Tales Of Hearts | Liskook

Chapter 4

With Jungkook’s fiery cry, Lisa raised her head in a hurry. The man at the receiving end of his anger looked perplexed by his overbearing demeanor. He frowned and yelled back,

“How would I know someone was doing that inside the drawing room! I just didn’t feel the need to knock, as I usually do, because the leader would notice me right away!”

“Get the fuck out of here!”

She turned pale at her husband’s cry. If he goes out, then… what happens next?Lisa entreated the man with a look begging him not to leave from behind her husband’s back. But the man merely gritted his teeth and muttered something harsh under his breath before turning away.

“I have got a carriage waiting outside. You said you weren’t here to ogle Cross castle!”

Jungkook replied without missing a beat, “Tell him to wait.”

The man gave a long, weary sigh, finding the situation helpless. “Don’t drag for long.”

He cast a disapproving glance at Max and shut the door behind him loudly and went away. Lisa gaze drifted towards Jungkook, roughly scratching his back and eyeing her with an intense look. His severe gaze made Lisa curl up and Jungkook laughed sardonically at the sight.

“Don’t shiver, I’m not going to rush at you again.” Then he added after some pause, “Shit… I had no intention to attack here from the start.”

She didn’t dare lift her head to look at him, but merely fixed her gaze on her fingers clasped together. He rose to his feet and straightened up his disheveled clothes.

“You heard that too, didn’t you? There’s a carriage waiting outside. We’ll have to leave right away.”

She felt her skin cool, all the blood drained from her face. He was leaving her as quick as he came, she hadn’t yet to say a word of persuasion, nor a coherent sentence.

“Ha, but…” The panic-stricken Liss couldn’t even think of fixing her loose attire, rather, she grabbed the hem of his clothes in anguish.

“W-wait a minute, let’s talk—”

Jungkook cut her off abruptly, “We need to leave in a hurry. Have your maid get your luggage ready first. I’ll hear what you have to say when we’re in the carriage.”

Lisa, who was frightened to the point she trembled again, paused for a moment, confusion evident in her orbs. She asked him again with a puzzled look.

“M-my baggage?”

“Yes. Your things. Pack the things you need to bring,” He spoke now in a soft tone, quite a difference from the bitter shouting from before.

Still, Lisa felt his words were incomprehensible. She owlishly blinked at him of which made him heave a great sigh. With quick hand gestures, he promptly arranged her unkempt dress and raised her from the sofa. He then called for a maid standing outside the door, ordering for Lisa’s luggage. Only when she heard that did it dawn on Lisa–he was taking her with him.

She was struck with incredulity.

“Only get what you need. We can’t be delayed further.”

Lisa bit out a reply immediately, “Y-yes, I won’t pack anything else, maybe rice, b-but there’s not much, only a few…”

“Good. Then let’s go. I’ll provide the things you need upon arrival at my estate.”

The man called for the maid back with Lisa’s luggage and had her lead them out of the drawing room. His long, hurried strides made Lisa almost run just to keep up with him. Meanwhile, Lisa was still with a befuddled mind, the situation was going to the outcome she had least unexpected.