Mr. Tycoon's Woman||PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 131: Devil And Angel

First Hospital.

Rosè Yang stared at the contact on her phone and after a few seconds of debating, pressed the button to make a call. She waited as it rang. After a few seconds, it went to voicemail. She sighed, tried calling again, but to no avail. Her only way out of this hospital isn't picking up the call.

Her shoulders drooped in disappointment. She knew it was practically impossible to leave this hospital. Her grandfather would go berserk if she left in an injured state. She thought about convincing him to let her recuperate somewhere else besides the hospital. She remembered in the past when she got sick, her grandfather would always hire private doctors instead of taking her to the hospital, but those were usually simple colds and not enormous wounds...

She was about to close her list of contacts but paused when her eyes fell on a familiar phone number. Subconsciously, her fingers hovered over the name, her eyes softening. Park Jimin .

Biting her bottom lip, she felt guilt enter her. Playing back their last conversation in her mind, she realized she was slightly in the wrong. She thought her stubbornness was normal. What right did he have to intrude into her life and force her to do something?

The tiny devil on her shoulder whispered to her. 'He's a control freak, don't go back to him.' But the angel told her, 'He did it because he cares for your health and safety.'

Rosè Yang thought back to his scorned expression. She had crossed a line.

The angel continued to coerce her. 'He wouldn't have stepped in if he didn't care for you. Think about it. Why do you think he was so angry? You've constantly fought against his words and even dared to insult him. But he allowed you to do so and rarely got angry. Why would he become so infuriated out of nowhere? It's obviously because you misunderstood his intentions.'

Even the devil on her shoulder turned against her. 'The stupid angel is right. You really screwed up this time. He's tolerated your bad temper for a while already. Why would he suddenly lash out like that?'

After what felt like a really long time, she grew tired of listening to the debate. She flicked both imaginary characters off her. This conversation was beginning to bother her because deep down, she knew they were right.

He was too controlling of her, but his intentions this time were right. She wanted to have a proper conversation with him to explain the parts she disliked about him, and he could do the same in return. Communication should be key in a relationship.

Her phone dinged and she hastily looked down, thinking it might be a message from Park Jimin, but it was just a random email. Her shoulders unconsciously sagged in disappointment.

Staring at the contact list, her eyes couldn't leave Park Jimin's name. Without even thinking her actions through, she pressed the call button. It rang once and went straight through to voicemail. Stunned at the response, she called again. The same thing happened.

He was ignoring her.

With a frown, she decided to shut off her phone and go to sleep, but that was another mistake. The second she fell asleep, she was plunged into a nightmare. In her dream, she was walking barefooted in an abyss of nothingness.

Every time she took a step forward, it hurt her as if she were walking on thorns, each step bringing a jab of pain. Then suddenly, there was a light at the end of what seemed to be a long tunnel. Wanting a way out of this world of darkness, her slow steps quickly turned into a sprint towards the light. When she got closer, her heart dropped.

In her dream was a man with the same build as Park Jimin, but she couldn't see his face. His back was turned to her, but she could tell by the way the man had one hand inside of his pocket, that it was, of course, Park Jimin.