The Substitute Wife

CHAPTER 24

When Park Jimin opened the door and got in the car, Min Yoongi turned his head and looked at him doubtfully.

Mr. Park arrived at the door, but why did he just stand there for a while and leave?

Min Yoongi was very confused, but didn't dare to ask. While Park Jimin sat back into his seat, he silently started the car and drove out of the yard, then asked, "Mr. Park, are we going back to the company?"

Immersed in random thoughts, Park Jimin didn't respond.

Min Yoongi drove directly to the company without asking again.

About they had traveled about two miles, Park Jimin mechanically took a cigar out and started smoking.

While Min Yoongi was focusing on the road ahead, he observed Park Jimin secretly.

He felt that Mr. Park looked different at that moment compared to normal days, but he couldn't tell the difference.

When they had almost arrived at the company, Park Jimin burst out suddenly, "Drive back home."

Ever since Miss Yoon moved into his villa, Mr. Park never went back home except during the two months when Miss Yoon was away for work. Why does he want to go home today?

"Ah?" Min Yoongi was surprised, but when he realized his improper reaction, he responded immediately, "Yes, Mr. Park."

Then he lifted his foot from the brake and drove back home.

When the car stopped in the yard and Park Jimin walked into the villa, Min Yoongi , while he was backing up the car, abruptly figured out why Park Jimin looked different that day. Mr. Park seemed to be a bit confused when he was smoking in the car... Yes, confused, as if he was pondering over something inexplicable.

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Rosè Jang didn't have dinner at the Park Mansion, instead choosing to drive back to Park Jimin's villa at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Since it was almost rush hour, the road was somewhat congested, so the usual ride home of forty minutes took Rose Jang an hour and a half that day.

After having parking the car in the garage, Rosè Jang took the elevator and went directly to the second floor.

She changed her shoes at the elevator door, then carried her handbag and walked into her bedroom.

When she had just pushed the door open, the strong and pungent smell of smoke attacked her even before she stepped in.

Rosè Jang frowned slightly, then raised her head to look into the room, as if she realized something.

Park Jimin was sitting on the sofa and smoking with his legs crossed. In front of him was an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

The window was open, the breeze in the summer night blowing in and stirring the curtains. The curtain kept floating around, sometimes sweeping over his shoulders.

After standing at the door for a while, Rosè Jang recovered from her shock.

Park Jimin... Why, why is he home?

While she was debating over whether or not to walk in, Park Jimin seemed to have heard her movements. He slightly tilted his head and saw her out of the corner of his eye.

Rosè Jang instinctively froze right at the spot, but after a while, when she moved her lips to greet him, she suddenly remembered his desire to be done with her. He wouldn't appreciate her greeting. She lowered her eyes to cover her sadness, the idea of greeting him completely erased.

Rosè Jang didn't enter the room, but stood at the door wordlessly.

Park Jimin never intended to say anything either.