Jun-ho was trying to keep his cool. He looked calm, but I could feel how tense his muscles were.
He was angry. And for good reason.
— Do you know his name? — he asked finally. I swallowed hard.
— I don't… But don't kill him. — I blurted.
It came out fast, almost on instinct. Jun-ho leaned in slightly, like he was processing what I said. Then, he let out a soft sigh, locking eyes with me.
— I'll admit, that's what I want to do. I'm pissed as hell at this guy for thinking he could get away with that. With my husband. Angry knowing you probably weren't even the first. But inside these walls… we've got rules. I'll deal with it another way.
— How?
— Don't worry. He won't die.
I stared at him, pouting. The idea that Jun-ho might kill someone for me was terrifying.
