Dopamine Addiction - Chapter 61

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61.
“That’s why I started all this. Since my whole existence is supposedly for protecting Philip, what if I died first? Aren’t you curious? What kind of face would Grandfather make?”
“…….”
“Sure enough, he flew into a rage. Shouting that my body wasn’t my own, that I didn’t have the right to dispose of it. The look on his face was priceless.”
“Liam.”
“Still, the Heir remains in excellent health. Really, if the Heir has no problems, there’s no need for a Spare like me. Lately Grandfather doesn’t even seem interested in me anymore.”
Liam paused there, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. When he turned to Hee-ju, his tone had grown lighter.
“Well, enough of this tedious talk…….”
But his words never quite finished. A tender hand had touched his face.
Liam closed his eyes by instinct, pressing his cheek into her palm like an obedient dog seeking affection from its master.
In that moment, warmth drew near. He knew at once what it was.
Soft, moist skin pressed delicately against his lips. And in the same breath, Liam descended on her like a starving wolf.
One hand gripped her jaw, the other her waist—firmly enough that she couldn’t escape.
Liam exhaled a wistful sigh.
So easily his resolve crumbled. Caught in chains over something so trivial.
But even if this was Hee-ju’s foolish mistake, he would not let the opportunity slip. Once he held something, he would never let it go.
Even if she begged him to release her, it would already be too late. She should never have reached out in the first place, no matter how pitiful he seemed.
‘Don’t offer your hand if you’re not prepared to let me take it. There are times when a hand, once grasped, cannot be withdrawn.’
He had made the warning clear. Since Hee-ju had chosen to ignore it, she would have to live with the consequences of her own decision.
“Ah…….”
Hee-ju sank to the floor. Still locked to her lips, Liam stretched an arm toward the sofa, searching blindly until his fingertips caught a blanket.
He spread it across the hard floor, then popped the buttons of her shirt one by one.
A breath of laughter escaped between his teeth. His eyes narrowed with mischievous delight.
“Finally seeing what’s underneath. Black underwear.”
Hee-ju couldn’t bear even a moment’s separation—she stretched both arms to clasp the back of his neck and thrust her lips against his urgently, as if begging for more.
Liam’s eyes grew progressively heavier. Then his lips began to travel downward, inch by inch.
First her chin, then her neck, then down to her collarbone.
“Wait, please……!”
Each time her body shuddered. Liam buried his face in her chest and murmured.
“Don’t ask me to wait anymore. I have no patience left.”
Crackle-crackle—the fireplace blazed hot. A droplet of water beading in Liam’s hair fell onto her face with a soft tap.
Hee-ju’s hands found him instinctively, tracing the contours of taut muscle, her fingers digging along each ridge.
Liam’s breathing grew ragged. His gray-blue eyes turned turbid and dark.
“…….”
Her fingertips brushed against something rough—the texture of a bandage wrapped around his shoulder.
A scar left from protecting her.
Hee-ju pressed her lips to the bandage, slowly and reverently.
She wanted what others had—to settle in one place, to plant her feet firmly on solid ground.
Her footing had always been uncertain, like a dandelion seed that might scatter on the smallest breeze.
That’s why she wanted whoever stayed beside her to be like a tree, deeply rooted in the earth.
But Liam was not a tree. He was wind—more suited to vanishing without warning than to staying.
The kind of wind that could slip from England to Korea, from Korea to the United States, without hesitation.
And yet she reached out. Her hands found his cheeks and held them.
Liam, guided by the gentle pressure of her weak grip, bent his head slowly. Hee-ju pressed her lips firmly against his.
She knew that someday it would become her shackle, yet she could not resist.
“Don’t wait. I want you too. Liam.”
In an instant, all expression drained from Liam’s face. The composed man of moments ago was gone.
What remained was a beast whose seal had been broken.
***
“Mr. Peter Johnson.”
As Hunter and Anthony produced their ID badges, Peter’s expression turned bewildered.
“What business does the CIA have with me?”
“Would it be all right to speak inside?”
At Anthony’s words, Peter closed the door and came outside.
“I’m on my way to the Hospital to see Mrs. Margaret. Please keep it brief.”
Anthony gave a slight shrug and asked his question.
“How do you know Hee-ju? Who’s the man she’s been spending time with?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
Peter took a step forward, deliberately avoiding looking at the closed garage. Hunter and Anthony kept pace with him.
“We know you drove Hee-ju’s car. We also know you threw her cellphone into a gas truck. Are you aware that’s Obstruction of Investigation?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“The CCTV has footage. Will you keep denying it in the face of evidence?”
Peter stopped abruptly and turned to face them.
“If that’s a crime, then don’t bother a law-abiding citizen here—get an arrest warrant.”
Peter resumed walking. Hunter and Anthony remained where they were.
Then Hunter suddenly spoke.
“Mr. Peter Jones.”
Peter turned around with an irritated expression.
“Is there something else?”
“Why are you walking? I see you have a garage—seems you own a vehicle. Is there no car in it?”
Peter’s face stiffened momentarily. He gave a light shrug.
“I sold it recently. Didn’t need it anymore. I mostly use Mrs. Margaret’s car. I hope that answers your question.”
With that, Peter resumed his walk. Anthony, watching his retreating figure, whispered softly.
“Have someone check Peter Jones’s vehicle registration. They might have borrowed a car to avoid our eyes.”
“Check Margaret’s and Peter Jones’s assets too. If they haven’t left the area, they must be staying somewhere.”
“Got it.”
Anthony took out his Cell Phone. Hunter kept his narrowed eyes trained on Peter’s disappearing figure, staring through him.
***
“Lost them?”
Sergei glared at Andrei. Andrei bowed his head.
“It seems they noticed they were being followed and took a different route.”
“And you don’t know where they went?”
“No. We’re searching.”
Sergei, who had been deep in thought, raised his head.
“So they’ve found the two of them.”
“Sir?”
“They had no reason to lose us otherwise. How many of our men are still over there?”
“Eight including the pursuit team, six without.”
“Tell them to tear the place apart. If they don’t find them, don’t bother coming back.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Wait—change of plan.”
As Sergei spoke, Andrei, who had already turned to leave, straightened again.
“You go yourself.”
“Yes.”
Andrei, bowing his head, left the room.
***
Blink. Blink.
Only when Hee-ju opened her eyes did she realize she had fallen asleep. An unfamiliar ceiling with a wood-grain pattern greeted her.
Where was this? The bed felt soft, so a bedroom……. Oh.
As memory returned piece by piece, the final scene before she lost consciousness came back to her.
‘Look at me. Don’t look anywhere else, only at me, understand?’
Her vision had swum wildly, as if she stood on a ship pitching through violent waves.
The man above her had taken hold of her chin, his face filling her entire world.
It was not his usual playful smile. Not his usual indifferent mask, not his usual composed expression.
He was smiling.
But his eyes glittered dangerously. What crouched within them seemed like greed, or perhaps ferocity.
His breathing had grown steadily harder. At that sound, heat pooled in her belly, her chest aching with a dull throb.
Liam smiled sweetly.
‘Do you need me?’
‘…….’
‘Do you want me?’
She wanted to answer, but all that escaped her parted lips was ragged, gasping breath. Her breath came up to her chin.
Yes.
Her mind was filled with nothing but that thought. Whether she meant the man was good or the pleasure he gave was good, she couldn’t say, but either way, a sharp ecstasy consumed her.
Her clear reason vanished without a trace, her mind fogging over. Yet the sensation that swept across her entire body only grew sharper.
‘Tell me. Do you want me?’
His voice grew ever gentler, but his eyes burned with ever fiercer light.
‘Say it. Tell me I’m necessary, that you want me, with your own mouth.’
‘…….’
‘Promise you’ll never let go of my hand, no matter what happens. Say it, Hee-ju.’
Was a demon’s whisper ever so cruel? Could anything be so sweet and relentless that one couldn’t bear it without nodding in surrender?

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