ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 14 || Wrong

The next morning, she woke up from a restless sleep.

And when she noticed that the devil was gone from the bed, she felt immensely relieved. She got out of the bed and had barely freshened up when Yona knocked on the door. And like the morning after her wedding day, she was summoned to join him downstairs for breakfast.

Kim Tae-hyung was at the breakfast table, and unlike the last time, he wasn't wearing a suit. He was shirtless and was wearing only his running shorts. The fine sand sticking to his tanned skin made it obvious he had been running along the beach.

She took the chair opposite to him.

"I want to go shopping," she said. The devil watched her while sipping his freshly squeezed juice, not saying anything right away.

He put the glass down and picked up the knife and fork digging into his heavy protein-rich breakfast. "You had enough clothes brought in," he remarked.

Her cheeks warmed in embarrassment. She literally had a dozen large suitcases filled with clothes on her side of the walk-in closet. She knew she was coming off as a high- maintenance brat, but she didn't care, and she wasn't trying to impress the devil.

"I need some more clothes and accessories."

He continued to watch her with an unreadable expression. "I can have a personal shopper visit you here," he said.

"No. I prefer to pick my own clothes."

As soon as she said that, his eyes fell on the cotton sundress with a low, plunging neckline. Except for a pair or two, all the clothes were designed to attract the attention of a newlywed husband.

His eyes lingered on her exposed cleavage before getting back to her face. She shivered and conspicuously rubbed her arms.

"Take security with you," he said.

She let out an internal sigh of relief. "And get back soon," he added, making her tense once again.

"Why?" she asked.

After their previous night's conversation, when he told her that she won't be forced to consummate the marriage, she had felt a false sense of security. But now, in the bright light of the day, she realized what her grim reality was.

She was still a captive. She was still a forced bride married to a man who was a ruthless criminal under the guise of a powerful, influential businessman.

He raised an eyebrow. "Should there be a reason to getting back home soon?" he asked.

She wanted to shout, Yes! If one has to get back to their captor.

"We are going to the club tonight," he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew he was talking about The Octagon. The place they had seen each other the first time.

Why did he want to take her there? His two friends had told him they should celebrate the wedding in an informal way. Why did he care whether or not she was introduced to all his acquaintances?

"Tae-hyung, Mr. Jung is on the line," Suho's voice cut in. "He wants to have an urgent video conference call right now. Another shipment got destroyed."

A small, satisfied dark smile covered Kim Tae-hyung's face. "Tell him I'll call him back."

She was done with her breakfast, but she didn't want to be in the bedroom where he would walk in anytime to take a shower. Although he claimed he wouldn't force her to consummate their marriage, she still didn't want to take any chances. So she waited at the table, hoping he'd leave since the call was supposed to be urgent.