MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 18 The Man Who Wants Her Dead
He cut her off, voice sharp, low.
She jerked her hand free, anger rising to hide the trembling in her voice.
That stopped him — just for a second.
His gaze flickered, then turned cold again, like he'd built the wall back up in an instant.
The air between them crackled — sharp words, heavy silence, and everything neither of them dared to say.
Then a faint honk broke through the tension. Her cab.
Y/N stepped back, steadying her breath.
She turned and walked away, slipping into the cab without another glance.
Jungkook stood there, jaw tight, watching the car pull into traffic until the red taillights vanished into the dark.
Then, almost too softly to hear—
The city swallowed the question before he could find the answer.
Sunlight poured into the Jeon mansion, but the warmth did nothing to calm the storm inside.
The silence snapped apart as a furious voice tore through the room.
A tense silence on the other end.
He slammed his palm onto the desk, jaw clenched.
A swallow was audible even through the phone.
The phone clicked shut. Silence reclaimed the mansion, but it didn't last long. From the doorway, a voice rang out—sharp, cold, cutting through the tension like a blade.
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