" Since when? " He asked.
A blank expression took over Sooha's face, not knowing what is he referring to.
"Isn't it all because of his money? Tell me, when did you hook up with him behind my back? Didn't the Wang's bastard just return back? Since when were you together with him making me a fool all this while? Is it an old fling? Am I a replacement of his absence? Is that why you never said anything even after you know about my messy life? Don't tell me, he is the reason why you tolerated me all this time and now that he is back you wanna get rid of me for good, " He rambled everything in one breath.
His words and actions never let her feel less disgusted. She clearly still had an ice pack placed on her leg, yet his reaction is to accuse her of two timing.
" So you know you live a messy life? " Sooha let out a dry laugh. Joon jae's face scrunched up at her words, " Is that the topic now? " He asked.
Sooha didn't really speak for a minute, "You should be delighted that I'm following footsteps as a diligent fiancée" A lilt of mockery added in her words.
Joon Jae's anger spiked up listening to her words, narrowing his eyes to her, he gritted through his teeth, "Apologize. "
Letting yet another breath out, Sooha casually asked, with an voice filled with ignorance, "For? "
" I don't think your memory is so bleak, my well behaving fiance, " He commented back, both not having any intention to drop the tension in the air.
Sooha narrowed her vision when he ended his words.The nerve of him to still claim her as his.
"Stupidity is contagious, associating with people like you, I might have contacted it, " Sooha spoke without any hesitance.
With that, his patience snapped. Rushing towards the bed, he went and grabbed Sooha's wrist tightly.
Though it was painful, Sooha didn't show it on her face, knowing its what he wants to see. "Didn't that old sly fox teach you to not provoke a man? " Raising his voice, his grip on her wrist tightened.
Tugging her loosely flowing hair with her other hand behind her ear, in a nonchalant tone, she replied, "I think I misheard you, " Saying that, she paused a second to bare the pain, her eyes filled with water. Gaining her initial momentum, she continued, " You? Man? Do you think you can become a man just because you have that dangling thing between your legs? Do you think you can use force on me and escape without a scratch? " She spoke with low voice, her eyes glinting with a promise to destroy him.
Unable to control his hands anymore, the hand which held her wrist earlier came flying towards Sooha's cheeks.
Ah~~~ a loud scream echoed all over the room.
Anticipating his next move, Sooha immediately caught his hand in air and twisted it tightly. Being a Taekwondo red belt leveler, she can easily take down ten Joon jae's who has muscles to show off.
With rock hard face, she tugged his at unapologetically, which elicited loud screams of pain from Joon jaeHe deserves this.
Not only mentally, even in physical ability, he is no match for Sooha.
"Let go, crazy bitch, " He gritted between his teeth, voice stiff as a robot.
Gripping his hand more tighter, which made him scream a little, she began speaking in a cold tone, " Is this apology enough? " She asked, but didn't really spare a second to let him answer, and continued, " If a mere apology is worthy enough to suffice the suffering and humiliation you have gone through, we can make a deal out of it, " Finishing that, she let go of his hand and aimed to look into his eyes.
It took him a while to register her words, before he could overcome the pain on his wrist, her words made his blood boil with rage.
She began to doubt herself why she even agreed to marry him. It's indeed a stupid decision to think about profiting of such idiots.
" Am I a joke to you?, " He asked, his voice roughed up a little, indicating he is losing out of it.
Rolling her eyes at him, she simply stated in a monotone, "Congratulations on realizing something for once"
" You should have expected it in first place when you crossed your limits. " She said with a careless tone
Seeing the confused reaction, " How should I put it??? " Sooha dragged her words, "I can predict your future" she spoke as if stating a fact.
Joon jae gave an utter disbelief look, "Don't bullshit " He commented.
Throwing him a disapproved look, "You don't believe me? I'll make a free premonition now" She made yet another deal out of it and resumed with words, "Soon your phone will ring and you will regret everything you did. You might even beg me on your knees if things go awry," Saying that, her gaze shifted to his knees and travelled to the hard cold floor.
Joon Jae scoffed skeptically. He know he will get an earful from his father, which is quite normal for him, if she complains about this, he is afraid it won't just end with words. Before the situation became more bitter, he wanted to bail out of it.
He turned to take his leave, just then a voice rang behind him.
" I will send you the bill later. Pay for your shit, Mr.Ha, " she said mockingly, indicating his childish actions to gain attention earlier.
Joon Jae let out another scoff, " Do you think I don't understand your twisted words? " He enquired, understanding she is being sarcastic about everything.
Denying that, Sooha responded without hesitance, "You do? I thought you don't even get them straight way, " She mocked him again, not letting any chance to leave him off the hook. He tested her patience, so now it's her turn to play with him.
"You! " he was about to curse her, when his phone rang.
Sooha brightened up, "Oh! That's the call. It must be your dad. Don't delay your future" She urged him without a need of urgency.
Joon Jae took out the phone you check caller Id. It's indeed his father. Sweat beads broke on his neck as he swallowed hard. Hurriedly pocketing the phone, he began to stride. As if he remembered something, he took a half right after taking a step, " Don't worry I have lots of money. I can still afford hundred such vases and PAY BACK, " He stressed the last words and left the room without a turn, all these while, his mind filled with thoughts of how to handle his father.