THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-60| SHADES~

As they left the store, Taehyung arranged for the shoes to be delivered to their hotel. He then turned to glance at Isabella, taking note of how comfortably she was walking in her new sneakers.

He couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at the contrast of her earlier stubbornness and her expression of contentment now. The tension of their argument seemed to have been temporarily pushed aside.

As he continued walking beside her, Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Earlier, she had been adamantly insisting on paying for her own shoes, her anger reaching its boiling point. However, he had managed to pay for them nonetheless, which only fueled her irritation further.

He glanced at her once more, her tomato-red face a clear indication of her annoyance, and it only made him chuckle even more, finding her frustration somewhat endearing.

She glanced around the surrounding area, trying to quell the burning irritation inside of her. Suddenly, her phone rang, and she turned to face Taehyung, gesturing for him to hand her the bag.

"Give me my bag," she said, her voice still tinged with anger as she held out her hand, waiting for him to pass it to her.

As he handed her the bag, Taehyung fought to suppress his laughter, his lips quivering with suppressed amusement. Meanwhile, she checked her phone and saw that it was Soo-min calling.

Isabella guessed that Soo-min might have arrived in Paris and was checking in with her. Despite her lingering irritation, she answered the call.

Soo-min's voice came through the phone, only to be interrupted by Isabella. Isabella asked quickly, "You guys arrived? Everything perfect?"

On the other end, Soo-min seemed slightly taken aback by the rushed question but quickly recovered and answered, "There was a delay in the flight, so we're arriving tomorrow."

As she listened to Soo-min's response, Isabella's expression changed. Her eyebrows drew together, and a hint of disappointment flickered across her face.

"Tomorrow? The plane got delayed?" she repeated, her voice laced with frustration.

She abruptly ended the call and let a frustrated sigh slip from her lips. Massaging her temple, she exhaled deeply before turning to Taehyung.

"The flight got delayed," she said, her voice tinged with irritation. "They won't be arriving until tomorrow."

Taehyung tried to reassure her, saying, "Don't worry-" but before he could finish, she interjected forcefully, "What's there to be not worried about? Huh?"

Her voice was filled with frustration and anxiety, her irritation reaching its peak. It was evident that she was struggling to keep her emotions in check.

Taehyung gently but firmly turned her towards him as she tried to push him away. He gave her a smirk and then said, "What if I tell you that the dresses have already arrived?"

Isabella's irritation momentarily faded as his unexpected statement caught her off guard. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and for a brief moment, her agitation was replaced by curiosity and confusion.

She looked at him, a mix of irritation and surprise on her face. The unexpected reveal about the dresses having arrived caused her to pause for a moment. Her gaze darted between his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity.

"What do you mean they've already arrived?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of skepticism. "How is that even possible?"

Taehyung opened his mouth as if to explain, but then a mischievous idea seemed to strike him. He then feigned a look of resignation and said in a slightly hurt tone, "You've spoken to me very badly today. I don't think I should tell you anything."