The woman who was not chosen

Chapter 16

"Kwon Jiyong, there's someone outside." She tried to get up, but his arms caged around her again, but not so tight to the point of where it would put pressure on her stomach.

"I don't care." He buried his head into her neck, breathing in her intoxicating and calming scent that smelled like a combination of Jasmine and Lavender. He couldn't get enough of her, especially after two long and torturous weeks of not being able to properly touch and hold her like this. Last night was simply too short and he felt as if he didn't have enough time with her...

"Mr. Kwon and Ms. Park, the bandages need to be changed as soon as possible." The nurse spoke up from behind the door, despite the fact the three very intimidating bodyguards glowering down at her.

"It wasn't changed last night, so it might become infected if it's not changed right now." She continued even though her voice shook and trembled, just like her hands that were holding the tray.

Dara Park sharply turned towards the spoiled puppy hugging her, "It's a nurse. Release me."

"No." He solemnly told her, nudging his head into the side of her slender, swan neck.

"Stop acting like a clingy child. What if my wounds become infected? Will you take responsibility when it does?!" She frowned.

"It was changed four hours ago, must it need to be changed again?" He exasperated. He didn't want her to go anywhere.

"So you do admit to changing it for me!" She scowled, taking him by complete surprise when she suddenly dug her fingers into his skin, causing his arms to loosen. She seized the chance and quickly climbed out of his lap.

Kwon Jiyong quickly stood up to grab her again. "I needed to or else it might cause you discomfort."

"I didn't allow you to touch me—"

"Neither did I let you touch me in your sleep, but you still did so."

"For the last time, I didn't!"

"You also drooled on me." He pointed to the slightly wet mark on his messy white button-up.

She blushed when she saw that his white button-up does have a slightly wet mark on his left chest. "I-I-" Her mouth opened and closed but she can't think of anything else to say.

"You did it when you groped my chest." He couldn't help but laugh at her expression. She was simply too adorable.

"I didn't do anything aside from changing your bandages. The lights were turned off, so I didn't see anything as well." He walked to her, tucking strands of hair behind her ears to fully see her face.

"If I wanted to do something to you, I would've done it a long time ago." He added on, gesturing to the nights where she was asleep around him.

Dara Park sighed. He was right. She was drunk the last time and he could've easily done something to her and she wouldn't be able to remember it. She lifted her head to look at him. He looked so serious, she knew he was sincere with his words.

"Don't do it again." She mumbled, even though a part of her was screaming for his touch.

He walked to her, cupping her cheeks, enjoying her delicate skin against his rough hands. "Do you really mean that?"

She looked away from him, biting down on her tongue before she said something irrational. Her stupid heart was begging her to open her mouth and say no.

"Let the nurse in." She mumbled, not wanting to answer his question. She shivered when she felt his chest rumble when he laughed at her.

"Alright." He mused, tilting his head to the door. "Come in."