My Perfect Lady 145 Breathe

The adults were lost in thoughts of their own.

While Jim wondered about what Rebecca had told him about Kang Sung, Miya organized her thoughts on things she needed to deal with. Every now and then, they glanced at each other and looked away. Sometimes, because their thoughts were muddled, sometimes, because they each found the other too attractive.

It was a good thing that the child was busy learning.

Jim wondered what kind of relations.h.i.+p she had with Kasu, and how he could devise on a plan to tackle Sheng. Miya too, took out her phone, typed in a long, quick apology and sent it to the Chairman.

That would be one thing off her chest, for now.

Whilst she did send the text, her mind kept going back to Senior Hunter's ambiguous words. Our history is entangled, he had said to her. He owed her two lives.

Two?

She was pretty sure he was referring to the tree incident for one. What else he was talking about, she didn't know. And how was her past related to him?

Sighing, Miya shrugged.

She wasn't going to break her head over it. If the Chairman thought it was important, then he'd tell her. He had been going all out to help her and Rebecca anyway.

Once the thought crossed her mind, Miya felt guiltier and decided to apologize to the old man in person once they went back. Involuntarily, her gaze landed on Jimmy as well.

He – He too trusted her to the extent of not having asked her a single question about Kasu. Not even when he found out his real ident.i.ty.

The girl sighed again.

Her phone was still in her hands. She looked at the man beside her, and admired the contours of his face and his chin that seemed harsh on first gaze. She remembered the touch of his lips against hers. She blushed.

Jimmy's phone buzzed.

It was a text from the missus.

[You look incredible, Jim.]

Jimmy grinned at the words, then looked at the wife, who rewarded him with a small smile in response. He began to type in himself.

[You look absolutely wonderful too.]

[Not better than you. Thanks for wearing the suit! It really does suit you.]

[I know. Aren't I beautiful, wife?]

The text almost made Miya laugh. She kept herself in check though, making sure she didn't disturb Ben.

[You are, husband.]

She texted back with a knowing grin.

Jimmy's heart struck at that last word. He looked at it fixedly for a while, then silently muttering a curse, he took a screenshot of the text. She had him now. Giving the missus a cheeky, warning look, he wrote again.

[Flirting again, my dear?]

[Can I not?]

[Of course you can. I'm all yours to use, baby.]

And then he sent her three 'kiss' emojis.

Miya almost dropped the phone in shock. Her heart missed a beat, and she looked sideward at the grinning Jimmy Hunter in horror.

This… This person…

Pervert!

She quickly closed the chat, blushed furiously, and crossed her arms over her chest while determinedly looking away.

She was going to die of heart attack.

Meanwhile Jimmy chuckled as quietly as he could. He ruffled Ben's hair idly, while the child paid him no heed. Jim chuckled at that too, then looked fixedly at Miya.

Grinning, he typed again and sent her another text.

Miya was still red in the face, but she shot him a defiant look nevertheless. She did however open the chat once more and looked at his message.

[Alright, I'll tone it down a bit. But you are such a baby.]

Miya squinted her eyes at that.

[I am not!]

[Baby.] Another 'kiss' emoji.

Miya shot him another warning glare. Then, she typed rapidly.

[The only baby here is you!]

And her actual baby, of course.

[Baby.] Two 'kiss' emojis!!

[Jimmy, I will –]

She was about to send in a nasty reply, when Jim typed in faster and sent another text first.

[No, my dear. You're not allowed to kick my a.s.s.]

That got her.

Without another thought, Miya burst out laughing. She held her stomach as she looked at the text, howling till Ben frowned at her and said, "Mommy, you're disturbing me."

Miya pressed her lips awkwardly, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, baby!"

Baby…

She ended up laughing again.

Beside them, Jim couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He smiled, looking out of the car window distractedly, feeling extremely content.

Just then, his phone buzzed again.

This time though, the text wasn't from Miya.

It was from the Chairman.

Jim read through the few sentences that his father had written. Then, he went through the attachments and other files. He frowned as he read along, finally letting out a deep sigh once he was done.

He texted Miya again.

[What happened between father and you?]

Miya, who had cheerfully been looking out the window as well, frowned once she saw the message. She wondered what had suddenly happened.

Carefully, she replied.

[Nothing much. I was sort of rude to him, but I just apologized in a text. I'll do it in person too once we get back. Why? What's up?]

Jim breathed.

No wonder the old man had sent him rather fine details of what he and the missus were expected to do while they were grounded. Those 47 hours would be taxing.

Seriously… what had Miya done to p.i.s.s the old Hunter off?

That, when they were already in trouble!

Sighing, he looked through the other information sent by the Chairman. They were just a few words, but enough to create trouble for him again.

[She knows you bugged her.] He had written.

And of course, Simon Hunter must have been the one to tell her. Which made Jim conclude the obvious – Miya found out the old man bugged her and got mad at him. He in turn, told on Jim.

Really… what a fantastic father!

A vein on Jim's head twitched, and he took in a deep breath.

Just after he had a good moment with the wife, now he had to be ready for her misplaced wrath.

Miya, who had been waiting for Jim to respond, watched him carefully as he looked into his phone. A plethora of emotions crossed her mind as she took in that face again. She also noticed the terseness in his brows, the way his shoulders were tense. It struck her then how busy this man must be.

And yet, here he was, taking Ben to school.

Since the day they had met, he had been helping her out. He had even taken a bullet for her sake.

Closing her eyes, Miya realized how stupid she was being.

Jimmy Hunter – this guy, was just about the only streak of luck in the twenty seven years of her life that she had had. And he was right all along – she had to move on.

She needed to.

It would be wrong if she hurt this man because of her own fragile mind.

Just then, her phone beeped.

Miya looked at the words.

[Miya… dear. I shouldn't have bugged you.]

Jim was still typing, his words carefully chosen.

Miya concluded the obvious. She laid back in the seat, took in a lungful of breath, and wrote.

[Thanks for looking out for me, dear.]

Jim read the words. He choked.