The mention of passing by was, of course, a lie.
However, Edga pretended not to know and extended a bouquet of flowers, saying, “It might be good for the second time.”
This was true.
The midsummer night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Suppressing the impulse to ask, Olivia spoke.
“Unfortunately, you’re the coach.”
At that moment, Russell Junior’s distinctive laughter sounded unpleasantly. Edga narrowed his eyes.
The sounds of laughter and chatter from people filled the silence between the two. The uninvited dinner seemed quite enjoyable.
“Well, let’s settle for the first time. I accept.”
Olivia reached out her arm. Edga grabbed her wrist and pulled her.
“Oops!”
Startled, Olivia exclaimed shortly.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I want to be alone with you.”
“….”
The desire to monopolize the woman arose.
Holding her hand, Edga started running towards the Bicheon riverside.
Impulsively, like a teenage boy suffering from puppy love.
The foolish act that he hadn’t done back then strangely felt romantic today, probably because of the brilliant starlight in the night sky.
She held onto the wide back of the man, wearing a black suit and holding a bouquet of red roses, as they raced through the calm night street illuminated by crimson streetlamp light.
Red petals falling in the shaking left behind a dizzying fragrance, scattering in the strong wind.
Guided by him, as Olivia looked blankly at the broad back of the man.
Because you keep doing this…
I’m confused.
My heart is pounding.
Above his jet-black hair and straight shoulders, golden starlight showered down.
Perhaps from the beginning.
From the moment I first met you on the tennis court at the Ranslotte Hotel.
Since I saw you with black hair similar to my love and wielding a racket.
Are you doing well?
Olivia tilted her head. Toward his world, somewhere beyond the twinkling stars in the night sky.
Once upon a time, toward the world where she used to live.
Grandmother had passed away. On that night when she was alone, crouched in a room with no one, he came.
It was a day with cloudy and chilly weather as if the rain would pour.
“Have you eaten?”
At that moment, the person who appeared when she thought she was left alone in the world, how could she not love him.
So, she cried her heart out. The sorrow that had built up to her throat burst out in his arms.
From that day on, he became a star in her black heart.
… Me too.
I’ll be fine.
Finally, she bid farewell to her long-time crush. It coincided with Olivia grabbing Edga’s wrist and pulling it with force.
He stood still and turned around. Unconsciously, Olivia, who had risen on her tiptoes, stretched out her arms and embraced his neck.
Their lips touched.
She slowly tasted his lips and exhaled a trembling breath.
Numerous rose petals fell to the ground. Edga pulled Olivia’s waist.
In the fragrance of fully bloomed roses, Olivia closed her eyes.
His lips were as tender, affectionate, fragrant, and warm as a summer night.
A little more.
He knew very well how to make a person infatuated.
Just a little more.
Heat entwined between their lips.
The sounds of chirping beetles echoing from the riverbank, the rhythmic sound of a pleasure boat floating on the Bicheon River, and the murmuring of water flowed faintly.
Edga’s lips slowly parted.
Olivia, who had unknowingly closed her eyes, opened them. Her legs wobbled.
Holding the man’s forearm, she took a breath. Her face gradually reddened.
Suddenly, reason returned when she saw the man’s lips sparkling in the white moonlight.
I must be crazy.
I drank too much wine. I was also elated by winning the match.
Even so.
I’m crazy.
Olivia, caught up in a poetic atmosphere and the influence of alcohol, fell into a deep state of confusion.
With bewildered eyes, she blinked and covered her face with both hands.
“… P-Please stop.”
Her thin voice was pathetic.
“Now?”
Edga looked down at the woman trapped in his arms and smiled.
“I’m not done yet.”
Not knowing what to do, Olivia, who had a blush on her face, raised her head.
Seeing the struggling woman in his arms, an irresistible thirst arose.
The woman, whose face was dyed red, urgently and hastily muttered an excuse, avoiding his gaze.
Her neatly combed hair swayed down her neck in response to her movements.
“…Y-Yes. I made a mistake. Yes, I made a mistake. I usually don’t drink much, but today, you know, it’s a special day.”
Edga smiled and pulled the arms wrapped around his slender waist.
Olivia, surprised, pushed against his chest with her hands. Such a reaction was quite adorable.
No, it was incredibly lovely.
Edga gazed at the woman who only had eyes for him.
Feelings beyond using and discarding were unnecessary.
But today is a meaningful day when the woman has perfectly proven her usefulness.
So, just for today.
It didn’t seem so bad to enjoy this moment for a while.
“It’s special today.”
Edga, who smirked, bowed his head. He swallowed his lips, enclosing her small face with his large hands.
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.”
