Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 20

Rose's pov

It was around 4 a.m. Morpheus had abandoned me and so had my husband, so I was eating ice cream lying on the kitchen counter.

Jaeyun's voicemail was looping in my ears.

The sensation of danger ran up my legs, replaced his hands on my hips, kissed my core with desire, burned my neck like his breath, and washed into my hair before haunting my thoughts. He masked all his preoccupations behind pretty lies and a serious tone, but the purr of the engine in the background and his restraint in not flooring the gas pedal betrayed him.

He'd left me to finish off Red Bandana.

The gun had disappeared from its hiding place, and I still had to convince myself that the lovely wrapping paper wasn't hiding a darker truth—of course, that would be too simple for Jaeyun.

Definition of nerve:
"Rose darling, Just know that if I'm not in bed when you wake up... It's to prepare a big surprise for you in the morning, I love you."
— Sim Jaeyun, my ass.

Yet beneath the resentment and sarcasm, I was worried about my husband. His damn overconfidence might just get him killed—because you don't mess with Red Bandana. He'd kill you first. A fellow lawyer and a cop were already dead, my life nearly taken, and only God knows how many other victims he had claimed.

I risked becoming a widow in a few hours. If I wasn't already. I love you too, Jae.

The threat of an aneurysm hung over me from the sheer stress of being kept in the dark, clueless and at the mercy of his actions.

"God, please keep him safe and bring him back to me whole," I recited, ice cream dripping from the spoon down to my collarbones, sending shivers down my spine. "I beg you, don't do anything stupid..."

Suddenly, a car's headlights shone across the street, their glow filling the room. I leapt from the cold surface on which I lay to the window to see if my prayer had found its way. Jaeyun's sports car moved slowly forward, its wine-red color cutting through the darkness before parking at the end of our driveway.

I threw away my spoon and the ice cream tub before rushing to the entryway to put on some shoes. Heels, that was all I had on hand. Excitement awakened a craving for a new moment of lust with him; the ache in my legs flared up again, but it felt so good knowing he was the reason.

I was about to get out when the door handle refused to budge under the force I was putting into it. He locked it. And since my keys were upstairs in my coat, I had no choice, my excitement subsiding, but to go and get them.

I climbed the stairs two at a time, back to our bedroom, the last place I left my coat. Gone.

I started sifting through my belongings like crazy when the sound of the front door opening theatrically caught my attention. The wind that swept inside added the heroic touch.

Jaeyun was back.

"Honey? Are you alive?" I called.

It seemed obvious, yes. But I expected him to scream my name at the top of his lungs, to rush over and kiss me until I was breathless.

In this case, the heavy silence and the sound of the rain lapping against the floor didn't let me imagine it was my husband. His perfectionist tendencies didn't mix well with rain, particularly when it was his turn to deal with the housework.