Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 21

Rose's pov

"If you're too tired I can go alone," William suggested.

My hands gripped the steering wheel nervously. After my husband came home earlier, I couldn't fall back asleep, except for half an hour in his arms. Tiredness weighed on my body, yet I still wanted to visit Evan.

"I'm fine Willy, ok?" Almost true, except that I was misusing his car's pedals.

He stopped talking for the five minutes it took for me to find a parking space and pull in. Then I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for my bag, which was resting on his lap, before taking out a red lipstick and a pill. William turned his head toward me, frowning.

"Are you on drugs?" he blurted.

My mouth dropped open in shock. "No, dickhead! It's just the morning-after pill."

We exchanged a long look, him trying to see if I was telling the truth. It didn't please me to make it so clear that I'd slept with Jaeyun, but I had to. Me, an addict? Not for anything in the world.

I tapped him on the shoulder to snap him out of his reverie and pointed out the prison through the window. He blinked several times, as if he couldn't believe that some men really did spend part of their lives in this gray hell.

"I'm coming with you."

I shook my head while reapplying my lipstick in the sun visor mirror. Evan would never be comfortable with anyone but me. And after so much time, it was preferable for him to see only his lawyer, just to reassure himself about the trial. A week and six days separated us from the day.

"Water plea—" William slammed his water bottle in my hand. I rolled my eyes as I shoved the pill into my mouth, swallowing it with a gulp.

"I've got to go. Sorry Willy."

I gave him a smile, which he returned; I got out of the white car. The sound of my heels clacked against the concrete as I ran across the road. For our meeting, I chose to wear a black dress over a shirt, paired with opaque tights and a trench coat. The heels were simple So Kate pumps with red soles. Deep down, I hoped Mr Lee would like it.

I walked to the visitors' entrance. It was almost a relief when I saw that among the male visiting officers, there was a woman. I went to her first to show my ID and the certificate proving that I was indeed a lawyer and not an impostor. She examined them for a few seconds before handing them back to me and indicating her colleague further away.

"It's okay; you just need to fill out a form and go through security with it."

Was this colleague a wild polar bear? Referring to him as it was the wackiest thing I'd heard all day. I followed her instructions and understood. The man in charge of ensuring that visitors filled out the forms turned out to be Green Eyes. I had to admit that in just a few hours, he had changed. He was wearing an eye patch, and the bones of his jaw jutted out under his pale skin.

"Please give me a pen," I asked.

He threw it at me, his one eye glaring at me. I didn't want to know how, why or who because I needed to get away as fast as possible. And God, the questions on this form were ridiculous: "Do you intend to commit an attack in these places?" If that were the case, I wouldn't say yes. "Did you make any plans to have sex with one or more inmates?" No, why would I screw up my marriage?

"Here." He snatched the sheet out of my hand before reading my answers. A broken smile—in the literal sense—formed on his lips.

I handed him back the pencil before he got up, towering over me. I stepped back discreetly, but he noticed that. The fact that he didn't say a word should have given me the obvious clue, but I was afraid he'd try to touch me again.