Park Jimin My husband

Episodes. 62

Sometimes it's hard to believe that I can survive. Even after a month of that incident, I was still able to survive in this house. There's only one roof with people I hate.

However, fortunately, during that one month as well, I never again slept one room with Jimin. He rarely stays at home. He's like returning to Jimin like he was when he got married. Busy with work.

Jimin became more frequent in his office, increasingly ambitious and even rarely talked to me. Jimin wouldn't have contacted me if it wasn't related to my womb. I think this house has lost hope.

I thought to myself, was Jimin mad at me for what I said the other day? Is all this attitude a form of his pain? Why am I thinking about that now? Don't I really want to see Jimin?

Jimin also has not prevented me from leaving the house as long as I remain under surveillance alias still willing to be escorted by a private driver and followed by some confidants from afar. Jimin didn't say this directly to me, but to Seungbi Ahjumma.

However, if it comes out in surveillance, it still feels uncomfortable. I feel like I have no privacy at all. Though, I had planned to contact and meet Nam to ask him a few things. I think it is very difficult to realize in the near future. I took a breath, put the lip balm back on the table. I stared at the reflection of myself again in the glass, paying attention to the appearance of today.

Pretty neat.

I stood up, watching the appearance. It's been a long time since I've worn a skirt on my knees with a sweater like this. It was like going back to High School. However, in order not to look too teenage, I combine it with low heels and also a bag with a model that is quite feminine.

I had no choice but to wear a sweater so that my stomach wouldn't be too obvious. It's been four months or even close to five months. Not feel. In addition, I also feel comfortable and maybe today should start buying clothes that are more fitting for my pregnancy. Dress or maybe a sweater again.

Feeling that everything was neat and appropriate, I wore a Coat to protect my body from the cold air and out of the room.

"Is the driver ready?" I asked Seungbi Ahjumma who I met when I left the room.

"What's? Wh why? not that I've been telling you this morning." My protest, only this time I was made this regret, the problem is that I am very ready.

"Because I'll drive you."

I immediately turned to look at Jimin who was still neat with his office clothes, but it was still daytime and it was impossible for his work to be completed so soon. After all, Jimin has also started rarely at home these days.

Why did he show up again?

It just ruins the mood.

I let out a breath. "I don't need to be taken between you."

You're gonna check your contents, right? He's my son too, I deserve to know." Jimin looked at me cold as if right, he was mad at me. But if he is angry, why not stay away? Why even attention?

Oh, womb. Not because it was still my concern, but there was something she wanted from me.

I felt sorry why I told Seungbi Ahjumma that I would go to check my contents. I should have said I wanted to go to the mall. I forgot Seungbi Ahjumma would always tell Jimin if I wanted to get out of the house.

Not wanting to continue the debating, I finally turned the lazy eyeball, took a rough breath, then stepped first. No one can fight Jimin when it's like this.