[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 226: Assassins

"And don't even think about fooling me by saying that we're going on a date only for you to drag me to some trial class." He shut down her grand plan.

She was baffled at his words, sputtering, "Of course not..." She awkwardly laughed, giving his chest a stiff tap.

"T-then, instead of anger management classes, how about you trust me more?"

Park Jimin arched a brow. "I always trust you, but not when it comes to you leaving me. You can give me all the reassurance in the world, but I—" He halted mid-speech. He cursed himself. He almost blurted out her forgotten childhood. "But I am an insecure person at heart."

He added on, "You also have to trust me more."

She didn't know how to respond to his last statement. Did she trust him? She looked deeply into his eyes. Their endless depth resembled a black hole, sucking her in, and capturing all of her attention.

She never thought the color black would one day turn out to be this mesmerizing. There were so many secrets tucked within the depths of his inky night eyes, like the nebulous darkness of the Netherworld bounding countless souls of his victims within them, yet having all of them did not give him a soul of his own.

She stopped trusting most men after Jeong Jaehyun. Suddenly, it occurred to her; why was she allowing herself to be tied down by the past? Why is she giving him the satisfaction that he had wounded her, that his actions then left scars on her heart?

Why was she pushing away the very man that can help mend the wounds and heal the scars, just because one has hurt her so mortally? It was unfair.

Something in her changed. The clinks of metal collapsing onto the floor could be heard when the emotional and mental shackles fell away. She refused to be chained down by her past.

"I'll try, but you have to as well." She murmured, slow and steady, showing the tiniest hints of hesitation to him, only for her eyes to become clear again, like the clouds parting after a storm.

Park Jimin saw something was changing within her, but he could not place a finger on what it was. "Of course." He agreed, bringing one hand to rub the back of her head. It takes two to make a relationship work.

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Park Jimin guided her towards the couch, where he pointed towards the purse. She was good at derailing the topic, something he made a mental note about. "You've yet to tell me what's inside the envelope, the purse, and what made you so upset."

Rosè Yang sighed. She knew the topic was inevitable now. "I recommend you sit down for what I'm about to say."

He slowly nodded and sat down. She was about to do the same when he abruptly grabbed her, a gasp leaving her lips, and she tumbled onto his lap, straddling him.

"You—"

"You never told me how I should be sitting down." He slyly said, a wolf of a grin on his lips. He was glad she was wearing pants today, or else he would've been tempted to run his hands over her legs that are smooth as silk.

"You're unbearably annoying." She shook her head, even though a part of her liked the way he constantly wanted to touch her. It made her realize he wanted her as much as she wanted him... That this relationship was two-sided and not one, unlike the kind she had with Jeong Jaehyun.

"You shouldn't say that if you're going to shift closer to me." He teased when she unconsciously placed her hands on his wide shoulders, her body automatically scooting closer to the warmth he provided.

The AC was turned too high and she was growing cold. He was her personal heater, constantly radiating warmth. Sometimes she wondered, 'How can he be so hot... Literally, of course... Eheh.'