𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | Liskook Adaptation

Ch 18 Letting the enemy off to catch him later

“You dared mess with me? Upset now?”

In such a noisy night, the man’s scornful and gloating voice was like a sharp knife, lancing Lisa’s eardrum. Her acrimony was like a wild animal trapped inside her body, about to burst at any moment.

But she held it in.

When your enemy has just beat you, but you can’t retaliate, what should you do?

At the very least, don’t give him the impression that he has successfully gotten to you.

Lisa stayed silent while holding the phone.

…

On the other end of the line, Chen Sehun was surrounded by debauchery, gripping his phone and smirking.

He was really looking forward to Lisa’s reaction.

Unexpectedly, the other end remained silent. Not even the noise of breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chuckle. The tone was very light, as though someone was sneering.

And then she hung up the phone.

Women around Chen Sehun started to give him a toast, but Chen pushed them away. He put down the phone and took a sip of his drink, feeling bitter and bored.

He had specially asked those people to slap her—not too harshly, but enough to give her a warning.

And then he had just waited there in satisfaction after phoning her. Tears? Fear? Maybe even some exasperation and shouting? All the different reactions he had expected.

But none of them happened.

This woman always knew how to make him feel uncomfortable.

…

Lisa sat in the chair on the balcony with her arms around her knees. She could still feel the burning sensation on her face and the tears that fell on the back of her hand. She stared at the dim starry sky; memories flooded her vision.

She remembered first coming to Phoenix for an interview; the company had been thriving and the people there had all been inspiring. And she had held so much faith in this new job back then.

She also recalled the day when the crisis public relations conference had been successfully held. In the frigid winter air, Jungkook had carried her on his back, striding across one puddle after another, and then gave her a lukewarm glance. “When did I say that I was the security manager?”

The day when Jungkook had taken office with a high profile often came to her mind. When they had gotten the request for the tender document, she remembered how Jungkook, who was always silent, had sternly said, “If we can get this project, we can catch a break and prepare for future battles.” Everyone on the scene, including her, had been emboldened by his speech.

She thought about the focused days everyone had intensely concentrated on preparing the bidding document. One time, as she walked out of the project team office, the two newly-graduated women from the manager’s office had asked her, “Ms. Kim, what are our chances?” Their eyes had been full of hope but their voices full of dismay.