บททั้งหมดของ Married to The Problematic: The Jerk is Crazy Over Me: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"When you wrestled with the angel of death, my life seemed to be sucked out of my body. If you die, the same thing will happen to me, Mike." -Jiji-***Mike signaled to Angie to help him get out of the hospital bed. She didn't understand her husband's intention at first, but when Mike gave her a mischievous glance, she finally realized that his 'little friend' needed a little help.She carefully carried Mike down and laid him on the sofa. He hadn't completely lost the use of his lower limbs. It was just that the bullet had hit his pelvis, making it difficult for him to support his entire body when standing. However, his knees were still strong enough to support him when needed.Knowing Mike’s purpose for sitting comfortably on the soft couch, Angie followed and let him continue the game he had started. She also wanted the same thing, but felt it was too cruel to ask while her husband was still feeling the pain of his injury, which hadn’t fully healed yet.“Mike, is it okay?” Angie a

“You think you can run away from me, Ji? Even without legs, I will find you at the end of the world. Remember, our contract is for life. You are mine, forever.” –Mike–***Mike had been holed up in his room for several days. He was reluctant to see anyone, even Greg. He still couldn't forget what had happened the other day, or even put it out of his mind for a moment.He couldn't believe that the woman he loved had betrayed him for so long.Was that Angie’s goal? To pretend she had been sold and then marry him? But how could that be? Marriage was his desire, not Angie’s. Did that mean... ?The sound of knocking on the door broke Mike’s endless reverie. He had forgotten how long he had been in that dimly lit room, refusing to see anyone. Even Cintya, his aunt who had been trying to calm his turmoil caused by Angie's betrayal."It's me, sir. There's something I want to tell you." Greg had said the same thing over and over again, but Mike remained adamant in his refusal and indifferent

"Do you still remember what I told you? You will miss me when you can no longer see me. However, it's not just you; I feel the same way. So, I came... let's relieve our longing. Every moment, every day, always together—just like our promise. Only death do us part." –Jiji–***Krieet...!Mike slowly closed the book in his hands, trying to determine where the strange sound was coming from. He didn't think it was a mystery or urban horror story that would make his hair stand on end, but instead another possibility—a lurking danger.He quickly pressed the button on his wheelchair, moved towards the nightstand, took out his favorite weapon from there, and hid it in his pajamas.“Greg? Is that you?” he called out, loud enough, he hoped, to get an answer if it was indeed Greg, his trusted bodyguard.However, there was no response, making him even more alert. His brain was now sending signals to raise the gun and aim it at the entrance, ready to pull the trigger if what was there was danger

"It's the second autumn, Ji... can you hear me? The fallen leaves have already turned into piles of snow, and you still haven't shown your face." -Mike-***Venice, Italy, a year later..."Stay away, don't get too close to the window."The deep, distinctive baritone voice caught the attention of a young woman wrapped in a blanket, standing and watching the boats passing by along the canal. The woman turned around, greeted the man wrapped in a towel, kissed him briefly, and wrapped her arms around his waist to lean against his slightly damp chest.“What are you afraid of? Will those people follow us here?” the woman asked, stepping back to gaze at the man she loved, standing tall and still in her embrace.“Do you think they can follow us?” Instead of answering, the man asked back. The woman shook her head. “I just don’t want anyone to see you. Not even your silhouette.”The man cupped his hands around the woman’s face, gazing at hmomentarily features for a moment to savor the beauty

"Mike, my love, have you forgotten me? What will happen next fall if you are no longer there waiting for me?" -Jiji" ***A young woman, around twenty years old, stepped into a small alley. Puddles of water left over from last night's rain splashed up even though she walked carefully. She knew what she was doing. This wasn't betrayal, she believed, but another form of loyalty. She understood very well how it felt when two people who loved each other had to be separated because of the stupidity of those around them.She had felt it before. Long ago. Though in a different version.Her steps halted when she faced an iron door. According to the man she had met, the hostage inside the room was priceless. Even if it meant trading the heads of dozens of people. That was why she was so careful. Strangely, everyone entrusted her with such dangerous matters."Jiji... I'm here," she said, causing the woman on the bed to startle awake. She held her head, which suddenly felt dizzy. "Oh, I'm sorry.