Rewriting Our Fate ( Sequel Of LoM )

Pretending Hearts

"Send me the file related to today’s meeting," I said as I walked toward my car, my voice sharp and businesslike.

"Of course, Ms. Jane," Lucy nodded, scribbling something on her tablet.

Just as I reached for my car door, I felt a sudden, firm grip on my wrist. Startled, I turned quickly, and there he was—tall, imposing, wearing a mask and sunglasses. His face was concealed, but I didn’t need to see it. One glance at his presence, and I knew exactly who it was.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice barely concealing the desperation as he held onto my hand.

I pulled my hand away, my expression hardening. "Didn’t we already talk?" My voice was cold, my face emotionless.

"That’s not what you want, and you know it," he said, frustration boiling over as his voice grew louder.

The people around us had already started to stare. I could feel the curious eyes of staff and passersby watching the scene unfold. I didn’t want to make a spectacle of this, not here, not in front of my company’s gates.

Lucy stepped closer, her eyes flicking between us. "Ms. Jane, do you know him?" she asked, clearly concerned.

I took a steadying breath and forced myself to stay calm. "Yes, I do." My voice was measured, though inside, my pulse raced. "Lucy, give me the car keys. I’ll drive myself."

She hesitated but handed them over. I turned to him, gesturing to the car. "Get in."

Without another word, he followed my lead, slipping into the passenger seat as I slid behind the wheel. I could feel the tension between us, thick and suffocating, as I pulled away from the company building. Neither of us spoke during the drive, but the silence said everything.

After a few minutes, I pulled the car over to a quiet spot and stopped. I looked straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. "You can get off now," I said, my voice cold and detached.

"Do you think I came halfway across the world just for a ride?" he snapped, his voice sharp with frustration.

I finally looked at him, my expression unchanging. "Do you think I asked you to get in because I wanted to talk? I made myself clear back in Korea, Taehyung. I didn’t want to make a scene at my company, that’s all." My tone was icy, resolute.

He shook his head, his hands tightening into fists. "But I still haven’t gotten my answers."

I clenched the steering wheel, my patience wearing thin. "What answers? Haven’t I already said everything?"

"No," he shot back, his voice rising. "That wasn’t the truth, Jennie. You know it wasn’t. I want to hear how you really feel."

I turned to face him, my expression as cold as ever. "That was the truth, Taehyung. You’re the one denying reality now."

His eyes were blazing as he reached for my shoulders, his grip gentle but firm, his voice pleading. "Look into my eyes, Jennie. Can you say that again, right now?"

I stiffened under his touch, trying to ignore the emotions stirring deep within me. His eyes searched mine, desperate, searching for any sign that I might crack.

"What’s stopping you, Jennie?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost breaking. "Why are you denying your feelings?"

I felt a lump in my throat, but I refused to let it show. I pulled away from him, my walls going up higher than ever. "Taehyung, get out of the car. I don’t want to talk about this anymore."

But he wouldn’t let it go. "Why, Jennie? Please… why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me away? Why—"

"Because I have to!" I cut him off, my voice louder than I intended, trembling with the emotion I had fought so hard to bury. His eyes widened at my outburst, and for a split second, my facade cracked. He could see the pain behind my coldness, the truth I was trying so hard to hide.