Absolute Threshold

Absolute Threshold — Chapter 45. Scent

Translator: Atlas

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Jumi would reprimand him for the harsh words he used. But even if she raised her claws, he knew that her ferocity was a disguise to hide her weakness. The weaker a human being was, the louder his voice was.

His steps became quicker as his thoughts grew. He was about to head to the room when he found Jumi lying on the drawing room couch. On the table were peaches, also some strawberries. And there were some books stacked beside it.

Jung Yoongyo took off his tie.

“She doesn’t listen. She really is disobedient.”

She looked like she was about to fall down. She had a blanket that covered her up to her chest. She tossed and turned on the couch as she mumbled. She was helpless before him.

“I wish I knew when he was coming home. I just wanted to see him.”

He was surprised because she seemed to miss him.

Although he laughed due to shock, when he looked at her lips, a strange desire arose. When he tried to lift her blanket, she rubbed her puffy eyes. It seemed she was exhausted today.

“…When did you come?”

Her voice was cracked. Her body was a little warm. She’d had a slight fever since she’d gotten pregnant. Her eyelids were reddish.

“Why are you in the drawing room?”

“Because you hadn’t arrived.””

“You waited for me?”

“I thought you were too busy.”

“I have some issues to resolve.”

It seemed that the word resolve had an implied evil meaning. Her eyes grew wide. She did not run away when she saw him unbutton the first button of his dress shirt. He took off his watch, then sat down. Probably, he expected her to sit next to him.

He leaned back on the couch where she had been asleep. The place had not only the peach scent, but also an unfamiliar lavender scent. It was even stranger that anyone expected him to come home. Although she used the same shower products as he did, she smelled different from him. His house smelled like Choi Jumi every time he took a breath.

“You seemed nervous on the telephone call.”

Kim Junghyun. He had already completed his background investigation. Cheolju found out in detail everything that had happened at school.

“Not really. I went to an old schoolmate’s exhibition.”

“I know. Kim Junghyun.”

Her eyes widened. She was shocked.

He could know whatever he wanted.

“That bastard wasted his life. He’s not married yet, so it wouldn’t be adultery.”

“…You’re wrong. I just wanted to be polite because I once cared.”

“You pretended you’d forgotten. But you really wanted to see him.”

“…No. I promise.”

“I guess you wanted to st#ck that bastard’s manh#od in you just to spite his fiancée. You wanted to s#ck his manh#od while shaking your br#asts.”

“Hey. Jung Yoongyo.”

“You only pretended until now.”

She was furious. She clenched her fists. She refused to hide her emotions by pretending to be kind. She wanted to punch him until he suffered. She shouldn’t want to hurt him, but from his mocking tone, she wanted to punch him even harder.