He whispered very quietly as he placed his forehead against hers.
He closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of her forehead and her gentle shivering.
He swallowed his anger as he suppressed his frustration at her state, which he saw had returned after a year of psychological stability, and he was the reason for her return to her former self.
"I'm crazy about you, and I hope you know that I wouldn't have dared break the promise I made to you."
These words didn't just come from his mouth, but from the depths of his heart, demonstrating the sincerity of his feelings for her. He planted a quiet kiss before going downstairs to bring her hot water and a towel.
His mission now was to raise her body temperature before her condition worsened and he took her to the hospital.
"Did it happen again?"
His friend Woojin, who hadn't left yet, approached him, wanting to check on Kristen, just as he had done with Melissa. It was a good thing her wound wasn't deep and she wasn't bleeding too much, since he'd arrived on time with the doctor, just as Jungkook had predicted.
Jungkook didn't say anything but a low hum escaped his lips, moving upwards. His friend looked at him sadly, his condition likely to worsen after Kristen recovered.
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He sat beside her, placing a towel on her forehead, then held the thermometer under her tongue, monitoring her condition.
"Thirty-five degrees. It's not rising."
He whispered anxiously, taking the air conditioner remote control and turning it up to warm the room more. He got up, fetched more blankets from the closet, and placed them over her.
But if her temperature continued to drop and didn't rise, he'd resort to the solution that always worked for him. He didn't even wait for her temperature to rise; he proceeded to remove her clothes.
A soft moan escaped her mouth as he leaned her against his body slowly, so as not to injure her. He removed the rest of her underwear until she was naked before his arms.
He could feel her heavy breathing hitting his neck softly. He gritted his teeth tightly as he ran his thumb over her bare waist, specifically that purple spot.
"How much I hate myself right now... You're in this state because of me, my love. How damned I am."
A burning tear ran down his cheek as he saw the results of her psychological collapse right in front of him. He suppressed her crying and her burning pain until she was in his arms, trembling every minute from the cold she felt.
He exhaled tremblingly, pushing her away from him a little, taking off his clothes and remaining in only his underwear. Then he got under the covers with her, taking her into his embrace and tightening his arms around her body, sending her the warmth of his body as he lifted the seven blankets over them.
He hid her inside, nothing visible except her slightly long hair lying on the pillows. His hand stroked her back with warmth and tenderness, kissing her forehead every second.
He tells her that he's with her and won't leave her, won't abandon her,
will be by her side as he always has and will stay until his last breath.
Time passed and it was now 5:00 PM.
Melissa was in her room and regained consciousness but couldn't move her body due to her extreme lethargy.
Jungkook didn't leave Kristen's side for a moment, but rather took a nap with her after feeling relieved that her body temperature had begun to rise after long, tiring hours.
Seo Woo Jin hasn't left the house yet, and in fact, he wants to see the drama and madness that will ensue when Kristen wakes up.
Will she go after Melissa and kill her? Or should she start with her husband, who hugs her naked, just like she does with him?
In fact, he's very curious to see her reaction to Jungkook, because even if she reprimands him for her shock, it certainly won't be as strong as her reaction when she wakes up.
In Jungkook's room, he's hugging her waist tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead to his neck, his entire body drenched in sweat due to the intense heat of the room.
She slowly moved her eyelids open as she felt his strong hands wrap around her waist and his body touch hers intimately.
For a moment, she thought,
"What if he came alone?!" She would have been in his arms, kissing him with love and longing, but now their situation was different.
He came with the one she would share him with, and she swore she would kill that girl, but to make her taste the pain first. Or is he now accountable?
She removed the blankets from her naked body, and as soon as she grabbed his hand to pull her away, he slowly opened his eyes.
When someone goes on errands for work, the last thing on their mind is sleep. Because he's a lieutenant and there are hundreds of people whose lives depend on him, all their senses are alert.
His sleep is so light that he woke up when he felt her body move gently. He was awake.
"Where to? You're still sick, my love."
He whispered hoarsely, muffled by the impact of burying his head in her neck, preventing her from leaving the bed.
"Go to hell, Jeon. Leave me alone. Do you even care about my illness? You and that whore can rot in hell."
She exhaled angrily when she heard his muffled laughter, as if she'd played a joke on him.
He kissed her neck forcefully, rubbing his palms warmly over her womb, then whispered in a deep tone.
"I know everything you're thinking, I know your brokenness and your grief, but I have reasons, Kristen... I..."
"You're a traitor, and a worthy traitor, Jeon."
She cut him off as she looked deeply into his black eyes, the very eyes she loved to see and see when he was happy.
Now she'll make him miserable, not happy. As long as she's oppressed and feels like she's collapsing psychologically from her grief, she'll make him experience what she feels many times over.
She grabbed his hand around her waist and violently pushed it away. She stood up, grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping it around her body.
She glanced at him, and from the frown in his brow, she knew he was deeply upset by her actions. He quickly stood in front of her, grabbing her arm tightly before she entered the bathroom.
"What do you mean, traitor? Did you find me on your bed and in your bedroom sleeping with another woman? Did you come into the house with a prostitute and kiss her in front of you? What the hell? I just got married now."
His tone was sharp and harsh, as if he were talking to one of his soldiers, not his wife, and that made her furious. He had no right to talk to her in the first place.
She closed her eyes as a feeling of dizziness overwhelmed her, but she held herself together and didn't show anything. Instead, she grabbed his wrists, pushing him away.
"Yes, you got married. You didn't do anything wrong. You're like an angel. Can you tell me where you saw her until you married her in the past six months? Was she a doctor in the camp? Or your boss's daughter, who made him fall in love with her when I saw her with her father?"
His eyes flared with anger, slightly reddening. This indicated the profound impact her words had had on him. He knew, and God knew, the pain she was feeling right now, and how much he wished at that moment he could take away the pain that was tormenting her psychologically before physically.
She simply didn't doubt his love for her, because he was the reason she doubted him. But calling him a traitor made his heart ache to the point he wished for death, and the feelings of distress and suffocation were killing him.
"But wait, did you call me once a month, and sometimes even stop, so that you wouldn't contact me? All of this because you were planning to marry her after you cheated on me with her?"
She placed her hand over her mouth, laughing sarcastically as tears gathered around her eyes from the pain that made her want to kill him in revenge for his oppression of her.
Her broken heart was bleeding for what its owner had done. He was denying it to her with tearful eyes like hers, his mouth unable to justify any of her miserable state. Her collapse was more difficult than he had even imagined.
She held her lower lip tightly between her teeth, trying to hold back the tears that were desperately trying to fall. Her eyes fell on the chain around his neck, which looked just like hers.
She raised her hand and slowly touched his chain, shaped like half a butterfly's black wing, and the one around her neck, which was white. When they came close together, the chains quickly gravitated toward each other.
"This was a symbol of our love, but now we no longer need it because it's fading."
She wanted to pull his along with hers, pulling them together at the same time, but she failed when he held both of her hands tightly, preventing her from tearing their love apart.
"Don't get it, Kris. Our love has never and will never end. Do you understand?"
She truly no longer understands anything! She feels like she's going crazy, and all thanks to that bastard who's manipulating her with his actions.
"Why don't you understand that you've ruined everything between us?"
She screamed at him, frantically pushing him with both hands against his chest, hitting him until her nails dug into his skin several times, causing him to sever their wounds.
"You destroyed me, you bastard... you destroyed me."
She whispered weakly, resting her head on his shoulder as she finally let her tears run down her cheeks. How much does it feel like a fire consuming her heart without stopping?
A painful feeling like hell, as if you're placing hot coals on your heart, allowing it to burn and scorch you with the fire of its pain and torment until it's extinguished.
When she was weak, he was the one who held her in his arms with tenderness and affection, just as he did now. His left hand encircled her waist, and his right hand tenderly stroked her hair.
He swore there were so many things he wanted to say, but seeing her collapsed in his arms, crying in agony, made his tongue cling to her, as if he were mute and unable to utter a word.
"I swear by God, with the pain and agony of my heart, that I will betray you in this room and on this bed, just as you betrayed me, Jeon."
She raised her head to move away from him after pushing him away, roughly wiping her tears away. She truly meant every word she said. This was an explicit threat from her to him.
But what she received from him was just a scornful smile. He sensed the threat but preferred to ignore it. He approached her, placing her calm body in front of him, cupping her face with his hands, then gently and lovingly placing a long kiss on her forehead.
"Don't threaten anything you can't do, my precious diamond, because then I will kill us both."
This, too, was a threat from him, and she ignored it. Each of them would do what they wanted.
She wanted to make him taste from the same cup, and he wanted to make her reconsider her thoughts, which would cause him to...
kill them both and be relieved of the torment of life for them...
And if we talk about madness, then Jeon is the king of madness, and no matter what crazy things she does in her life, she will never be able to outsmart this lieutenant.
She is fully aware of her husband's madness, and she will certainly never forget what he did to her older brother when he abused her for refusing to marry a man who proposed to her, embarrassing her in front of the young man's family. At the time, she was in a relationship with Jeon.
She was in the bathroom taking a hot shower, hoping her body temperature would rise further. She still felt dizzy and her throat was extremely tired from all her screaming today. She'd already exhausted herself and her stamina.
Jungkook had put on cotton pants and remained shirtless. He had replaced the sweaty, smelly sheets with clean ones.
He sat on his side of the bed after he finished cleaning it and quietly took out his pack of cigarettes to smoke a little until the flower that had caused her pain ran out.
"Why isn't my life normal?" he asked. "This is really exhausting."
He exhaled the smoke very quietly until a gray cloud formed in front of him. His mind was drawn to her eyes. Her eyes were his love. Those gray eyes that looked at him with such intensity that they took his mind.
He was thinking about her so much that he didn't notice her gently touching his cheek as she spoke quietly.
"Jeon."
His gaze rose to the woman standing before him, an inch between their faces, so close that he could feel her breath on his.
He took her hands and slowly lowered them, standing in front of her. He calmly said.
"Are you okay now, Melissa? Are you in any pain?"
"Just seeing you makes me feel so comfortable, my love."
She placed her hand on his bare chest, moving it gently, which bore nail marks. We all know who she belongs to. And remember, there she is, standing in front of the bathroom door, her features dark.
"Brazenly, in my bedroom, you whore!?"
Jungkook quickly moved Melissa's hand away from his chest, moving two meters away from her. He rubbed his neck nervously at Kristen's angry stares. He also wished Melissa would disappear from her sight right now.
Because she definitely wouldn't call her name and would kill her.
"Kristen..."
"You shut up. I don't want to hear your voice. Cover up that dirty body of yours!!"
She rebuked him sharply, so he remained silent, a frown forming on his lips. How could she call his sexy body dirty? That didn't please him at all.
He didn't say anything, watching her stare at Melissa with hatred and loathing, as if she were about to commit a crime against her!
Just to commit crimes, and he was here to cover them up. This was definitely not his time for tribulations!!!
"How dare you enter my room without my permission? Who are you to do this? And even touch my husband so shamelessly in front of me?"
She felt a fire burning in her heart when she saw her hand touch him so freely. Who did she think she was to be so close to her husband? Who was she to take him away from her so easily?
He was her husband, and damn it, why don't they understand this?!
For God's sake, don't they feel her grief? Don't they feel that fire burning her heart? But more importantly, does her husband care? Does he sense her jealousy of her murderous gaze toward Melissa?
Yes, he feels and sees, and his heart will explode inside its cage. There's no doubt he'd be happier if he saw her kill her because of her jealousy.
This man with his crazy smile, watching two girls kill each other to get him, is feeling pleasure...
And for the countless times, Jungkook is dirty and won't interfere in a war between two wives that he caused!!
Why would he interfere when his wife, with all her dignity, told him to shut up? Who is he to break a word to her?
"You crazy girl, I don't want to get angry with you now. It's enough that I could have died because of you and reported you to the police so they could re-educate you, but for Johnny's sake, I won't!"
"Ahhhha."
He bit his lips tightly, trying as hard as he could to stifle his laughter after his wife's Arabic words, which Melissa didn't understand, but she was certain had insulted her.
Melissa succeeded in provoking her to the point that she wanted to throw her off the balcony of her room at that moment.
Who is this woman who doesn't know her true nationality to threaten her? Who is she to call her husband Johnny? His second wife? Even if she doesn't have the right to claim her husband's name!!!
"Let me hear you, you little mother of Surem. You chameleon! This bastard is mine!!! Neither you nor ten others like you can take him from me!"
"John is Kristen's until their last breath..."
Did you see those hearts bulging out of his eyes? Did you hear his rapid heartbeat? He didn't even wait a second he pushed Melissa away from her slightly, cupping her face with his hands and pressing his lips to hers.
It was a deep kiss for him, and even though he didn't reciprocate, he was thoroughly enjoying the taste of her wine colored lips, a taste he'd been deprived of for six months.