CHAPTER 52

I watched as the color drained from her face. Brittany has turned pale. Her face was a pasty, sickly white. She covered her mouth with her hand while pushing Mr. Hong away from her.

“Baby, is there something wrong?” worries were evident from Mr. Hong’s face. She said nothing, just stared at Jeonghan with panic rising, thrumming, sweeping all over her face. She swayed a little as if she’s about to collapse. There was a sheen of sweat gathering, pooling on her forehed.

“What’s the meaning of this Brittany?” I leaned back, sipping on my wine as I watched Jeonghan’s eyes looked at Brittany sharply. He gritted through his teeth.

Her face was alarming. It’s like a white canvas stretched taut to breaking point. As if it might snap any time. And she’s sucking in air, huge gulps like she couldn’t breathe.

"Jeonghan, what are you doing here?" she asked. Her eyes darted on me, on Jeonghan and then Mr.