My Cold Wife

Part 9 - Inked Promises

My dear loves,

I'd like to take a moment to ask: How is the story going for you? Are the characters resonating? Is the plot unfolding in ways that captivate your imagination? Your feedback is invaluable to me, as it guides the pen that continues to shape this narrative.

On a more personal note, I must admit a twinge of sadness. It seems that, despite the love poured into crafting this tale, the response in terms of votes has been minimal. But please know, dear readers, that I understand. This is my first foray into the realm of storytelling, and with every journey, mistakes are bound to occur.

Yet, despite the disappointment, I am filled with gratitude for each and every one of you who has embarked on this journey alongside me. Your presence is a beacon of light that fuels my passion for storytelling, and for that, I am eternally thankful.

So, as we turn the page to the next chapter, let us continue together, united by our love for the written word and the enchanting worlds it unveils.

With heartfelt appreciation

Ash Kim

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The Chanel's main office , Midtown Manhattan, New York

4:00 pm

Jennie's POV

As I stood outside Chanel, waiting anxiously for Y/N to arrive for the press meeting, a sense of anticipation coiled within me like a tightly wound spring. My heart pounded with nervous excitement, knowing that today would mark the beginning of a new chapter in both our professional and personal lives.

And then, she arrived.

My breath caught in my throat as a sleek, lavish car pulled up to the curb, and Y/N emerged, flanked by two of her friends. A rush of emotions swept over me as I took in the sight before me—three handsome figures stepping out of the car with an effortless grace that left me momentarily speechless.

I couldn't help but be struck by her commanding presence. Her hair, perfectly styled and effortlessly tousled, framed her chiseled features with an air of sophistication. Each strand seemed to catch the sunlight, casting a golden halo around her head.

Her eyes, deep and mesmerizing, held a glint of warmth and intelligence that drew me in with an irresistible pull. They sparkled with a hint of mischief, revealing depths of emotion that stirred something deep within me.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her cheeks, flushed with a natural rosy hue that accentuated her striking features. They held a youthful vitality, a testament to her vibrant personality and zest for life.

Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a charming smile that sent a shiver down my spine. They were a tantalizing blend of softness and strength, promising secrets whispered in the darkness and tender kisses shared beneath the moonlight.

As my eyes trailed down her neck, I couldn't help but notice the subtle curve of her jawline, sharp and defined, hinting at the strength and determination that lay beneath her polished exterior. Her suit, impeccably tailored and exquisitely fitted, hugged her form with a flattering precision that left me breathless.

But it was her hands, slender and elegant, that captured my attention most of all. Veined with the subtle tracery of time and experience, they spoke of a life well-lived and adventures yet to come. They were hands that held the power to shape the world, yet gentle enough to cradle a fragile heart with care.