Chapter 6: CHAPTER 4
HAN JIHAN
I stand in the living room with mom and dad in the same white, sheer shirt I refused to wear an hour before. And I'm never ready but going to admit that, it is not as transparent as I made it sound. No, it is not.
It is a decent shirt but sheer. Can see inside ever so slightly. About before, it was my anger talking. The nerves and dread I felt made me see red. I just made a scene for nothing.
I can't believe me sometimes. So uglily stubborn.
I look over at dad whose eyes are fixated on the way straight ahead of our little home. I can see the slightest of hesitance and embarrassment right through him and his scent gives away the nerves left within him.
"How do you feel?" Dad asks, yet his eyes stay ahead.
"Nervous." I know I don't have to voice it out for them to realize but dad simply wants to talk me out of it. A smile tugs at my drowsy lips as I walk toward him.
"Why are you nervous, though?" I ask, nudging him on the bicep. I feel his body relax next to mine.
"I'm not." He says as his hand closes over my shoulder, pulling me in closer. I rest my head on dad's shoulder.
"Your scent does nothing to not give it away, dad." I tilt my head on his shoulder to look over at him. He doesn't say anything, instead, he smiles down at me, and I'm glad he did. I can almost see mom standing behind us and looking at us with fond eyes.
I retrace my head from dad's shoulder as the sound of the vehicle fills the air. Suddenly, I'm nervous all over again.
Again...
Dread starts to fill up in my veins. And suddenly I find myself taking a step back and leveling up with mom. Moving closer to her with each second.
It's okay,
It's going to be okay,
It's going to be alright.
I chant it like a mantra as I watch them get out of the vehicle. Sengyun is the first one to show his face. A smile is plastered on his mouth even though he was not looking at any of us. He shut the car door close behind him, straightening up, his gaze shot into our home and find us.
Dad rushes over to the courtyard, climbing down the few steps with ease to get to them. Sengyun pulls dad into a side hug. His lips stretch into a big, wide smile.
My gaze wanders to the woman standing beside Sengyun, carded in a white dress matching my mom, but the one she wore looks expensive, the type we could only imagine wearing.
And finally, the heir's— Jeon Jungho's head peaks out of the car to the world, stealing my breath away. Putting my lungs on fire. A gasp stubbornly leaves my lips without my consent. And I'm fast enough to turn my head to the other side in an attempt to not alert my mom, but the cackle she let out said loud about my vain.
They are walking inside now.
I don't know where to run, where to hide. God, it's embarrassing.
I feel my throat go dry at each step they take. My hand clenches into my pocket as I held my head high. I watch as he rise his head up and locks eyes with me. I gulp the rock of lump lodged inside my throat down.
Goodness, he's perfect.
He's a sight to behold...
Why would someone like him ever want me?
The black shirt he wore clung to his chest, showing off his toned muscles. Yale blue hair falls on his face almost hiding his same yale blue orbs, which I would like to get lost in. And his wandering gaze settles into my stilled ones.
I hold the gaze, unrealistically yale blue eyes never leaving mine, each time I look into those, I get this urge to hold my breath, they are astonishing. Each step he takes makes my heart pound inside its cage to break free and fall before his feet in surrender.
The longer I look the more I search, search for a hint of a smile? It's nowhere to be found. I gulp down the uncertainty before shooting a smile his way only for him to cut his eyes off from me and to my father. Already breaking my heart and shattering my pathetic hopes.
I lower my head, and can't help the way my lips sagged down into a frown. But I do try to restrain my scent from getting sour. I sniff the air to make sure, but I can't smell anyone. Uh, I forgot I used scent blockers and they must be used it too.
"Oh, honey! How are you doing?" The woman is standing before me in a flash, her pink-tinted cheeks meeting her eyes, and her eyes crinkled at the edge as a smile stretched her red lips wide.
What was her name? I gaze at mom, there is a glint in her eyes that makes me believe that she's genuinely happy, mom nods at me, a sweet smile on her lips.
"Oh, I'm good!" I squeak, embarrassing myself.
"How about you, ma'am?" I'm quick to add, not wanting to sound unpolite.
"No... Don't call me ma'am." She frowns playfully.
"Just yuri." Yuri beams, and thank goodness for making her say her name. It's funny that I don't remember.
I feel his gaze burn me, making me go weak on my knees. My inner wolf claws at my inside as it hauls in my head to be let out, set free.
To get to him.
I shake away that thought. Nails digging into my palms. A sweat tickles down my hairline.
"You look pretty. I never thought you'll be this beautiful when Seng told me about how pretty you are!" Yuri resumes her rant. Blood rushes to my cheeks painting them scarlet at the praise. The hotness flows down my neck as I offer her a sheepish smile.
I hold my breath before swirling my head his way. His eyes never widen like I thought would. And his face is still neutral even after being caught starting.
His gaze is intense but unimpressed, which I don't like a bit.
It tempts me to run away and hide from his burning gaze, and run to him and dip my face into his neck and get a hint of his unknown scent all at once.
I don't want to admit which will I choose delightfully...
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