Husbands are not allowed to see?

Soon she perceived those warm hands over her back shoulder and the snugness of a superheated figure upon her body. Sun-Hwa's eyes banged open like a shot. "Jerk!" 

She muttered inside her mouth, like that warmth was familiar to her distaste.

She was quick to straighten, pressed her two palms against his chest, and shoved, while unknown helpers' fingers were tapping those leftover tiny pieces that stayed on Dae-Hyeon's shirt.

"Hey!" A hoarse voice escaped through Dae-Hyeon's offended lips.

Dae-Hyeon's eyes expanded in sudden impact; Irish became dotted, which was fixed on Sun-Hwa's frown emitting a glare as his posture was bending back upon those whetted diminutive bulb pieces that had scattered on the white, neat floor.

Dae-Hyeon's wavering hand, which was battling to bring back his balance, accidentally punched on that helper's chest. The helper's feet stepped back from them as soon as possible.  

Nearby people's feet hesitated to step on those sharp pieces while they were all stunned glances knew Dae-Hyeon was going to float on bleed in a second.

Sun-Hwa's brows hiked as she beheld Dae-Hyeon's wavering hands screaming for help as his posture pleaded for balance. 

She swiftly stretched her hands, clutched his typing fingers, and yanked him towards her.

As a result, his slightly muscled front body pumped on her sexy, big, buffy chest oppressively.

"Ah!"

She groaned as his hand hugged her tightly and embedded her face over his chest, fending off her from falling back with his abrupt pump.

Knowing that if she took a step away from him with the guts of her enmity on him, the scattered pieces would punch her soft and smoothy paw without mercy, she decided to keep lying on his smelly chest, which spewed freesia scent flavour all over his body.

Dae-Hyeon looked down at her face lying on his chest. He asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her whole face caressing his chest.

He then looked at all of those watchers and nurses before requesting, "Can you help to clean this? So that... we can leave the place."

A nurse rushed back with a broom and garbage dump and started to broom those bulb pieces into a garbage dump.

And then only, Dae-Hyeon unleased Sun-Hwa. Sun-Hwa also stepped back from him like a gentle flow of lava above the volcano.

Passersby left the place, and the nurses also left the area.

After scanning those clean white floors that had no pieces of pulp, Dae-Hyeon reached out for Sun-Hwa's hand to grab it and leave the place.

Sun-Hwa pulled back her hand and coldly stared into his virtuous divulging eyes. "Do you expect me to follow you even after divorce?"

"No, I want to take responsibility for my child," he declared serenely.

Sun-Hwa's brow knitted together. "That's not your child." She stomped the same lie again.

This time, it engenders a serious crash in the corner of his heart.

Nudging that, Dae-Hyeon came up with another choice. "Anyway, my divorce is also the reason for your current situation. So, let me pay back."

Just as a gentleman, he spoke, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her along with him. He knew if he delayed some minutes, her mood would change to aggressive in no time.

Without delay, he put out his action, which conflicted with Sun-Hwa for a minute until she sat inside his car unconsciously.

He then started the engine. The car was leaving the hospital.

"Mr. Dae-Hyeon," she called him, respectively.

"Hmm," he responded friendly, turning his smiley face.

"I want to be alone; please stop being kind to me." She calmly requested, but with a serious expression that was remit stren at his lovely smile.

Instantly, he dropped that smile and turned his rigid glance back to the road. Overcoming his raging anger, a relieved sigh escaped his lips before he said amicably, "Okay, be alone. But in my house."

Sun-Hwa bit her teeth and flustered like some sort of headache formed around her forehead.

"Death is better than being with you!" She stomped on those heartless words and reached out her hands to pull open the car door.

Dae-Hyeon was quick-witted enough to nudge the car lock button; his feet pressed against the brake pedal instantly.

"SCREECH!!!"

Tyres skidded in the middle of the road as every other car passed them at normal speed.

Those rushing hands unfastened his seatbelt while Sun-Hwa frightened, leaned backwards until her back head pumped on the window glass, gulped in dismay once his fire-burning eyes came directly to her face at high speed, and halted at a closer distance.

He pressed his index finger against her shut, dry, rosy, and small lips as her shakable eyeball wavered here and there alternately at his stable eyeballs, which glowered at her. Also, her slightly big breasts biggened like they were going to explode while her two hands were clutching the car's parts hard, expanding her breasts in front in order to pull her face away from him.

"If that word comes out again, you can't be free from me; mind it." A deep devil voice muttered from his tight-sexy lips, pumped her dry lips.

He then jumped back to his seat and fastened the seat belt as the passerby's car's moving splashing lights unmasked Sun-Hwa's extremely aghast face facing Dae-Hyeon, who was starting the engine as if nothing had happened.

It was at that time that she hopelessly sighed and resentfully echoed inside her mind, "Yeah, you are the reason for my dark world!"

She then came back to her position and dragged down her shirt, which had been raised above her waist, exposing her naked, flat, sexy lower upper body that had a small circle nipple in the centre.

The car moved.

Suddenly, her eyes expanded directly at the highway as she felt some kind of wet crawling around her breast nipple, soaking her shirt around that area.

She embarrassingly bit her teeth, and a blushing cheek appeared in no time, just when she cognized she was not alone but with Dae-Hyeon. However, even the embarrassment emerged as sexually attractive when it chose to be born in her face.

Once she remembered she didn't have a manual breast pump, she crossed her hands over her chest like an X. With a lower voice, she commented, "Stop the car."

He turned to look at her first before obeying. With one glance at her wet shirt, he quickly slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Find a convenience store nearby," she said, keeping her eyes down.

He narrowed his gaze towards her reddish cheek and sensed she was going to buy a breast pump.

"Why to the convenience store while I'm here?" He questioned her like the possessor of her baby milk.

"Huh?" She rubbernecked at him, and her death stare that pierced his ownership bold enough to shut his mouth in a trice and start the car again once he set the destination to a nearby convenience store.

The whirling car tyre halted near the convenience store. He got out of the car and ran inside quickly. He then came back with a breast pump, handed it to her, and walked to the driver's side.

Sun-Hwa bulked her brows at him until he turned to her after getting in.

Dae-Hyeon twitched his brows like he wasn't clear about her frown.

"Are you intending to watch me until I pump this out?" She polled.

His eyes and lips shivered to respond to her as his mind declared, 'Why? Husbands are not allowed to see that process?' 

Seeing her stable frown at him, he concluded, "It is hard to get back a divorced wife." He then shook his head vibrantly, got out of the car, shut it, and turned around.

Two minutes later...

"Come in," she commented, putting the milk bottle on the dashboard.

He got in. Like a sudden light scratch, his hand passed her side, picked up the bottle, and quaffed before her face turned to him fully in shock.

"What the F-!!!"

She screeched and snatched the bottle back quickly.

But no use; he had already sipped all of it and licked his lips seductively as she gritted her teeth with the twisted lower jaw, which explicitly paraded abhor towards his gratifying face.