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The driver parked my car in front of the main gate of the mansion.
It was nine o’clock at night. The plane landed in Russia a short time ago. He left for somewhere from the airport with Hyeon and I came straight to the mansion with Liam.
I opened the car door and took quick steps inside towards the mansion. I looked around, my eyes started searching for her in all directions, but I couldn’t find her. “Jenna—” I called out for her.
The sound of footsteps came from behind, and I thought it must be Jenna, so I immediately looked in that direction, but a servant was standing there. “Mrs. Kim—” She greeted me by bowing in front of me.
“Where’s Jenna?” I asked eagerly because I thought that the first thing I would do as soon as I reached the mansion was hug her.
“Miss Jenna has gone out for some work and said she will be late.” She responded in a low voice.
“Oh. Okay, when she comes, tell her to come to my room. And I have already eaten dinner, so there is no need to prepare anything for me.” I announced and headed upstairs toward my room.
I threw my purse on the bed as I entered the room, but suddenly, I remembered something. I hissed, rummaged through my purse and took out his tie, which I had thrown away but again then I took it with me when I was leaving the room.
I held the tie in my hand, I felt like wrapping it around his neck and strangling him to death.
Can I do this? Can I kill him?
I can do it and the day my hatred for him crosses the limits, I will use it to kill him.
I entered my walk-in closet and put the tie neatly in one of the drawers. I headed towards the mirror and took out a clip from my hair. I traced the mark of his hand on my throat with my index finger.
I wish I could give him such marks so that I could make him understand how much these ugly marks irritate me.
Did his marks really irritate me?
No, fucking no, I’m not going there again. I won’t give myself a headache thinking about that psychopath bastard.
I hate him. I hate him so much and just as I don’t matter to him, he doesn’t matter to me.
I whined, took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower. I applied body wash gel thoroughly on my body, so not even the slightest smell of his masculine cologne came from me.
I turned off the shower and knotted the black cotton robe when my eyes fell towards the door. “His scent on your body makes you angry, doesn’t it?” Jenna asked, leaning on the door, folding her arms over her chest and an irritating smirk plastered on her brown painted lips.
