Taesan's POV
My ears are strained to listen for my sister and my mate's movement in the house.
The place is bigger than my estimation. From here, I hear nothing but the occasional sizzling of frying bacon, and the soft questions from my mate.
'Should I wash that?'
'Noona, do you need this?'
'I kept it here, is this right?'
He's so polite. So fucking polite and sweet that I'm starting to miss him. I can hide from my noona forever, but I can't stay away from Seoha forever.
"I'll eventually go out, won't I?" I ask the white ceiling, groaning at the thought of arguing with that stubborn woman about last night's 'incident'.
My phone vibrates once, and I reach for the device that's sitting on the side table.
I check the screen and see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown;
I will never forgive you.
'Who is this?' my alpha growls quietly at the threat from an unknown person. I lift my upper body, resting my weight on my elbow as I stare at the text.
