Mr. Tycoon's Woman||PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 152: Ghosts and Monsters

"Don't worry, Big Boss, if you're scared, you can hide behind my back!" Rosè Yang decided it was her turn to finally turn the tables and tease him! When she saw Park Jimin's displeased scowl, she giggled. The sound was like music to his ears, his expression slightly cracking.

"Here, you can squeeze my hand too. Don't worry, dear princess, I will protect you." She added on, offering her hand to him and was momentarily caught off guard when he instantly held it and roughly tugged her to him.

"Such teasing... won't go unpunished." He whispered into her ears, his warm breath fanning her face.

"Not after I punish you first in this house." She grinned, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach from his action. She was surprised that even though he was scared, he still had the guts to try and trifle with her. Hah, just you wait, Mr. Tycoon, I'll show you who's the real Boss today!

An employee, dressed in bright yellow clothes, finally came up to them. He respectively bent his head, which surprised Rose Yang. "Honorable guests, Mr.Park and Ms. Yang, the haunted house has been cleared. You may proceed."

Rosè Yang frowned at the extravagant treatment and turned to Park Jimin, then lifted their entwined hands, pointing to their wrists. "These aren't FastPass bracelets, are they?" She scowled, not happy that she wasn't living the full amusement park experience.

"They are." Technically...

The wristband on her most certainly allowed people to skip the lines, but it was also only given out to the very selective VIP members of the amusement park. It just so happens the Park's were a major stockholder of the park ever since it was built.

"Don't frown like that, you'll have wrinkles." He tried to change the topic and touch her face, but she turned it away from him with a loud 'hmph!' He sighed at her treatment, his hand dropping.

"Alright, I'll change the way they treat us after this tour. Don't be mad at me." He muttered, using his hand to pull her head closer so he could kiss her forehead. There was a great force acting against him, but he still managed to squeeze a quick peck in there.

Rosè Yang was gloomily avoiding his action, but her strength was nowhere comparable to his. "You promise?" She asked him, looking up to meet his eyes, an ocean of fine ink.

"Of course." He instantly replied. Anything she wanted, he would gladly fulfill...even if it meant lowering himself to be treated like a regular person.

Only after inspecting his face for sincerity did her face finally open up again with a carefree smile. She nodded her head and pulled him towards the door that began the long journey.

With each step, she could feel the weight in her hand get heavier and heavier as Park Jimin dreadfully tried to not dig his feet into the ground. With great reluctance, he accompanied her into the stupid, sweaty, and musty haunted house.

Rosè Yang remained completely unfazed by the ghosts and monsters. Instead, she looked intriguingly at them and even complimented a few on their design. Her bland expressions disappointed the actors.

Park Jimin was completely the polar opposite of her. His entire body was tensed up in fear and anticipation, his thin lips pulled into a flat line, his eyes on high alert, and his face pale as the ghosts looming along the path. Despite the multiple jumpscares of monsters, he didn't scream. Instead, his body would jolt and on several occasions, he nearly punched the actors.

"Don't threaten them." She chuckled when she saw a monster cower into the corner when Park Jimin threw it a murderous glare.

"It's only their job." She was having the greatest delight in seeing Park Jimin's stance and behavior. He was completely different from the domineering man she always knew. He was indeed still a fearsome presence, but it was amusing that he was constantly on high alert and would flinch at the smallest jumpscares.