Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 31

Rose's POV

Everything started to feel somewhat stable when I stopped thinking and let myself be lulled by sweet illusions. Before closing my eyes at night, I often wondered if my life would have been easier if I had been a little more foolish. Probably. I even found myself wishing that if God ever blessed me with a child, it wouldn't be a girl. What's the point of watching your own flesh suffer as you have, knowing you can't save her?

Two days have passed since William came to after narrowly escaping death. Forty-eight hours more intense than the thrusts of Jaeyun, whose spell I'd fallen under again; more brutal than William's half-hearted confession of his twisted plan to send my husband to prison; and more bitter than Jongseong's sudden disappearance.

My recklessness reignited my ardor three days before Heeseung's long-awaited trial—so much so that I felt ready to set the entire courtroom ablaze with my defense speech, all to save this sexy, red-haired criminal. Unthinkable for a woman betrayed by every man in her life.

Heeseung must have belonged to a category above men, for never hurting me with his actions.

"Fuck, this time felt heavenly good..." Jaeyun murmured under his breath, eyes half-closed, his heart hammering in his chest, sending vibrations through my body and making my own heart race. "You've been fucking perfect, darling."

"Thanks? You weren't so bad either," I teased, tugging my skirt down over my legs and quickly buttoning up my white lace blouse.

He caught my chin between his fingers, stopping me just as I reached the last button. I froze, keeping my head low, but my eyes flicked up to meet his with a questioning look.

"Where's your necklace?" he asked, his voice low and raspy, his gaze lingering at the hollow of my chest where my cross necklace used to rest. The unspoken doubt shimmered in his eyes, and I cursed inwardly—of course he noticed.

I bit my lip, softening my gaze to lull Jaeyun into another lie. I had told Heeseung to return my necklace, but he refused, insisting he needed my indirect presence more than I needed to prove my faith to anyone else. And then, as if to bury any suspicions, I kissed my husband with a falsely dripping passion, our saliva mingling in the act. If the roles were reversed, I was certain he would've done the exact same. In the end, I was just playing in Jaeyun's field.

The kiss lasted a few long seconds before he placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back until my back hit the wall.

"One last time?" he pleaded, his eyes stripping me bare with an incandescent slowness. I shook my head; my whole body already ached because of him. Asking for another round deserved at least a three-year sentence for indecency—even when the culprit was Sim Jaeyun.

"Not this time. Do I need to remind you that we're not supposed to have sex in a hospital closet?" I snapped, my hand already on the door handle as he finished buckling his belt.

He shook his head, tucking a few stray strands of my hair behind my ear before pressing wet kisses to my neck, some punctuated with light bites. "Fine, then. Give me the name, the date of entry into force, and the exact paragraph in the penal code that forbids making love to your wife in a hospital." I closed my eyes, a giggle escaping as the featherlight touch of his lips sent shivers down my spine. "Such a nice way to treat your patient, don't you think?"

"Dirty Jaeyun." I pinched his forearm—the one still marked by the scars I'd left there. He flinched, pulling his arm behind his back as if to shield it. I chose for my own sake to ignore the shift in his expression, watching as burning lust flickered into something closer to dread.

"I love you," we both said in unison, breaking the silence before it could settle, our voices overlapping. My heart skipped a beat.

The lingering sensation of my husband and all his masculinity against me was more than I could bear, leaving me feeling as if it were dripping down my legs. I pushed open the closet door, desperate to stifle the impulse raging inside me, and glanced left and right for any potential witnesses. Thank God he'd ensured no one would catch us.