Kyle, remaining motionless and maintaining his upright posture, was completely immersed in the steady breathing of Sehee, unaware of how uncomfortable his position was.
He was oblivious to the passage of time, intoxicated by Sehee’s sweet scent.
His gaze lazily drifted towards the vast sea outside the window.
Sehee, moving in her sleep, had sensitively stimulated a certain area, which was still burning hot, but Kyle restrained his emotions as much as possible.
Suddenly, Dave’s voice, waiting outside the door for who knows how long, could be heard.
“Sir, it’s getting too late.”
Dave’s voice, laden with worry, snapped Kyle out of his dreamy state.
Kyle’s brow furrowed, a sign of his broken reverie.
He chose not to respond.
“May I come in?”
After receiving no response from inside, Dave asked again.
Kyle remained silent even at the second query.
Unable to enter without permission, Dave had no choice but to wait outside the closed door until dawn.
The faint sound of a doorbell reached Sehee’s ears.
Barely opening her eyes due to the heavy eyelids, Sehee didn’t bother to open them again.
The doorbell rang a few more times in her hazy memory before quieting down.
When Sehee finally woke up, it was well past evening.
“Ugh.”
The headache wasn’t sharp but was oppressively heavy, causing her discomfort.
Her body felt unresponsive, heavy as soaked cotton, making even a finger twitch difficult.
Fortunately, she realized she was in her own room, 1305.
Still in yesterday’s dress.
She vaguely remembered blacking out after two glasses of vodka.
Did she pass out?
Could something have happened?
Despite trying hard, she couldn’t recall anything from last night.
It wasn’t about the vodka.
It was an unnecessary act of defiance that led to the incident.
What if she had caused a huge scene without remembering?
That sensitive man wouldn’t have let her off easily if that were the case.
Maybe he angrily threw her out of his room.
With no clear memories, Sehee worried about last night.
Should she go and ask directly?
The thought of facing the cold Kyle made her face flush with embarrassment.
First, a shower.
Sehee, feeling heavy, headed for the shower.
After the shower, she felt somewhat refreshed.
But her upset stomach was still unsettled.
Impossible to find a comforting hangover soup in such a place.
Thinking she needed to eat something, Sehee dressed casually.
Then, her room’s doorbell rang.
She tensed up.
Could it be?
“Who, who is it?”
Sehee cautiously checked who was outside.
“Sehee? Are you in there?”
It was Sungjae’s voice.
Relieved, she slowly opened the door.
Sungjae and Jungyeon, seemingly just back from a trip, were standing at the door.
“My goodness. Are you sick?”
Jungyeon, surprised at Sehee’s haggard appearance, asked.
“It’s just… maybe I had too much to drink.”
Sehee replied with an awkward smile.
“No wonder, you weren’t at breakfast or the port tour. You must have been in your room all along. Drink this, at least.”
Worried, Jungyeon handed her a beverage.
“Right. I brought some porridge that just needs hot water. I’ll prepare it quickly. Jungyeon, please take care of Sehee,” Sungjae said, remembering the food he had brought.
“No, it’s okay. I can just go out and eat something like stew,” Sehee said, waving her hands in refusal, feeling guilty.
“There’s also instant noodles. It’s surprisingly good for hangover recovery. I’ll bring something spicy. Just wait,” Sungjae reassured with a wink and quickly left.
Sehee found it hard to refuse the caring concerns of Sungjae and Jungyeon any longer.
“In a foreign land, or rather on foreign seas, we Koreans should help each other out. And Sehee, you look really unwell,” Jungyeon seriously told Sehee, who looked apologetic.
“I’m sorry for worrying you. Would you come in?” Sehee asked, covering her cheeks with her hands and stepping inside.
“Thank you. Wow! This must be a suite with a balcony. It’s different from my room. I have a balcony too, but yours seems much bigger and nicer,” Jungyeon said, stepping out onto the balcony to admire the night view.
“Really? Having a balcony is great. I’ve been enjoying the Mediterranean view too,” Sehee said, tidying up the messy bedding.
“Did you drink alone?” Jungyeon asked meaningfully, coming inside.
“Ah… well. I didn’t drink much. I’m just not good with alcohol,” Sehee replied evasively with an awkward smile.
Sungjae, having carefully packed ramen and porridge, filled a thermos with hot water and headed to Sehee’s room.
He regretted not coming earlier in the morning, thinking he could have taken care of her sooner.
Proud of his preparedness for bringing the porridge, Sungjae quickened his pace back to Sehee’s room, where he found a man standing outside her door.
Sungjae was not one to be physically intimidated easily.
But seeing the broad shoulders of this man, Sungjae involuntarily tensed up.
“What’s the matter?” Sungjae asked.
The man turned around and looked at Sungjae.
It was him.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
