Chapter 116
Seoul, South Korea
~Phoebe~
He smirked that stupid, annoying, and sexy smirk.
"Can't promise that either."
Stupid head.
His words making my heart flutter.
"Maybe I made the wrong choice with you. Freaking lunatic."
"But you like it."
"Enough to want to punch it."
"You're so violent." He teased.
"Yeah, that's because I was raised with it."
The words came so naturally out of my mouth, I clamped my mouth shut; putting both hands over my mouth.
"What did you say?"
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Nothing."
Play it cool. Think of something…
The pressure is making brain flatline like a dialtone.
"Don't lie to me. Phoebe. What did you mean? Raised with Violence?" He was fuming. The murderous intent rolling off him was enough to make me shiver.
I wanted to crawl in a whole.
"Can you just let it go." I pleaded, even trying to use the puppy eyes everyone always gives me.
"No. Get in the car."
"Taeyung…"
