Revenge is sweet...until love makes it bitter.
Yoon Jeonghan and Kim Ara are like ships passing in the night, unaware of each other's existence. However when Jeonghan's dad, who runs a big company, cheats on his wife with Ara's mom, who works as his...
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Jeonghan planted wet kisses on her neck, trailing down to her shoulder.
"You haven't shared much about your father," he murmured against her skin.
Ara closed her eyes, the gentle brush of his touch sending shivers down her spine.
She got lost in the sensation, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin, his hands placing on her lower belly.
"You never asked," she replied, her voice filled with a hint of vulnerability, as if inviting him to explore the untold pages of her past.
Jeonghan paused his trail of kisses when he noticed the subtle change in Ara's demeanor.
The sudden tenseness in her body screamed at him, implying that there were more layers to the story she hadn't yet divulged.
His gaze stayed on her, quietly encouraging her to share her burdens.
"Do you want to talk about it, baby?" he whispered, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear.
His lips gently traversed the delicate path to her cheek, leaving a trail of tender kisses that reflected reassurance, inviting her to open up if she wished.
Ara shook her head, signaling her reluctance to talk about it. In response, Jeonghan tighten his hug from behind, an embrace that conveyed his silent support and reassurance.
"I'm right here for you, my love. Remember that, okay?" he whispered in her ear, punctuating his words with a gentle kiss on her cheek.
Ara smiled, basking in his warmth enveloping her, finally sensing that she wasn't alone anymore; someone was there for her.
To lighten the tense atmosphere, he joked, "Want to sleep, or should we do something fun?" He winked, eliciting laughter from her as he enjoyed the smile on her face.
"Let's just sleep," she whined playfully, teasingly tugging at his shirt as she spoke.
The mischievous glint in her eyes was met with a raised brow from him.
"Just sleep?" he teased, a sly smile playing on his lips.
As he turned her around to face him, his gaze wandered down her figure in a deliberately slow sweep, each movement calculated to convey a mix of desire and lust.
When his eyes lifted to meet hers in an intense gaze, he whispered, "When I think about what you did to me today, and just a few minutes ago, you really expect me to just sleep?" His voice underwent a drastic change, becoming rougher, filled with desire.
Ara hummed, teasing him now. "What did I do to you?" she asked innocently, her eyes looking up at him with an angelic expression, as if concealing any mischief beneath.
