Chapter 22: Call me my wife
As the morning wore on, I found myself increasingly restless. Despite my efforts to distract myself, my thoughts kept drifting back to Yura. I missed her comforting presence, and the loneliness felt overwhelming.
Desperate to ease the ache in my chest, I reached for my phone and dialed Yura's number. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Where are you, Yura?" I asked, my voice tinged with sadness as I struggled to understand what was happening to me.
"I'm at work. Is everything okay?" Yura replied, her tone tinged with concern.
"No, there's no problem, but I miss you," I admitted softly, my heart aching with longing.
I could hear Yura's laughter through the phone. "Oh, my cutie pie misses me? That's too adorable. If you call me 'my wife,' I'll ask someone to come and pick you up to join me," she teased.
"Really?" I asked, excitement bubbling up inside me at the thought of seeing her.
"Yes, really," Yura confirmed, her laughter infectious.
The mere thought of being reunited with Yura filled me with a sense of joy and relief. Without hesitation, I agreed.
"Okay, my wife. Please send someone to pick me up," I said, unable to contain my excitement.
Yura chuckled at my eagerness. "I'll arrange it right away. Just wait for me, okay?" she said reassuringly.
With a renewed sense of hope, I ended the call and began to prepare for Yura's arrival. The prospect of seeing her again filled me with anticipation, and I couldn't wait to be reunited.
It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door, and one of the servants entered the room.
"Miss Jiyeon, Miss Yura sent me to pick you up," she said with a warm smile.
I smiled back gratefully, feeling a surge of gratitude for Yura's thoughtfulness. "Thank you," I said, gathering my things before following the servant out of the room.
As we made our way through the manor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. The prospect of being reunited with Yura filled me with joy, and I couldn't wait to see her again.
When we finally reached Yura's workplace, I practically ran inside, eager to find her. It didn't take long before I spotted her, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.
Yura looked up from her desk, a warm smile lighting up her face as she saw me approaching.
"Jiyeon, you're here!" she exclaimed, getting up from her desk to greet me.
I couldn't help but smile back at her, feeling a rush of happiness at the sight of her.
"Yura," I said, my voice filled with affection as I enveloped her in a tight hug.
Yura returned the hug, holding me close as if she never wanted to let me go. In that moment, all my worries and fears melted away, replaced by the warmth of Yura's embrace.
"Thank you for coming to get me," I said softly, feeling grateful for her presence.
Yura pulled back slightly, a teasing glint in her eye. "Anything for my cutie pie," she replied, her voice filled with affection.
Yura led me to the room next to her office, a small, cozy space filled with books and paperwork. Before I could protest, she gently took my hand and guided me to the bed, tucking me in with a warm blanket.
"Rest for a while, okay?" she said, her hand soothingly stroking my hair.
"But I don't want to sleep. I want to spend time with you," I replied, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
Yura sighed softly, a hint of regret in her voice. "I'm sorry, but I still have a lot of work to do, so I can't take care of you right now."
Feeling disappointed, I pouted and pulled the blanket up to my chin, my bottom lip jutting out slightly.
Yura couldn't help but smile at my childish behavior. She knew that I was feeling needy and wanted her attention, but she also had her responsibilities to attend to.
"Hey, how about this? While I work, you can keep me company, okay?" she suggested, trying to find a compromise.
I brightened up at her suggestion, nodding eagerly. "Okay! I'll be your assistant," I declared, a smile spreading across my face.
Yura chuckled at my enthusiasm. "Great! Then you can help me by keeping me company and fetching me things when I need them," she said, giving me a playful wink.
I nodded eagerly, feeling excited at the prospect of spending time with Yura, even if it meant just being in the same room as her while she worked.
For the next few hours, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yura as she worked at her desk. Occasionally, she would ask me to fetch her a file or a cup of coffee, and each time, I eagerly jumped up to help her.
Despite the mundane nature of the tasks, I felt a sense of joy knowing that I was able to help Yura in some small way. It made me feel useful and appreciated, and I couldn't help but smile every time she thanked me for my assistance.
As the hours passed, I began to feel a bit restless. Despite my best efforts to keep myself occupied, I couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at me.
"Yura, can I ask you something?" I said suddenly, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.
Yura looked up from her work, her expression curious. "Of course, Jiyeon. What's on your mind?" she asked, setting aside her pen and giving me her full attention.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put my feelings into words. "Do you really have to work all the time? I mean, can't you take a break and spend time with me?" I asked, my voice tinged with disappointment.
Yura's expression softened, and she reached out to take my hand in hers. "I'm sorry, Jiyeon. I know I've been busy lately, but I promise I'll make it up to you. How about this? Once I finish my work, we can do something fun together. Just the two of us," she suggested, her eyes warm and sincere.
I couldn't help but smile at her offer, feeling a surge of happiness at the thought of spending quality time with her. "Okay, that sounds nice," I replied, my disappointment fading away.
Yura smiled back at me, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Great! Now, why don't you lie down and rest for a bit? I'll be done soon, and then we can have some fun," she said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
Feeling reassured by her words, I lay back on the bed, snuggling under the warm blanket. Despite my initial disappointment,.
As I lay on the bed, the warmth of the blanket enveloping me, I couldn't help but feel my eyelids growing heavy. The gentle sound of Yura's typing filled the room, lulling me into a state of relaxation.
Despite my best efforts to stay awake, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with me. My eyes fluttered closed, and before I knew it, I had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
I don't know how much time passed before I felt something gently brushing against my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Yura sitting beside me, her fingers trailing lightly over my cheek.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," she said softly, a warm smile on her face.
I blinked, feeling disoriented for a moment before I remembered where I was. "Yura? What time is it?" I asked, my voice groggy with sleep.
Yura chuckled, her hand still stroking my cheek. "It's late. You've been asleep for a few hours," she replied, her voice gentle.
I stretched, feeling my muscles protest after being in the same position for so long. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep," I said, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.
Yura shook her head, her smile reassuring. "Don't apologize. You needed the rest," she said, her tone affectionate.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What about you? Have you finished your work?" I asked, suddenly feeling guilty for falling asleep while Yura was still busy.
Yura nodded, her expression tired but content. "Yes, I finally finished. And now that you're awake, we can spend some time together," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the thought of spending more time with Yura. "That sounds perfect," I replied, my voice filled with gratitude.
Yura reached out, taking my hand in hers. "Come on, let's go do something fun," she said, pulling me gently off the bed.
Chapter 23: Seo Yoojin
Yura took my hand, and we left her office, heading out of her company. As we walked, I noticed several people staring at us, but Yura's confident gaze seemed to make them look away.
We were just about to get into the car when a woman stopped us. She was elegantly dressed, with an air of confidence that seemed to demand attention. Her name was Seo Yoojin, a wealthy omega who had a long-standing feud with Yura. She was well aware of Yura's relationship with me, but that didn't seem to deter her.
"Yura, darling, how lovely to see you," Seo Yoojin said, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she approached us.
Yura's expression hardened, and she tightened her grip on my hand. "What do you want, Seo Yoojin?" she asked, her tone cold and uninviting.
Seo Yoojin ignored Yura's hostility, her attention focused entirely on me. "And who is this?" she asked, her eyes raking over me appreciatively.
I felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny, but I tried to remain composed. "I'm Jiyeon, Yura's wife," I replied, my voice steady despite the unease I felt.
Seo Yoojin's smile widened, and she stepped closer, invading my personal space. "Well, Jiyeon, it's a pleasure to meet you. I must say, Yura is a lucky woman to have such a beautiful alpha by her side," she said, her tone dripping with insincerity.
I resisted the urge to pull away from her, feeling Yura's hand tighten around mine in a silent warning. "Thank you, but we really must be going," I said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
But Seo Yoojin wasn't ready to let us go that easily. She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly down my arm. "I would love to get to know you better, Jiyeon. Perhaps we could have lunch together sometime?" she suggested, her tone suggestive.
I felt a surge of anger at her audacity, but before I could respond, Yura stepped in, her voice sharp. "I don't think that's a good idea, Seo Yoojin. Jiyeon and I are married, and we have no interest in spending time with someone who clearly has ulterior motives," she said, her tone icy.
Seo Yoojin's smile faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're making a big mistake, Yura. Jiyeon deserves someone better than you," she spat, her words laced with venom.
Yura's eyes blazed with fury, and she stepped forward, her body tense with anger. "You have no right to judge our relationship, Seo Yoojin. Jiyeon is my wife , and that's all that matters," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
The two of them stood there, glaring at each other, their animosity palpable. I felt torn between wanting to support Yura and wanting to diffuse the situation before it escalated further.
"Yura, let's go," I said, gently tugging on her hand, trying to pull her away from the confrontation.
Yura hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with Seo Yoojin's. Then, with a resigned sigh, she nodded and allowed me to lead her away.
As we got into the car and drove away, I could feel the tension radiating off Yura. She was seething with anger, and I knew that it would take a while for her to calm down.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, Jiyeon," Yura said, her voice tight with emotion. "Seo Yoojin has always been a thorn in my side."
I reached out, taking her hand in mine and giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's okay" I said, trying to reassure her.
After a few minutes of silence, we arrived in front of the manor. Yura had barely parked the car when her phone rang. I watched as she frowned, glancing at the screen before answering the call. Her expression grew more intense with each passing second as she spoke with the person on the other end, her anger evident. After a few moments, she hung up, her anger slowly giving way to a look of resignation.
"I'm sorry, Jiyeon, but I can't stay with you. I have to go," she said, gently stroking my head.
I felt a pang of anxiety at her words. "No, please don't go," I pleaded, clinging to her arm. The thought of being without her filled me with a deep sense of emptiness. "I need you here with me."
Yura sighed, her expression softening with sympathy. "I know, Jiyeon. But I really have to take care of this. It's important," she explained, trying to soothe me.
"But I don't want you to go," I insisted, my voice taking on a childish whine as I held onto her even tighter.
Yura gently pried my hands from her arm, giving me a reassuring smile. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," she said, opening the car door for me to step out.
Reluctantly, I climbed out of the car, my heart heavy with disappointment. As soon as I stepped out, several servants approached, ready to escort me into the manor. I watched helplessly as Yura drove away, her car disappearing down the long driveway.
The servants guided me into the manor, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Yura. I felt a growing sense of frustration and sadness. Once inside, I made my way up to my bedroom, ignoring the servants' concerned looks.
In my room, I closed the door behind me and locked it. I needed to be alone. The emptiness I felt without Yura was overwhelming. I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. I knew she had important things to take care of, but that didn't make it any easier.
Time passed slowly. The servants knocked on my door several times, offering me food and checking if I needed anything, but I refused to answer. I wasn't hungry. I didn't want anything except for Yura to come back.
I lay down on my bed, curling up into a ball. The silence of the room was deafening, and I couldn't help but feel abandoned. The ache in my chest grew stronger with each passing minute. I stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day in my mind, and wishing that Yura was here with me.
As the hours dragged on, the sky outside darkened, and still, I remained in my room, refusing to eat or see anyone. The servants continued to knock on my door, their concern evident in their voices, but I ignored them all. I couldn't bring myself to care about anything else.
It was late at night when I finally heard the sound of a car pulling up the driveway. My heart leapt with hope. Could it be Yura? I rushed to the window and peeked outside. Relief washed over me as I saw Yura stepping out of the car.
I quickly unlocked my door and ran downstairs. When I reached the entrance hall, Yura was just coming in. Her eyes met mine, and she opened her arms. Without hesitation, I ran to her, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
"I'm back," she whispered, holding me close.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I buried my face in her shoulder. "I missed you so much," I mumbled, my voice trembling.
"I missed you too, Jiyeon. I'm sorry I had to leave," she said, pulling back slightly to look at me. "But I'm here now."
We stood there for a while, just holding each other. The emptiness I had felt all day began to fade, replaced by the comforting warmth of her presence. Eventually, Yura led me back upstairs to my room. She coaxed me to eat a little, and I finally complied, the knots in my stomach loosening with each bite.
As Yura held me close, the warmth of her body easing the lingering tension in my muscles, I felt a sense of calm begin to wash over me. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, and I was grateful to have her back by my side. Just as I started to drift into the comforting embrace of sleep, a loud, insistent growl from my stomach shattered the tranquility.
I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "Sorry," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
Yura chuckled softly, the sound a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "It's okay, Jiyeon. It sounds like you're hungry," she said, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back.
I nodded reluctantly. Despite my earlier refusal to eat, my body was now making it painfully clear that it needed sustenance. Yura gently nudged me to sit up, her eyes filled with understanding and concern.
"Come on, let's get you something to eat," she said, her tone light and reassuring.
We made our way downstairs to the kitchen, the manor silent and still around us. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, giving the place an almost eerie, otherworldly feel. Yura flicked on the lights, dispelling the gloom and filling the space with a warm, inviting glow.
"Why don't you sit at the table, and I'll whip up something quick for you," Yura suggested, her voice full of that soothing authority she always carried.
I obeyed, my earlier reluctance replaced by a growing sense of gratitude. Watching Yura move around the kitchen with ease and familiarity brought a small smile to my lips. Despite the lateness of the hour and the exhaustion etched into her features, she moved with a grace and confidence that never failed to captivate me.
Within moments, the enticing aroma of food began to fill the air. Yura hummed softly to herself as she cooked, her presence a calming balm to my restless spirit. I watched her, my heart swelling with affection and admiration.
"Here you go," Yura said, breaking my reverie as she placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of me. "It's not much, but it should help."
I looked up at her, my eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," I said softly, picking up the spoon and taking a tentative sip. The warmth of the soup spread through me, soothing the gnawing hunger and bringing a sense of comfort that was more than just physical.
Yura sat across from me, her eyes never leaving my face as I ate. There was a tenderness in her gaze that made my heart ache with love. Despite everything, she was here for me, always taking care of me.
As I finished the soup, I felt a renewed sense of calm and contentment. "That was perfect," I said, setting the spoon down and smiling at Yura. "Thank you."
She reached across the table, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "I'm glad you liked it. Now, how about we try to get some sleep?" she suggested, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection.
I nodded, feeling the exhaustion from the day's events starting to catch up with me once more. Together, we made our way back upstairs to our bedroom. The bed looked inviting, the soft sheets promising a night of much-needed rest.
Yura helped me settle back under the covers, her touch gentle and reassuring. She lay down beside me, her presence a comforting weight next to mine. I felt her arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I sighed in contentment.
"Goodnight, Jiyeon," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Goodnight, Yura," I murmured back, my eyes already drifting shut.
This time, sleep came easily. The sound of Yura's steady breathing beside me was a soothing lullaby, and I felt the last remnants of my anxiety melt away. . As I drifted off , in the darkness of the night, with Yura's arms around me, I finally found peace. The world outside ceased to matter, and for those precious hours, everything was perfect.
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