POSSESSION [𝖄𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖓]

{65} Waltz in the underworld

Chapter 65

"Waltz in the underworld"

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Portia's frustration simmered beneath her words as she retorted, "Oh, please! Don't act like you're not playing games, Jeonghan. You know exactly what you're doing." Her voice crackled with intensity, her eyes locked with his, refusing to back down.

Jeonghan's gaze hardened, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and determination. "I'm not playing games, babygirl. I'm just asking you and you know it." His words hung in the air, charged with an undeniable intensity that sent shivers down Portia's spine.

Portia rolled her eyes, her frustration mounting as she shot back, "Yes, and I told you that i got it from the mall." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, a subtle hint of annoyance lacing her words.

Jeonghan let out a disbelieving chuckle, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he increased the speed of his car. "Yeah, sure, Portia." The sarcasm in his voice matched hers, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

As Portia's eyes fixed on the bracelet adorning around Jeonghan's finger. She sighed before Portia's frustration reached its boiling point as she leaned forward to snatched the bracelet from his finger, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Geez, calm down, Portia," Jeonghan exclaimed, his voice tinged with exasperation. "It seems like you love that bracelet more than you love me."

A surge of frustration coursed through Portia's veins as she clenched her fist around the bracelet, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, I love this bracelet," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And right now, I hate you." With a roll of her eyes, she defiantly put the bracelet back on her wrist.

Jeonghan's smirk widened, a mixture of amusement and frustration evident in his eyes. "I love you too, baby," he responded, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.

Portia's grip tightened on the bracelet as she glanced out of the window, a sense of curiosity and apprehension filling her gaze. She turned back to Jeonghan, her voice filled with intrigue.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her tone laced with anticipation.

Jeonghan met her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Somewhere peaceful, just you and me," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

Portia's eyes narrowed, a mix of resistance and longing in her expression. "I don't want to go. Drive me back home," she responded, her voice tinged with stubbornness.

A flicker of determination crossed Jeonghan's face as he leaned closer, his voice steady. "I wasn't asking whether you want to go or not," he replied, his words carrying a sense of authority.

Portia sighed, her resistance giving way to resignation as she leaned back in her seat. Gazing out of the window, she took in the serene beauty of the nature surrounding them. The highway stretched out before them, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. There were no other cars in sight, just the two of them and the open road.