Trapped Desire Sister-in-law (REVISI)
CHAPTER 1:11
"Send me your account number, I'll transfer the payment" Mayla said
Mayla tidied back her clothes accompanied by Jeon who also tidied up her clothes and hat which she threw in any direction. Mayla stepped towards Jeon, raising her hand to tidy up Jeon's messy hair.
Mayla swears Jeon looks very handsome with her hair still wet with sweat, looking very sexy.
Aissh clear your mind Mayla!
Jeon was once again silent about Mayla's treatment of him, for whatever reason, but each of her concerns made something different in her heart.
The man only smiled faintly, he moved his face forward and then kissed Mayla's lips gently, as if it were a parting ci*man. Mayla was slightly surprised to feel Jeon's lips sweep over the surface of her lips slowly and full of tenderness.
Moments later Jeon pulled back his face then smiled faintly before turning around and walking away.
Mayla stared at the burly back, as her eyes rolled from above and stopped when she saw the man's wrist covered in gauze and plaster.
"Jeon wait-" called Mayla making the man stop his steps and turn his head
"Why hands?"
Jeon raised his wrist slightly and looked at him for a moment "It's okay, it's just a small wound" then walked on with his steps.
Mayla looked back at the man until he disappeared from her sight.
oh, that's me, my husband and my father-in-law
The words kept ringing in his mind. Jeon was standing in front of a mirror above the sink, his body wearing only a towel on his waist made his abdominal muscles visible in the mirror reflection.
He grumbled at himself, "who admires a pathetic man like me?"
They just saw everything from the outside, they never knew what he was feeling all along.
He took off a coil of gauze wrapped around his wrist, clearly emblazoned with some incision marks there, some had dried but there were still wounds that were still wet. He picked up a small sharp object in the box next to the sink.
He looked at the sharp object for a moment before finally scraping it on the wrist that had not been slashed, a piece of blood dripping, Jeon grimaced softly but with a faint smile on his lips.
He felt relieved to vent his grief and emotions through the wounds he made himself. Because for him, that was all he could do to ease the wounds within him.
The SelfHarm!
The form of a person doing self-defense to overcome emotional pain and self-emptiness.
He shifted the pain in his life by injuring himself. Although he realized that it would not change anything, he enjoyed it all. The act of self-harm made him addicted. That's what's happening to Jeon right now.
Almost every night he scratches the wounds on his arms, hoping to gain a serenity from his increasingly shattered life.
Droplets dripped around the sink, so Jeon drenched the wound with water, leaving the red liquid flushed with the cold tap water.
He grimaced at the pain, but it was not worth the pain that had been lingering in his heart for so long.
The fact that he just got, that the father of Mayla's husband is his own real father, the father who had the heart to leave him and his mother, threw it away like useless trash.
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