Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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The chauffeur drove Song Areum to Park Jimin’s house instead of Park Enterprise. She was not in her best state of mind to enter there. At the very least, she could wait for him at home.

Song Areum was still in too much of a daze to realize where she was. Her head was a boggled mess.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Jiang, was already outside ready to greet the Madam. She was a bit worried when Song Areum stumbled out of the car, her face white as a sheet. She looked like she was about to throw up any moment from now.

Mrs. Jiang rushed to Song Areum to help her make the small walk to the front entrance. "Welcome home, Madam. Are you alright?"

Song Areum brushed past the housekeeper with an absentminded expression on her face, as if she did not realize there was even a person next to her asking her a question.

"Madam?" The housekeeper walked after Song Areum, guiding her up the stairs and into the bedroom of their Young Master.

Song Areum still did not respond. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into the bed, her body curled into a ball. She was visibly shaken and was whimpering in the bed like a wounded kitty. It did not take long for small sniffles to sound throughout the spacious room. The lights were flickered off, making the atmosphere in the room even more depressing.

The housekeeper was riddled with uneasiness. She had never seen Song Areum in such a state, especially when she was renowned for being cold and confident.

Mrs. Jiang closed the door behind her and ran downstairs to report this to the Old Butler. The Old Butler did not waste any time to inform  .

Seung Woo had just walked out of the Black Room when he received a call. He peered back into the room where an unconscious Song Kang-Ho was laying on the ground, blindfolded and bound by all sorts of ropes with complicated knots.

Seung Woo picked up his phone when he saw it was the Old Butler calling. "Yes, the President is with me... He’s currently finishing up today’s paperwork. What?! Alright, I’ll notify him right away."

The Old Butler purposely made the story more dramatic and dire than it truly was in hopes that the Young Master would rush home.

The Old Butler knew his Young Master’s temperament, mainly because he had raised the boy and watched him grow. It was known that Park Jimin did not give two damns when it came to women. He had personally witnessed the Young Master refuse a hospital visitation to one of his past flings who had a high fever. Even though the Old Butler had seen the way Park Jimin treated Song Areum, he could not help himself from worrying that the young man would not return home.

His worry was all put to rest when in less than twenty minutes, a black Maybach drove through the front gates, speeding up the hill path, and out came the dashing and suave young man whose face put the gods to shame.

Park Jimin did not waste any time bolting up the stairs and into his bedroom. His eyes easily adjusted to the darkness. With the lights that rushed in from the hallway, he could see the silhouette of a woman on his bed.

He felt his entire heart being ripped into pieces, stomped on, and ground into dust at the sounds coming from the bed. Her tiny whimpers and sniffles, they were all breaking him.

"My love..." He hoarsely replied, closing the door behind him, shutting them into darkness. The only source of light was from the windows, but the heavy curtains blocked any sunlight from entering.

Park Jimin’s long legs easily crossed the distance between him and Song Areum. He flung the blankets off of her, a protesting wail erupting.

"No!" She cried out, a sob following afterward.