Chapter 54

Chapter 54

“It’s not over?!” she asked, flabbergasted.

As he puffed out, Tae-jun knocked off the ashes, eyes never once leaving the woman.

“Let’s not split hairs.” He sniggered. “We still had two months left, but you disappeared when I went on a business trip. Isn’t this a clear breach of our contract? I require an explanation.” His lopsided grin evinced how much he was enjoying cornering her.

“……”

“Of course, you have nothing to say because you lost your memory.” He jabbed. “However, our contract needs to be fulfilled.” His frosty words were a reflection of his mood.

After a moment of sullen silence, Yuri Han looked at him squarely and said, “You know I’m not Hye-yeon Jin. What are you asking me to do?”

“As you said, it doesn’t matter whether your name is Hye-yeon Jin or Yuri Han. It’s you who is in bed with me, aren’t I right?”

He had used her own words to trap her. He was making it amply clear there was no way she could escape his clutches.

However, the woman in question was incredulity personified. It was such twisted logic. “You are crazy!” She spat out.

Tae-jun chuckled softly, not minding her harsh words one bit. His smile was cold as ice, he lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

“Now, you know. I regret that I hadn’t told you sooner. If you knew I was crazy, you wouldn’t have pulled off this doubling stunt on me.”

Yuri flinched at Tae-jun’s darkening eyes, those orbs seemed to have the power to engulf anyone they desired. She tried to wrest herself free, but his grip was tight.

Like this, the prey and the predator were in a stalemate until the doorbell rang. Tae-jun looked at the clock and let go of Yuri’s chin.

As soon as Tae-jun left the bedroom, she straightened herself. Just then she felt something flow between her legs when she tried to get out of bed. She was dumbstruck when she looked inside her shirt.

Her thighs and p*bic hair had dried cum on them, she could still feel some inside her. The stinging in her lower stomach and the numbness in her nether regions, painstakingly helped her recollect that she had had s*x with Tae-jun.

Yuri was wiping herself down with a cloth when she heard a familiar voice.

“Don’t be so cold-hearted. I found the hotel kitchen bustling when I went there to get something for my hangover. I was thinking of you, and I thought we could have breakfast together, but you seem not to have slept at all. Did you work all night?”

“Why do you want to know that?” a cold voice said.

“The room lacks your signature cigarette residues. Do you have a guest?” The inquisitiveness was evident in the tone.

Yuri hid below the blankets as soon as she recognized Jae-won’s voice. Thankfully, the bedroom door closed immediately, and his voice faded away.

A little while later, Tae-jun came into the bedroom.

“Wake up. Let’s eat,” he said to the figure huddled under the quilt.

“Is Mr. Jae-won gone?” she asked, peeking her head out ever so slightly.

“How do you know Jae-won?” Tae-jun demanded instead of an answer.

“I met him by chance at Daejin Department Store. We had dinner over the discussion of purchasing works for the exhibition.” She replied honestly.

Tae-jun’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he helped a tittering Yuri up. “Should I have shown Jae-won that the woman naked in my bed is Yuri Han?”

“He doesn’t have anything to do with our relationship. Where are my clothes?” she said, irritatedly.

“I’ll tell you after we eat.”

Yuri frowned at Tae-jun’s callous treatment of her things—from the tablet PC to her clothes. However, she had no other option but to do as he wished.

The table was filled with food for more than two, from Korean and western dishes to porridge and juice.

“Eat.”

Tae-jun dished small portions of each dish on Yuri’s plate. However, her mouth dried upon seeing the exquisite spread, she felt no appetite. Instead, she found this whole situation of Tae-jun feeding her quite unsettling.

She was unable to make out this man’s persona or intentions. His words were curt and cold, but his actions of meticulously serving her food were quite the contrary.

In the end, Yuri managed to take small bites of melon and some soup only because she thought she needed to eat something to find the strength to get out of here. That was her goal no.1 at the moment—freeing herself from the devil’s clutches.

Tae-jun looked at her gingerly nibbling and smirked. “Eat other dishes too. You’re too thin. You must have lost at least ten pounds since we last met.”

How does he know such things? Yuri pulled at the front of her shirt and ignored his comment.

“I don’t have any appetite. Just give me back my clothes and the tablet PC.” She wanted to get out right now, she had been on tenterhooks right from the moment she woke up.

“We should finish our conversation first.”

“What conversation? That absurd contract? Do you think I’ll accept that?” She snorted.

“Shouldn’t you be thankful that I’m not going to ask you to compensate for the four years? I’ll even raise the ante, anything you want.” 

Yuri could only scoff at his offer and glared at Tae-jun. “I have nothing to say. Go somewhere for another woman.”

“I don’t need a woman. I need Yuri Han.”

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