(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Guilt

Without Kian knowing, behind her bedroom door, Ann was eavesdropping on the man's conversation with her Papa. A moment of guilt suddenly struck Ann's little heart. Kian always protects his good name in front of his Papa, even in the crucial moments.

"Thank you, Kian," sizzled Ann.

She took a deep breath and walked away from the front door of the man's room that had been her husband for two weeks. Husband pretending. Ann went up to her own room on the second floor.

Srek. Srek.

Ann turned to the right and closed her eyes. Ten minutes later, he turned again to the left still with his eyes closed.

"Ahhhh, bebel!" Ann whimpered annoyed.

Her guilt for Kian today had left her unable to close her eyes. The sharp and cold eyes of Kian this afternoon still felt piercing in his heart.

Ann inched to sit and leaned against the bed pad. He looked at the side of the bed next to him which was still spacious. The size of this bed is exactly the same as the bed in the Jeju Island hotel yesterday. But somehow, the bed there feels warmer and makes his sleep more soundly. Was it because there was Kian sleeping next to him?

"Ck. Come on brains, we're sleeping yuk! My schedule is tight tomorrow!" whinek Ann was upset at herself.

He turned to the clock on his little nightstand, at half-time 1am. Ann regained her senses and tried to close her eyes. But for half an hour, his mind was still bouncing everywhere.

"Hihhhhh, this is all because of you, Kian! Watch out if you are not responsible!" cecar Ann sat down and got out of bed.

He pulled his pillow and inched out of his own room and went down to the first floor. Long enough Ann stood in front of Kian's room, she had already brought a spare key and opened the door of Kian's room slowly.

The brightly lit room allowed Ann to find Kian's figure quickly. The man was sleeping on his stomach hugging a shabby pillow that was almost thrown away by Ann the other day. He even slept in his work uniform.

While sneaking around, Ann approached Kian's bed, turned off the lights and placed her pillow next to the man. The distance is quite far, so Kian will not realize its existence.

There was the sound of Kian's regular breathing, Ann exhaled a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. At least tonight, he will accompany Kian to atone for his guilt over the incident this afternoon. Ann yawned, her sleepiness has come.

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Cold, tight, sick, and dark!!

Deg. More and more stunned, he opened his eyes and his surroundings had turned pitch-black. Is there a blackout? Why can a luxury penthouse turn off the lights??!

"Kian, quiet. Don't cry! Men can't be whiny! Stop your crying now."

As he swallowed his saliva rapidly, sounds began to fill his head. The screams, sighs, cries, and sounds of impact were all earthy in turn.

"To-long," hissed Kian with all his might, his entire body began to sweat and tremble in fear.

Plaque.

"Take your son out of this house! I told you, don't show me his face!"

"Kian, in! Don't come out before I ask you to come out!!"

"Mother" she cried in panic.

Closing both ears quickly. He hates the dark, his traumas of the dark bring back the bad memories of his childhood.

"Please," Pinta Kian begged no one.

His body was already drenched in sweat, the tightness in his chest was becoming increasingly so.

"Help me, Ann," hiss grew increasingly frightened, his eyes****** staring around the darkened room.

Kian wanted to scream, but his voice seemed to be stuck in the throat.

"Ann, please," a single tear escaped again, Kian quickly wiped it and hugged Grandma Sofia's pillow.

"Fuck, I'll kill you!"

"Kian, run!!"

"Mother!!"

"Ibuuuu .. hah, hhh, Mother."

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