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Arthur couldn't help but grin as he drove the two back to the hotel. Noémie's face furrowed in agitation as she stared out the window with internal fury, not even attempting to answer any questions from her boss,' Mr. Jung. He can only see a scowl on her sour face, with her lips tightly pursed.
How could this idiot embarrass her so blatantly in her own home? Who does he think he is, barging in and touching her without shame or respect? Thought Noémie bitterly.
Jung Ji-Seok cast a sidelong glance; a small smile grazed his lips as he gazed at this open, determined girl. She had turned his routine entirely on its head. When he heard from his Head of Housekeeping that the little çriminal' didn't report for duty, he knew he had his work cut out with his defiant French maid. She was adamant about driving him crazy with her nonchalance.
He was reading his morning newspaper in a very relaxed way.
He grins and says quietly, his brow arched, "Did you honestly think I'd let you off that easily? You're making a fool of yourself by failing to report for duty at 4 a.m. Hmph!" He scoffed,reverting his attention back to the business news.
Noémie merely gave him a stinky look and remained silent because she knew what would happen if she opened her mouth. The most heinous profanities will escape. Her mother always advised her to place a watch below her mouth, but she doesn't have any watchmen left when people annoy the snot out of her.
This Mr. Jung knows how to bring out her worst character flaw. Why can't he relax and let her off the hook? Why bother upsetting her by forcing her to work as a maid in a hotel? She will die a thousand times over from disgrace.
"With all due respect, Mr. Jung, just leave me alone, you bloody moron," you say inaudibly. You're sick of this guy. Ji-seok's eyes widen, and to the amazement of Arthur, Mr. Jung quickly grabs her chin and jerks it in his direction, his face practically in hers as she sees his jaws clenched.
He locked his gaze with hers, a flash of fury in his eyes. As their faces were centimeters apart, his breath was fanning in hers. Noémie could feel her body stiffen up at the intensity of his stare. As he scanned her oval face, an undefined feeling flashed in his eyes for a few unsettling moments.
It was as though the atmosphere in the car had been electrified. Her chest heaved up and down into an unexpected fear that entered her erratic heartbeat.
Mr. Jung's gaze was drawn to her sharp features; her intense dark pools were framed with the darkest and thickest eyelashes he has ever seen; and her porcelain skin was flawless. Then his eyes darted down as he caught a brief glimpse of her partially open, rosy lips. Her chest was moving strenuously from the intensity of that moment. Both of them became suddenly aware of the shift in the atmosphere.
Mr. Ji-Seok abruptly let go of her chin. He blinked, and his heated gaze turned suddenly icy. He inhaled deeply as he sat back in his seat. An expression on his face now shows only utter annoyance.
