chapter - 52

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What??? .

What do you mean by that?

Yes sir I confirm it ..

How do Jungkook know about them ?

Sir I try to find out ,

Get me all the information about them ..

Okay sir ...

Her parents orginal name is Ha joon hanja and dae hanja .
But there Chinese fake surname is zhao ..

And what's the conation between them .

Tae ...

Yn soft voice broke my cloud of thoughts.

Yeap bun ..

What happened??

Yn want somwe morel ice creawm

I know that s icecream good for her health but the ice cream might cause her cold...

No dove..you just have a bowl right!

She nodded her head .

And you know that's more than enough for you .

And also you are a good girl right..

She again nodded her head .

I gently pat her head in from of appreciation.

Suddenly she hug me .

I don't say anything and just let her be in my arm let her melt in my chest , let her feel safe and let her feel some love which she never received.

I feel like is I'm also using her , just for my own good

Right

That's what I'm doing.

And the main point is that

A person who just betrayed by everyone is betraying some else.

And that someone is that hopeless

That she don't know that she got back stab.

I want to ask her what she is doing.

But I stop myself.

By dint she always say something that broke something inside me .

I always think that Im the only one who treated that badly by there own parents
But her life is a hard slap on my face .

I don't say anything just pick her up in my arms.

Let go my love, Im here to protect you .

She tighter grip more in my hold.

I wish to make her forget about her beyond and make her heart filled with soft and sweet memories like ice cream as she like .

I gently swing her in my arms to soothe her down.

She started to cry in my arms. Her stop sobbing is so soothing.

Crying is not always painful sometimes you just cry to ease your mind.

And right now she is lighting her head.
The weight she is holding from a long time is coming out in form of tears .

I let her empty her heart .

After some time there is no sound of crying just a soft sound of breathing I pull her head from my shoulder.

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