FATED TO YOU

Chapter 123 - I Have Always Believed That We Will Meet Again In The Future

Who knew that Park Jimin would hug her so tightly that she had no chance of escaping. His voice was heard lightly over her head, "Last night, I went to the hospital to meet the families of the civilian workers that I detained. The families of the injured migrant workers were all agitated."

When she heard his explanation, Jeon Rosè no longer struggled. She breathed in the fresh and pleasant scent of his body.

"At that time, my phone was in the car. When I got out of the hospital, it was around 11 pm. And that's when I found my phone ran out of battery. After charging it at home, I saw a text message from you. I tried to call you, but you did not answer." Park Jimin sighed softly in her ear.

Jeon Rosè just leaned against his chest, unmoving. She took a deep breath and hugged him tightly. With her hands folded on his back, she said in a muffled voice, "Park Jimin, will you leave me?"

He chuckled, "What about you? If one day someone asks you to separate from me, will you leave me?"

Jeon Rosè said nothing. She buried her face in his chest. Facing the accusations and disgust of Old Man Park and Park Jian, facing Park's grievances, facing Jeon Soyeon's hatred, facing Jeon Guanyu and Ha Jillian's disagreement over this marriage, she had survived to this day.

Deep down, she did not want to admit defeat, but the most reason why she persisted in facing all of this was that Park Jimin stood by her side.

She was truly afraid that one day, his heart would be filled with someone else. She was afraid that he wouldn't choose her. She was afraid that all the perseverance she cared about would all come to naught.

Jeon Rosè folded her hands behind his back and listened to his steady, strong heartbeat. Feeling his real temperature and the familiar fresh smell, she closed her eyes. "Hubby, my stomach hurts..."

Park Jimin's eyes quivered as he pushed her away gently and passed her the glass of water on the tea table, which was no longer hot.

***

Next afternoon —

"Little Jeon." Editor Choi suddenly entered the office. He rarely walked to the editing office downstairs, and what surprised Jeon Rosè were his next words that made the whole office happy, "I got news from my friends there that Solo will arrive at Seoul at 5:30 pm, this evening. President Park will also be attending the banquet."

After Editor-in-Chief Choi left, Little Lin, who had been called back from the editorial department, ran over to Jeon Rosè's side, saying, "Editor-in-Chief Jeon, I heard that Lee Jung has a bad temper. When you have the opportunity to interview him tonight, you must avoid asking too many sensitive questions."

"What kind of topic is sensitive?" Jeon Rosè glanced at her with a smile, "In our Business Reporting Department, we have to meet a lot of senior executives every day. Don't they all have the same temperament? No matter how bad a person's temperament is, even if they have eyes at the top of their heads, they still need to hold back a bit when they see the media, right? Still, someone like Senior Lee should know how to deal with the media. I guess he doesn't want anything to go wrong as soon as he comes home, right?"

"That's because you can talk, Sis Jeon. You can take care of those fierce people who threaten you at any time." Little Lin said with a smile.

"Let me tell you ..." She suddenly bent her head and whispered into Jeon Rosè's ear, "I heard from a media friend from Boston that Senior Lee hasn't returned to South Korea for more than twenty years. He returned this time because his granddaughter went missing. Senior Lee only had one son, yet his son died young, leaving behind only his granddaughter."