Under Sun
27. The Other Women's

Many times Jea narrowed her eyes while trying to warm her hands behind a white coat that was not too thick. Today is the 4th day when snow begins to fall, indicating December has just opened a new sheet on Toronto soil.

His head moved left and right repeatedly, interspersed with the tip of Jea's shoes that tapped the asphalt under his feet.

Jeffrey didn't come. Whereas previously, Ana had told herself that Jeffrey would pick her up so long as she shopped alone at St. Lawrence Market, the woman is often wrong to buy her groceries because it is pounding too much.

It felt like Jeffrey and Jea hadn't spoken normally for months. It should be underlined that during their return to Toronto, Jeffrey never spoke much to him other than talking about something really important.

Of course, Jea had tried in such a way as to take the opportunity to have a conversation with Jeffrey, but— seems like the man did not expect the same thing.

His head lowered, staring at the end of his shoes that were beginning to be smashed with white pieces. It seems like two hours and a few minutes later he was standing by the side of the road, waiting for Jeffrey to pick him up.

No, there were no bad thoughts approaching the woman at all. He knew Jeffrey would come.

His eyes began to turn on the group of people back and forth around the market. Not too dense, but quite fortunate to be called crowded.

Some shops have closed along with the sky changed canvas, gray as ink. It's past six o'clock in the afternoon, of course the sky darkens.

Jea bit her lips slightly as the girl found herself who was starting to get cold. Without gloves and warm boots made Jea feel shivering at this time.

"Miss Jea?"

Then the girl immediately turned her head, finding the tall young man frowning towards her, "Jisung?"

The man glanced around, then again dropped his gaze on Jea, "Miss what are you doing? Where's General?"

Both of his eyes were quite wide when he heard Jisung's slow speech. Ah, right too. At one time, Jeffrey was actually playing Jaehyun. Including by returning to work in the Toronto police center as Jaehyun.

The news was quite stirring throughout the city. But at that time Jeffrey who was using the identity of Jaehyun only alibi if he was conducting an individual investigation on underground group plotters sheltered by Jeffrey.

"In a moment she's coming" Jea replied briefly, then smiled. Even though his cheeks hurt a little because of the cold weather.

At first Jisung was silent. His head looked up at the increasingly dark sky, "General will not come. Come with me."

Jisung knew clearly how long the woman had been waiting there, judging by Jea's cheeks that had met red due to the cold air that night.

"But—"

"Believe in me. The general won't be here to pick you up. If there's anything, I'm ready to take responsibility. So don't be afraid, come on," Jisung said once again, making Jea rethink her words.

Not usually Jeffrey like this, Jea himself does not understand. But what she believes, there must be a reason behind everything Jeffrey did to her.

That then made Jea nodded slowly and then sat himself on the big bike that Jisung drove.

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"Yes God! My apologies, huh? I forgot to remember Jaehyun for you! Duh, Jae, how did you forget too?"

Ana's loud scream from the living room was not touched by Jeffrey who was on the second floor. I don't know, there was no reply at all that he said regarding his actions.

Ana just exhaled her annoyed breath. His eyes now turned to look at Jea again while holding her hands tightly, "I'm sorry? But you're not pa-pa, are you?"

To be honest, Jea just wanted to change her damp clothes and sit in front of the fireplace right now. But the soft words of the woman before him had already made himself drift, Jea can only nod with a smile— hinted if he did not have a problem with it.

"When are you changing your clothes now? Later you are sick," said Ana again, making Jea immediately aware if the original goal is to change clothes immediately.

"Ah, keep the groceries let me just stack up," added the woman and took some plastic bags of basic necessities that Jea bought a moment ago from the girl's hand.

"Okay, ma'am, thank you."

The girl stepped out her legs, leaving a figure of a woman in black in the living room. His body was slightly limp, considering that he had been standing for hours without any heat.

His hand trembled slightly as he held the doorknob of his room. His mind began to rage without direction.

Did Jeffrey do all this on purpose?

Both of his neutrals glanced at the window. Then switch to the plain white bed beside him. The shadow of the man came back, firmly stuck in his mind like a thorn.

Looks like this time Jea has to risk anything so she can talk to Jeffrey directly. Anyhow.

After changing his clothes and confirming the layout of his mane, Jea decided to go outside the room; looking for Jeffrey in the middle of the mansion.

His gaze devoured the entire room, trying to find where the figure of the man who kept teasing his mind tirelessly.

His footsteps began to slow down when Jea down the stairs are quite long. There was no sound loud enough to be heard, just a blast of fire over the wood as food.

A shadow filled his retina. Jea then fell silent on the spot, not returning to move as usual when his gaze fell on two humans who were sitting not far from the living room fireplace.

"Jae, don't hold on ah, ticklish!" The woman's slow oddity began to pierce Jea's ear which stood exactly a few meters behind them.

"Why are you? How did you not pick up Jea? I told you."

The situation returned to silence when Jeffrey did not return the woman's words. But even so, he smiled.

"Forgot."

"Duh Jae, but Jea kan—"

Ana's words just got cut when Jeffrey chimed her with a series of words belonging to her, "You why carry the name of another woman? We're just two of us here. I don't like you that."

Jea's eyes blinked occasionally, trying to swallow the raw words Jeffrey had just said.

It felt like the atmosphere around him was quiet. It was completely silent and dark. His mind was empty, unable to think of anything else when the words escaped Jeffrey's mouth.

Jea tries to return to the reality that she is just a foreign woman who accidentally met Jeffrey.

Of course, the man had his own life. It should have been from the beginning Jea knew about it, then why did— Jea decide to put more feelings on him?

Her eyes warmed up even more as Jeffrey's smile was no longer for her. The man smiled many times at the other woman who was doing the same thing.

Two dimples that have always been the center of attention of Jea now again adorn the beautiful face of the man. But it is a pity that this time the smile was not on him.

"You know, don't I just love you? So don't mention any more girls' names, huh?" The big hand gently stroked Ana's hair mane. While Ana was only able to be silent, staring straight at the two dark eyes of Jeffrey who was intoxicating.

"Sorry Jae."

The two were silent for a few seconds, before Jeffrey brought the woman's body closer. Slowly, slowly, Jeffrey's face approached Ana, which made the woman close her eyelids tightly.

The roar of both breaths was earthy as the man's lips almost stuck to Ana's.

Just before Jeffrey gave a sweet fondling to the woman, his eyes glanced at Jea who was standing right behind the red sofa, where she and Ana were at the moment.

Jea's eyes began to heat up when Jeffrey finally glanced at him. Her feelings are not bad. His chest felt bitter, along with a gray mind.

The shafts fell down, soaking both of her cold cheeks. The girl bit her lips tightly, trying to muffle the sound of sobbing that was almost made as her crying became more and more urgent to come out.

Jeffrey only fell silent when his gaze found the girl who used to always be in his arms— was crying.

The man broke off his eye contact with Jea when Jeffrey decided to close his eyes, focusing on a brief fondling in front of the warm fireplace.

Thousands of questions began to light up, illuminating the darkness of Jea's unbalanced mind.

And among those questions, a statement came after him.

Now, no more long fingers Jeffrey would wipe his cheeks when he cried. No longer a broad shoulder that will accommodate his complaints in days that can make him tired. And no more gentle strokes anchored on his skin, driving his adrenaline incessantly.

And the most important thing is; there will be no more words to be with in relation to Jeffrey.