His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 59: Jealousy

Shuri tossed and turned all night, unable to find a moment of peace.

Her mind kept replaying the scene of Noran with the beautiful woman at the underground car park.

It made sense that he would be dating someone—after all, with his incredible good looks and exceptional talent, it was only natural.

There was no way he could have stayed single all this time, right?

It was only reasonable that he had a girlfriend before he remembered her.

But...

"Why am I feeling so upset? Ahhh!!" Shuri groaned in frustration, throwing the blankets off herself.

She sat up abruptly and slapped her cheeks with both hands. "Isn't it better this way? We can both live our separate lives now! Isn't that what I wanted?"

She had always wanted him to live a life free from burdens and dangers—something she wasn't confident she could provide.

"We are no longer in a relationship. His personal life is none of my business. Let's not think about it," she muttered to herself, trying to convince her own heart.

She lay back down and shut her eyes, determined to sleep, but not even a second later, she opened her eyes again and sat up.

"But he said he wouldn't let me go and even kissed me. Yet, he brought home another woman a few days later?"

She clenched her hands into fists, the betrayal stinging more than she expected. "Since when has he become such a womanizer?"

Without realizing it, Shuri began to grumble about Noran—something she had never done before in either of her lives.

She had always seen him as someone perfect, and being usually cool-headed, she rarely got this frustrated.

He was probably the only one who could make her lose her composure.

He could easily stir up so many emotions in her that she would end up hating herself for acting out of character.

She sighed deeply, realizing that it was no good to keep hesitating and contemplating like this.

Now that he had a girlfriend, there was even more reason for her to stay away from him.

She made up her mind, got up, and found a piece of paper.

With determination, she wrote him a note.

The next morning, she slipped the note underneath his doorstep and headed to work.

Unbeknownst to her, on the opposite side of the door, Beatrice had been passing by.

She bent down, picked up the neatly folded note, and read it.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she absorbed the message. "I guess Brother is going to be pretty upset when he sees this."

...

Noran had left for work earlier than Beatrice to attend a morning meeting with his newly appointed directors, who would be overseeing the company's expansion in Sol City.

When he returned to his newly renovated office, his secretary informed him that Beatrice had left a note on his desk.

He picked it up and read:

"Please ignore my mother's request to have dinner together tomorrow. I'll let her know you're busy. I'll also appreciate it if you would stop coming over to find me - Shuri Lee."

Noran furrowed his brows as he sat down, the note still in his hand.

Why was Shuri drawing a line between them again?

He hadn't sought her out these past few days, not just because he was busy with establishing Paragon in Sol City, but because he thought giving her space was the right thing to do.

He regretted kissing her out of jealousy a few days ago, hoping to approach her more gently this time.

Yet, instead of getting on her good side, it seemed she was pushing him further away.

"What have I done wrong?" he wondered, feeling a pang of frustration.

He had envisioned their reunion as the happiest moment of his life.

Even if she didn't remember their first life, he was determined to make her fall for him again.

Her outright denial of their past relationship was something he hadn't anticipated.

Leaning back in his leather chair, he rubbed his temples.

Shuri was the only one who could make him feel this helpless.

Ignoring her note wasn't an option.

He decided to send her a message on her personal number, which he had obtained during his investigation.

He had refrained from using it to avoid seeming intrusive, but Shuri's clear message of wanting him out of her life couldn't be ignored.

"Did I do something to upset you, Rin?" he texted, his fingers lingering over the send button before finally pressing it.

He sat back, his eyes fixed on his phone, waiting anxiously for her reply.

Minutes turned into hours, and Noran found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work.

He glanced at his phone every few minutes, hoping for a response.

When lunchtime passed without a single message from Shuri, his anxiety grew.

His thoughts were consumed by her silence, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Finally, his personal phone buzzed.

Noran quickly unlocked it, his heart pounding with anticipation.

His excitement quickly turned to disappointment when he saw the message was from Roy, "Hey, your most trustworthy friend is now stuck at the hospital. Are you really going to be so heartless and not fly back to see me?"

Noran sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.

Although Roy was a major suspect in his wife's death, he didn't seem anxious about his predicament.

Instead, he was making light of the situation.

Noran ignored Roy's message and reached for his office intercom.

"Push back all my meetings for today. I'm heading out," he instructed his secretary, his voice firm.

Grabbing his coat, Noran made his way out of the office, his mind set on finding Shuri and understanding why she had pushed him further away.

...

Shuri received Noran's text but chose not to reply.

She was determined to stay away from him now.

The clinic was open for half a day on Saturday, so after work, she had lunch with her colleagues before heading home later that afternoon.

When Shuri arrived on her floor with Happy, she noticed Noran waiting at her door.

Happy wagged her tail furiously as she approached him.

In stark contrast, Shuri's face was clouded with displeasure.

Noran had never seen her look at him like that before, and it made his anxiety spike.

Unsure of how to greet her when she was in such a foul mood, he bent down to pat Happy, trying to buy himself some time.

Shuri looked away, her emotions in turmoil.

Seeing him made her resolve weaken, yet he didn't seem to understand—or care—that she wanted him out of her life.

"Did you receive my text, Rin?" Noran asked cautiously, finally breaking the tense silence.

"I don't reply to strangers."

Strangers?

Noran couldn't help but furrow his brows at the word.

She was clearly drawing a line between them.

"Please stop treating me like you don't know me, Rin. I know you remember me."

"I only remember seeing you online, Mr. Kingston. I don't know you personally."

First, she had addressed him as Mr. Lee, and now she was calling him Mr. Kingston.

The formality cut deeper than any insult, and Noran's face reflected the pain of her words.

Shuri continued to look elsewhere, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes.

She knew she would definitely give in if she saw him like that.

"If that's how you want to treat me..." Noran began, his voice shaky as he tried to steady it.

"Then let's start from the beginning. Let's get to know each other again."

"Mr. Kingston, I have a busy schedule and got no time to make new friends," Shuri rejected him, trying to walk past him to reach her door.

"I hope you will stop looking for me."

Noran had tried his best to refrain from grabbing hold of her.

But that last statement made him think that if he didn't hold onto her now, she would really leave him.

He reached out and held her wrist.

"Rin, what must I do for you to accept me?" His voice was more of a plea than a question.

"Let go, Mr. Kingston." Shuri still refused to look at him, her tone wavering slightly.

"I already told you I won't let you go." Noran's grip tightened ever so slightly, his resolve unyielding.

Then Shuri exclaimed, her voice breaking, "You already have a girlfriend, so why are you still doing this?"

Girlfriend?

Noran was taken aback, confusion flashing across his face. "What are you saying, Rin?"

Before Shuri could answer, they were interrupted by a familiar bark. "Yelp! Yelp!"

Shuri turned and saw the same stunning woman she'd spotted with Noran in the parking lot—now holding Snowball in her arms.

The little dog squirmed excitedly, wriggling to break free and reach her.

The woman was even more stunning up close.

Long blonde hair cascaded in elegant waves over her shoulders, framing her fair skin and sharp features.

Her dark eyes were striking, exuding a classic, timeless beauty.

As she gently placed Snowball down, the little dog bolted towards Shuri, wagging his tail furiously.

Shuri felt a pang of discomfort but bent down to pick up Snowball, greeting him with a forced smile.

She didn't want to be here.

Facing Noran's supposed girlfriend made her heart ache, as if it was being squeezed painfully.

But with Snowball's eager barks and nuzzles for attention, she had no choice.

Before Shuri could excuse herself, Noran's sharp voice cut through the air.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded more annoyed than welcoming.

Shuri was confused.

Was this how he treated his girlfriend?

He used to speak so sweetly to her in their first life when they were together.

"Brother, you didn't pick up your phone and left Snowball in the office..." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Brother?" Shuri couldn't help but utter in surprise, catching Beatrice's attention as she turned to face Shuri.

"Sorry for interrupting the both of you."

Beatrice apologized and extended her hand to Shuri. "I'm Noran's sister, Beatrice Kingston. You must be Shuri Lee, right?"

So, she really was Noran's sister and not his girlfriend?

Relief and embarrassment flooded Shuri.

How could she have misunderstood their relationship the whole time?

She even felt jealous and used that as a motivation to push Noran away.

Shuri quickly regained her composure and shook hands with Beatrice. "Ah, yes. You know me?"

Beatrice let go of her hand and replied, "Of course, you're the one my brother has been searching for these past eight years..."