Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 34

Rose's POV

Once the dismissive husband left, I phoned the lover, the one who treated me like his mantra in life, the blood in his veins, the woman among wives: Lee Evan. Called Heeseung by his girls.

I was 'girls.'

That's how I had him hanging on my every word for ten minutes, never once complaining. Yet I could hear in his slumbering voice that I was depriving him of sleep. He needed it; his trial was in exactly fifty-seven hours.

"Fuck..." I sighed. "I'm still bleeding."

I winced as I watched three drops of blood seep into the fabric of my pillow, the dark red stains blooming like tiny, sinister flowers. I'd seen more blood since meeting Heeseung than an ER doctor sees in their entire career—no doubt about it.

On the other end of the line, I heard Heeseung clear his throat, perhaps worried about me.

"Stop swearing," he commanded, his tone low but firm. "And don't even think about ignoring this. You've been hurt for hours, and you will treat yourself. Do you hear me, Rose?"

"I hear you five by five, Lee, don't worry," I joked, since he was giving me orders like a chief sergeant, which made him laugh.

"I shouldn't laugh, you know that?" he said, his laughter—warm and singular—cut short the next moment. I hummed, the air thick with something unspoken. "I hate being powerless over the fact that you live with an abusive bastard." His confession felt so raw, so intimate, that I instinctively closed my legs. It gave me butterflies, realizing that such a capable man could care so deeply.

"Hmm. I live for the pain. If I ever stop suffering, it means I'm dead... but keep caring about me. I love the sound of your voice when you're worried." I moaned softly, sinking deeper into the bed sheets, my fingers gathering blood from my right temple and tasting it. Heeseung let a cold yet gentle silence settle between us, broken only by the soft tinkle of a necklace—my necklace. "Oh, Heeseung, I swear, it's your fingers that will hang it around my neck again. I miss it."

He chuckled. "I miss you more."

I closed my eyes. How could a human being embody such a call to lust? He continued to clink the necklace between his fingers, no need for proof to visualize or even feel. My mind narrowed, tracing every detail of his hands, face, Adam's apple, and scar.

"I must let you sleep."

"If you hang up, I can't promise I'll go back to sleep quietly. Not after what I just heard," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low growl at the end.

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about that?" I let out a slow, lewd moan, my eyes rolling in feigned exasperation, teasing him just enough to leave him wanting more.

I heard him swallow hard, his breathing quickening. It seemed his blood was definitely going elsewhere now—oops.

"Do you want to find out?" he retorted.

"Uh huh..." I purred.

Suddenly, the door to my bedroom, which had been slightly ajar, swung wide open. A shadowy figure stood in the frame, a dark silhouette, the scent of cologne cutting through the air.

"Jesus Christ, what did I just hear?" cried the one I recognized as Red Band—well, no, Nishimura Riki.

I flinched. "Heeseung, sorry, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." I hung up without waiting for his reply and fumbled for the light switch near my bed. But before I could reach it, the intruder beat me to it, flicking on the switch by the door with a swift motion to his left. "Get the fuck out of my house! You dirty—"