74. Come Back To Me (2)

Sharon walked back and forth in her spacious living room with her cell phone held firmly in her hand. Occasionally, she frowned as she checked her silent cell phone. Then she walked back and forth again around the room. Checking the time of day, pacing again while seemingly deep in thought, and checking her cell phone again for the umpteenth time.

But her messages and incoming calls remained the same as before. There was absolutely nothing new.

Worst of all, her face would grow a thousand times more sour every time her outgoing calls went unanswered, and none of her messages were read by the recipient—Josh.

“Wow, this is funny,” Somun, who was sitting casually with his legs crossed, was confused by Sharon's behavior. "You sent me here just to see you acting... walking back and forth like that? You think I don't have more important things to do than just watching you do weird things like this?" His tone was high with annoyance.

Sharon only glared at the man briefly, then growled angrily while continuing to walk very anxiously. At that point, her legs felt like they were moving automatically without her realizing it. Her eyes also automatically kept looking at the cell phone screen in her hand repeatedly with an almost regular rhythm.

“Tsk!” Somun clicked his tongue and looked at Sharon with a look that seemed to be mocking.

Sharon happened to catch what Somun was doing. She was about to turn her ledge to jump up and teach the man a lesson just as her cell phone vibrated. Her movement was instantly halted as she was stunned and hurriedly shifted her focus to the lit cell phone screen.

She saw an incoming message. But it was nothing like what she expected to the point of frustration. The incoming text was a notification of an appointment for her beauty treatment for that afternoon—which she amazingly did not remember at all, as her head was already filled with worry and fear of the repercussions of yesterday's incident.

Disappointment instantly dashed her hopes. She was in a complete panic because she hadn't heard from Josh since he left her yesterday. 

Since last night, Sharon had not been able to sleep well for fear of what Josh might think of her. 

And today, when she hadn't heard from Josh at all and all her attempts to text and call him had gone unanswered, her panic grew even more intense.

Her heart felt very uneasy as if she knew yesterday's incident had really affected Josh. And most likely that Josh was currently furious with her.

Somun, who saw the whole scene suddenly let out a long breath and then turned his face to the side. His eyes were looking at the sky that looked very white that day which was decorated by the glare of the sunlight that penetrated through the glass window in the living room of Sharon's apartment. His reverie drifted for a while somewhere, then came back again and made him realize.

“I'm leaving,” Somun got up and prepared to leave.

"Why? Wait! I said wait a minute! I need you!" Sharon's angry eyes widened in a very round way.

Somun sighed, his shoulders dropping as he felt he had no patience left to deal with the girl in front of him. "Then quickly tell me what you want! I can't wait all day! I'm busy!" he snapped.

Sharon was getting angry at the man's attitude. "Are you angry?! How dare you speak to me in such a high tone! You've been living off my money! What are you busy with anyway? You're incapable of doing anything! Don't you think I don't know that all you do is gamble every day?!"

Somun's pride was instantly hurt. With a sudden rage in his head, he approached Sharon and grabbed her hair and yanked it very roughly. "Fuck! You bitch! You should look in the mirror before putting others down!"

Sharon cried out in pain. Her eyes narrowed even more as she stared at Somun. It was obvious from the reddish streaks that formed like twiggy branches filling the whites of her eyes.

“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth, “or I'll make sure you won't have a dime after this!”

But Somun was still grinning as he grabbed Sharon's hair tighter and tighter.

“Damn it!” Sharon shouted again. Both of her hands gripped Somun's hands with the tips of her fingernails dug into it. "I'll make sure you rot in prison! Did you forget who holds all the evidence of your fraud? Damn it! Let me go!" She tried to remove the man's hand from her hair.

Upon hearing that, Somun growled and jerked his grip. Making Sharon stagger and almost fall to the floor.

The man then vented his crushing defeat by grabbing his own hair and flinging his body back onto the sofa very roughly.

“Damn it,” he hissed. 

Somun’s eyes looked very annoyed at Sharon who was trying to balance her posture so that she could stand up proudly again and straighten her hair.

Sharon grinned sarcastically to celebrate her victory, even though her scalp was stinging.

“Once you dare mess with me again, I won't let you get away with it,” her snort and mocking voice rang out clearly.

Meanwhile, Somun clenched his hands tightly. Trying to temper his anger that was still peaking so as not to explode impulsively like just now. After all, he was well aware that his life depended on that troublesome girl.

After calming down his emotions enough, Somun tried to speak again, “At least tell me what I should do.”

Somun actually didn't mind helping, as long as it didn't leave him hanging in boredom waiting for something uncertain like this. The problem was that he had already been there for over an hour. And all he was doing was standing still while watching Sharon busy with her own confusion.

Sharon glanced at Somun in annoyance. She checked the clock as it was almost past noon, thought for a moment, then finally took a breath and walked until she was right in front of Somun.

"I actually planned this before I called you. Just in case. But since Josh hasn't picked up my calls until now..." Sharon frowned and shook her head with an expression that was really very sad. “It looks like I might have to do it—for real.”

“Okay...” Somun raised one eyebrow, “And what is that?”

Sharon swallowed. She quickly went to the kitchen and picked up a knife, then returned to stand in front of Somun.

“This is my only last resort.”

Somun couldn't catch Sharon's meaning, “What exactly do you want to do?”

“I'm going to pretend to kill myself.”

Somun was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You're going to fake suicide? To scare your boyfriend? I don't think he's stupid enough for you to lie to him that easily. You couldn't even contact him earlier. Then how did he will know that you were going to commit suicide?" he laughed again.

“Shut up!” Sharon snapped at him in annoyance. “Listen to my explanation first!”