My Mr. Arrogant

Chapter 8 - Her cuteness

Park Jimin's POV
The minutes felt like hours as I continued to search for Leah. Anxiety gnawed at me with each passing second, and the darkness that had enveloped the city only added to my growing concern. Mr. Liam, the maid, and the chef were equally frantic, joining me in scouring the city for any sign of her.

My frustration reached a boiling point, and I couldn't contain it any longer. "Fuck!!!!!!" I yelled out into the night, my voice echoing in the empty streets. I sank to my knees, my fingers tangling in my disheveled hair. "What have I done?" I muttered to myself, guilt and worry coursing through me like a storm. "Why would she be acting this way? Fuck!" My outburst was filled with a mix of anger and despair.

Fear had me in its grip as I contemplated the dreadful scenario of explaining this to Leah's parents. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, and I couldn't help but hiss in frustration. "Why is she so stupid?" I muttered under my breath, struggling to comprehend the situation.

With heavy steps, I made my way back to my car, shoulders slumped in defeat. Just as I reached for the car door handle, my phone buzzed insistently. I glanced at the screen to see Anna's name flashing. Annoyance welled up in me, and I shook my head. "This is not the right time, Anna," I muttered, silencing my phone without hesitation.

Sliding into the driver's seat, I let out a heavy sigh. The minutes had turned into an agonizing hour of fruitless searching. Exhaustion and frustration had taken their toll on me, and I couldn't help but admit defeat. "I give up," I whispered to myself as I started the car, the engine's roar echoing my sentiments. With a heavy heart, I drove back home, the uncertainty of Leah's whereabouts lingering like a haunting specter in my mind.

Time skips, Park Jimin's POV:

As I pulled into my driveway, the tension from the day seemed to surge through my veins. The car door slammed shut, and with a frustrated sigh, I began to unbutton my shirt. Each button undone felt like a release of pent-up anger. I was so engrossed in my anger that I didn't immediately notice Mr. Liam's car parked nearby.

My brows furrowed in annoyance. What did he think he was doing here? I muttered to myself in a cold, simmering voice. Nobody was giving up on finding her, not as long as I had a say in it. With determined steps, I marched toward the front door, exuding an aura of ruthlessness and cold determination.

The door swung open, and I surveyed the entire room with a scrutinizing eye. And then, I spotted Mr. Liam making his way toward me. My voice was sharp as ice as I confronted him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my gaze locking onto his with unwavering intensity.

Mr. Liam's eyes dropped to the floor as he responded, "We found her."

My eyes widened in shock. "You what? Where?" My voice betrayed my astonishment as I leaned in closer to him, desperate for details.

"She was sitting under the bridge," Mr. Liam replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "How did you know she was there?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he explained, "She used to go there when she was a child, whenever she was pained or felt like the world was against her."

I couldn't help but acknowledge that he seemed to know her better than I did. "You may leave now," I said, my tone dismissing him. But before he could go, I added, "Where is she?"

"On the couch in the bedroom. She refused to sleep on the bed," Mr. Liam replied before leaving the house.

I scoffed to myself. "Leah, you never cease to surprise me," I muttered under my breath as I made my way upstairs. With a determined stride, I pushed open the bedroom door, causing it to creak loudly.

The sound startled her awake. "Who are you?" she screamed, her voice laced with drunken confusion.

I ignored her and headed to my bed, taking a seat and continuing to unbutton my shirt. "Pervert!" she murmured, her words slurred. "Are you gonna ask me to leave too?" she added, her voice now tinged with sadness.

I stole a quick glance at her and couldn't help but notice that even in her disheveled state, she was undeniably cute. "No, Jimin, snap out of it," I scolded myself silently. "Please go back to sleep," I told her, using hand gestures to emphasize my point. She stood up, swaying as she walked toward me, clearly affected by her drunkenness.

"Leah, stop," I said, my voice stern as I scanned her from head to toe. She was undeniably curvy, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"I'm a married woman, okay!" she protested, her speech still slurred. "I'm not gonna let you touch me. My husband is a ruthless man; he's gonna feed on your flesh, you pervert," she warned as she began to walk away.

I couldn't suppress a chuckle at her spirited words. "How can she be so cute?" I wondered silently as I watched her retreat, a bemused smile playing on my lips.

As she gracefully made her way back to the couch, she sank into the cushions, her soft voice barely audible as she whispered words no one else could grasp. Unintentionally, my gaze lingered on her until our eyes unexpectedly locked. In a fluster, I averted my eyes, chastising myself for my intrusive curiosity.

"Why am I acting like this?" I silently rebuked myself.

"Why are you staring at me, Mr. Peeping Tom?" She accused, her voice laced with irritation. "Jimin!! Park Jimin!" Her tone shifted from annoyance to frustration.

I couldn't resist trying to unravel the enigma that was her personality.

"Why am I even thinking about that fool?" She scoffed, anger flickering in her eyes. "He publicly humiliated me, and to top it off, he was with his mistress," she admitted, her voice quivering as tears welled up. "She's not even attractive," she added, letting out an ironic chuckle. "With her ostrich legs, of all things."

A pang of sympathy tugged at my heart, but I pushed it aside as I headed for the bathroom to take a shower. The silence in the room was a stark contrast to her previous outburst. "Maybe she's drifted off to sleep," I mused, a faint smile crossing my lips as I recalled the unexpected cuteness she possessed.