THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-57| HANDSOME & PASSIONATE MOSQUITO!~

Taehyung and Isabella took their seats at the table, their presence adding to the mix of personalities already assembled. Soo-min, Jimin, and Jin-soo exchanged subtle glances at the sight of Taehyung holding Isabella's handbag, but they quickly composed themselves and got the meeting underway.

Soo-min's gaze drifted from Taehyung's hands holding Isabella's handbag to a slender, slender hickey on Isabella's neck.

With a quick glance around the table, Soo-min moved closer to Isabella, her eyes focused on the hickey. She reached out, her fingers delicately adjusting a strand of Isabella's hair, partially concealing the love bite.

Isabella was lost in her thoughts, her mind elsewhere as the meeting progressed. She didn't notice the subtle exchange between Soo-min and the others, nor the way Soo-min had gently adjusted her hair to cover the love bite on her neck.

The conversation continued around her, her contributions minimal as her mind was preoccupied with her earlier elevator incident with Taehyung.

After the meeting concluded, Soo-min, Jimin, and Jin-soo said their goodbyes to the clients, their farewells laced with politeness and professionalism. They then returned to their chairs, settling back into their seats.

Isabella addressed the room, reminding everyone of the upcoming fashion week. "Since we've another fashion week next week,"

"We need everything to be perfect," she continued, turning to Soo-min. "Soo-min, make sure the final preparations are finished. The dresses need to be flawless."

Soo-min nodded in agreement, then Isabella glanced at Jin-soo, silently signaling for his assistance, he immediately stood up. Jimin, chimed in with a fake chuckle, "I suppose I should offer my assistance too; it seems like a challenge, after all."

As the others left the room, Isabella's gaze shifted to Taehyung, who had already been staring at her. She rolled her eyes, knowing the smirk on his face signaled that he was far from done with his antics.

Isabella walked up to him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face her.

Isabella's words were firm and resolute as she addressed Taehyung. "You heard me, right? I want this event to be perfect," she stated.

She followed up with a stern command, her eyes boring into his. "So, I expect you to avoid creating any mess there," she asserted, her voice unwavering.

Taehyung couldn't resist the opportunity to retort with a hint of flirtation. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and sultry, as he responded. "Currently, the only mess I want to create is you."

He spoke with a wink, his eyes roving over her body in a way that made his intentions clear.

Isabella's eyes widened in surprise as she hastily stepped back, her voice flustered as she replied, "What?"

Taehyung stood upright, his demeanor composed, and casually adjusted his tie before fixing his gaze on her once more. With a smirk, he repeated, "Mess? Me?" He let out a low chuckle.

Taehyung continued in a tone that was both teasing and authoritative. "It's you who's inexperienced, Miss Park Isabella," he pronounced, his smirk growing wider with pride.

Her hands landed on her hips as she locked her arms and retorted, "So, you're experienced? An experienced businessman in plotting and planning," Isabella smirked.

Her tone was dripping with sass, her words laced with a hint of mockery. She shot him a smug look, clearly enjoying their banter.

Taehyung's smirk faltered slightly under the weight of guilt, but he quickly composed himself. Isabella, observant of the change, as she grabbed her handbag and moved away.