“The start was forced, but when it comes to the end, we should have an opportunity as well.”
“Mr. Baek Si Heon is indeed a peculiar person.”
Ye Seul hid a small smile behind her hand.
As Si Heon glanced at her, she lowered her hand and began to fidget with her seatbelt.
Si Heon thought her actions were adorable and let out a chuckle.
Ye Seul lost herself in Si Heon’s laughter for a moment, before she turned away.
She must not lower her guard.
Besides working in the workshop, Ye Seul had another reason for supporting the marriage extension that she couldn’t reveal to Si Heon.
‘The workshop burned down last night. A real mess after they found Ms. Hye Young’s body. They say she set the fire and killed herself…… There was a fallout with Baek Song over the foreign substance case before that. It’s a conspiracy. A conspiracy.’
When the workshop caught fire, Chun Ho had contacted Ye Seul.
She was sceptical of Chun Ho’s words, thinking that a big corporation like Baek Song Group wouldn’t stoop so low to a small workshop.
She had called Aunt Hye Young just before she died. She wasn’t someone who would commit suicide.
Ye Seul wanted to know the truth about the incident.
Ye Seul, who had been away from Korea for a long time, did not have the connections to investigate the accident in three months.
If Baek Song Group really was involved, being with Baek Si Heon would make it easier to obtain information, she thought, in a rather shallow calculation.
If Baek Si Heon was as nice as his laughter suggested……, Ye Seul felt guilty doubting and deceiving him.
“We only need to walk a little from here.”
He parked the car in the parking lot of his officetel and said.
As they walked out of the parking lot, she shivered from the bonepiercing winter wind.
Si Heon draped his cashmere scarf around Ye Seul’s neck.
“It’s cold.”
He tied it a couple of times with a smile on his lips.
His laughter dissipated with the white breath.
“It’s a walking distance, so bear with it a little.”
Ye Seul nodded, showing only her eyes.
Si Heon held Ye Seul’s hand and put it in his coat pocket.
Ye Seul tried to pull her hand out of Si Heon’s pocket, but he gently held it in.
At Si Heon’s gaze, Ye Seul quietly allowed Si Heon to slip his fingers between hers.
Due to the cold, her cheeks flushed bright red. She was glad that Si Heon could not see her flushed cheeks hidden behind the scarf, and she lowered her head.
Is this really okay?
Ye Seul ignored the anxiety sweeping through her mind.
After all, it’s just for a moment.
Seven years plus three months. These three months will be but a fleeting moment in life.
“He was a man who wanted to experience marriage with me out of defiance against his father, though our fates merely brushed past each other. This didn’t necessarily have to mean anything.
The faint scent of cocoa from Si Heon’s scarf touched me.
I thought that the sweet and bitter scent matched this marriage.
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The dessert at dinner was as Si Heon said, a delicious chocolate Eau Striz, that blew away the day’s fatigue.
The sweet chocolate mixed with the bitter taste of the alcohol left a lingering taste.
While taking a shower, Ye Seul thought of a new recipe for the chocolate Eau Striz.
As Si Heon said, if the final taste was satisfying, it seemed to make you forget everything that had been difficult.
Dressed in a large tshirt and shorts as pajamas, Ye Seul wandered around after leaving the bathroom.
Where could Si Heon be?
It was strange that Si Heon wasn’t visible in the house, which was an open structure with the living room, kitchen, and bedroom.
Could he still be in the shower?
Si Heon had told Ye Seul that he would use the shower in the dressing room, giving Ye Seul the bathroom with the bathtub.
Ye Seul was thankful that they didn’t have to create an awkward scene of encountering each other in the bathroom while living together in the same house.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Aack!”
Ye Seul let out a short scream.
Si Heon, standing behind Ye Seul, leaned his head over Ye Seul’s shoulder. If she turned her head, it felt like it would touch him right away, so Ye Seul stood still.
Feeling the scent of the same body shampoo that Ye Seul uses, it really felt like they were living together in the same house.
“Sorry, were you surprised?”
Si Heon lifted his head and stepped back.
Si Heon was a bit excited that Ye Seul was in his house.
His long hair, still damp, caught her eye.
“You’ll catch a cold.”
Si Heon lightly tousled Ye Seul’s hair with the towel in his hand, absorbing the moisture.
Ye Seul felt like she had become a puppy.
She couldn’t grasp this man’s sense of distance.
Does he have this close social distance with everyone?
With her face turning red, Ye Seul pulled the towel.
“We each take care of our own business.”
Ye Seul said coldly because she didn’t want him to find out she was not immune to this kind of thing.
Si Heon raised both hands, letting out an awkward laugh.
“Seems you don’t like this.”
Ye Seul didn’t like Si Heon’s words.
Surely there must have been women who liked this kind of thing around him?
So, was that why he easily got close to women without any distance?
As if she was getting irritated for no reason, her lips pouted.”
“Shall we talk about the contract then?”
Baek Si Heon sat with his laptop and picked up his glasses.
Wearing glasses, Si Heon’s appearance exuded a different intellectual image than usual.
Si Heon lightly tapped on the sofa, signaling for her to sit next to him.
Ye Seul hesitantly sat next to Si Heon and looked at the screen.
“The principle is that the party and the party perform the duties of a married couple for the remaining three months of marriage life.”
Si Heon’s voice, reading down the contract terms, was as soft as reciting poetry.
Would she really end up sleeping in the same bed as this man?
“Isn’t the duty of a married couple, of course, to share the bed?”
At Ye Seul’s question, Si Heon burst into laughter.
“Perhaps.”
Ye Seul looked up at Si Heon’s face, feeling the heat of the man’s skin touching her arm.
Despite his sharp, coldlooking impression, he wore a consistent smile.
Unable to read his thoughts, Ye Seul blinked her eyes and waited for his next words.
“Miss Ye Seul, you’re charming enough that even I can’t guarantee.”
“Usually, those things are meant to be done with someone you love……”
His affection for Ye Seul, his overly close distance, and his skinship. Could it all be because of that?
“Mr. Baek Si Heon. Do you perhaps love me?”
Ye Seul bit her lip and stared at Si Heon’s black pupils over his glasses.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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