[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 202: Burned

After their dinner, Rosè Yang walked to the fridge and pulled out her failed attempt at a custard pudding which had collapsed and tasted bitter due to the burnt caramel. There were also too many bubbles on the sides of the pudding, indicating the temperature was uneven when it was being steamed. Overall, it was as unappetizing as it was ugly.

Too embarrassed to show such a mess to Park Jimin, she was prepared to throw it in the trash, when Park Jimin came up from behind her, settling his head on her shoulders.

"What is it?" He asked her, his eyes trailing to the dessert in front of him.

"Nothing." She hurriedly said, covering it with her body, inching it towards the trash can.

Park Jimin saw what she was about to do and grabbed the plate, suppressing the urge to laugh at the pudding. "Let's leave the desserts to me next time."

Rosè Yang felt her cheeks become inflamed, her eyes going anywhere but her own creation. She used to aspire perfection above all, specifically to be a flawless housewife for Jeong Jaehyun, but after what he had done to her, she no longer cared about the status. If there was anything in this world she could never tackle, aside from that stubbornness of hers, it was baking. Even if she followed the instructions to the tee, there was always a problem somehow.

"Give it to me, I need to throw it out."

Park Jimin quirked a brow, placing the plate anywhere but in her hands. This was the first time she baked for him, he was not going to let it go to waste like this. "I don't think so."

"You'll get food poisoning if you eat that." She reached for the plate but he held it high above her head, way out of her reach. She jumped for it, grabbing onto his upper arm to stabilize herself, but he leaned his body away, making her walk in circles.

"Love, give it up. You're never gonna touch it."

"That's because you're too large," She blurted out, not realizing the hidden meaning attached to such words.

Park Jimin's eyes darkened at her words, resisting the urge to kiss her. If he did, he feared he would accidentally drop the plate. The things her kisses did to him...

He decided it was better to just deceive her with the oldest trick in the book, raising his head towards the door, a feigned surprise expression on his face. "Lisa, what are you doing here?"

Rosè Yang perked up at the mention of Lisa, her embarrassed face lighting up as she turned around, anticipating the presence of her best friend, only for her eyes to land on the modern and large foyer.

Her brows came together, forming slight creases on her forehead. She turned around. "Where did Lisa go—" She gasped when she saw he had gobbled at least half of the custard pudding, still in the midst of eating it. She reached for it, but he finished the last bite in one fell swoop.

"Spit it out!" She hissed, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks but he grabbed her wrists, holding her in place while he ate it and swallowed it like it was nothing.

"You're gonna get sick from it, Park Jimin!"

He bent down to peck her lips, "It was delicious."

"It was undercooked and the caramel was overcooked!"

"I like bitter things better."

She recalled his disliking towards bitter melon and knew he was not being truthful. "Don't lie."

He loosely hugged her, pressing her head to rest on his chest, a low chuckle rumbling from within. "It's the truth."

Rosè Yang did not believe him but was too content in the hug to even care. She buried her face further into his shirt, rubbing her cheeks on the incredibly soft material, melting into him when his hands ran up and down her back, the comforting gesture soothing her.