142 Is that chocolate I smell?
Ai, who had just arrived, witnessed his harsh dismissal towards that woman’s chocolate. She stared down at her own chocolates in her hand.
‘I hate chocolates!’
Her shoulders drooped, feeling bummed out. A trace of discouragement flickered in her eyes.
Jun hates chocolates…
All her hard work had gone to waste. It would only be an embarrassment now if she showed him the chocolates she made.
Suddenly, the woman came running out, tears wetting her cheeks. “So mean! How dare he reject my chocolate!”
She met the same fate as countless other women who died at the hands of Jun’s cold rejection.
The remaining patrons also slowly left, afraid of being in the same place as Jun. His black aura was only intensifying.
Ai softly sighed and was about to put the small bag of her chocolates in her handbag when her vision was suddenly blocked by a towering figure. A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside in one swift motion.
Jun shut the door behind her and cornered her until her back bumped on the door. His arms put a barricade on her left and right sides.
Ai’s breath stopped in her throat, and her heart jumped loudly in her chest. She slowly lifted her gaze. His eyes shone dangerously under the light, and the smile on his lips was anything but welcoming.
“Miss. Zhou. You finally found your way back to the library? I thought you got lost in this big city.”
“…”
“To the point that I wondered if you were kidnapped,” he sneered, “seeing how you were not picking up my calls and messages.”
Jun bent his head to her level, his dark eyes watching every inch of her face with concentration. “Didn’t I warn you that if you run away, then there will be consequences?” His muffled voice was edged with threat as the tips of their noses touched.
Ai slightly licked her lower lip. She met his eyes level headed even though the flush on her neck failed to hide her pounding feelings.
“I remembered I had something to do.”
“That something being as?” The tone of his voice turned a notch lower and denser.
How could she say that she was at Natukashi Bakery to learn how to make chocolates for him?
Her silence irked him. “I am waiting.”
“I…”
Jun’s brows suddenly twitched along with his nose. He rapidly blinked his eyes and looked around her. “Is that chocolate I smell?”
She stiffened.
“You are mistaken,” she replied without any hesitation. “Weren’t there so many women who brought chocolates for you? It must be that smell still fresh in the air.”
“No. It’s coming from you. Very closer from you,” Jun was adamant. He leaned and his sharp eyes observed her.
He grabbed her hand and studied her palm with interest.
Ai gulped, and her eyes slightly widened. She retracted her hand, but Jun didn’t let her. “There is nothing on my hand.”
His pupils constricted, noticing her reaction. “There is nothing on your hand that I can SEE, but there is some that I can SMELL.”
Her brow twitched. “It’s a misunderstanding.”
His lips glinted with a smile. “Why don’t I confirm it?”
He raised her hand and brought it closer to his nose. Her fingers trembled as his lower lip teasingly brushed on her palm. Her mouth opened and closed, but she could only nervously exhale. Her hand felt hotter when Jun sniffed the tips of her fingers and grazed his thumb along her skin.
“I…I said that there is nothing…”
Jun blinked. “I don’t think so.”
Ai pursed her lips. “It’s impolite to hold a woman’s hand like that.”
“…”
“You are saying that AFTER you have touched you know what of mine with this very hand?”
Her ears flushed crimson, and she was rendered speechless recalling how she had pleasured him.
“That…that was different…” her voice squeaked inaudibly.
Jun ignored her and continued sniffing her hand. “It is chocolate. Why do you smell like chocolates?”
Ai slightly panicked.
His gaze fell on her bag, and he thought back to a few minutes ago. “What were you keeping in your bag before I pulled you?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s definitely not nothing,” his eyes squinted further.
Jun grabbed her bag, but Ai hastily pulled it back. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see what’s in your bag.”
“There is nothing in my bag.”
He sneered. “I will confirm that with my own eyes.”
He pulled her bag again, and Ai dragged it back to her side. The tug-of-war continued for quite some time.
Jun’s gaze darkened. “Leave!”
She shook her head. “Let go of my bag. It’s impolite to peek into a woman’s bag,” she indignantly expressed.
He snorted. “Yeah, I don’t care about ethics right now. I want to see what you were hiding.”
“I didn’t hide anything.”
“Then prove it to me.”
In the end, Jun dislodged the bag from her grasp. Alarmed, Ai stretched her arm upwards to grab it again. But Jun had raised it high up in the air. She tiptoed on her heels but failed to reach the height.
Jun shamelessly ruffled inside her bag, not bothering about her resentment.
“D-Don’t!” She flustered and tried to stop him.
He found a small, beautiful pink cloth bag whose mouth was tied with a golden ribbon. There were five chocolates neatly wrapped and stacked inside.
Jun glanced back at her, whose cheeks were tinted in red now.
“There are chocolates indeed,” he pointed out.
After a few shallow breaths, Ai took a deep, calming breath and made an expression as if she was unfazed. “Is that so? I wonder how it got in my bag.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Maybe, it accidentally landed in my bag.”
Jun chuckled with a villainous ring to it. “And your hands accidentally smell like chocolates too?”
“…”
Ai had no answer to that.
The clock ticked in silence, and then Jun asked, “Who are these chocolates for?”
She rubbed her fingers together and lowered her gaze.
Jun pushed her chin up and as their breaths tangled with each other, he whispered impatiently, “Who are these chocolates for, Ai?”