It was Kun who shared the room.
“Are you okay?”
Perhaps due to the experience of Winter expressing concern once before, she could understand the meaning behind the question.
“Of course.”
Cloé replied gracefully.
“I’m relieved if you feel refreshed.”
“…Refreshed?”
“If it’s not that kind of feeling.”
Asking if it’s refreshing when someone has died. That was a strange and peculiar question in its own way.
One person sees me as a saint, while another sees me as a crazy woman…
They probably have their own thoughts about Cloé.
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Quite assertive.”
Kun, who lightly smiled, reached out to the side table next to the bed. On the table, a bottle of wine and glasses were placed, prepared at some point.
One of the thin and light glasses he held in both hands was directed towards Cloé.
“Let’s have a drink.”
“Suddenly?”
“For my beloved who stayed up all night.”
As if saying that acting tough was useless, he playfully mocked her.
Even if she says she’s okay right away, the conversation changes as the dawn gets longer. Since she, who is full of unnecessary worries, will be restless.
At this point, Cloé also took a glass without hesitation.
“Your Majesty has been busy lately, but it seems you’re okay today.”
“It’s not to the point where I can’t comfort my lover.”
The two of them tilted their glasses on the bed. As if hesitant to spill the alcohol on the pristine white sheets, Cloé carefully sipped at the entrance.
The fragrance was incredibly sweet, but the taste was bitter. Cloé involuntarily wrinkled her brow at the taste that never became familiar no matter how many times she drank it. It se
“How could I possibly hurt Kun?”
“That day, you did well. You even scratched my back fiercely.”
The explicit words that reminded her of ‘that day’ startled Cloé. She almost dropped the glass she was holding.
“Why, why are you saying that… No, why are you suggesting such things in the first place? I…”
Cloé stuttered her words. Even though she wasn’t an adolescent girl, it made her feel embarrassed.
“Well, to help you forget, you know.”
“…”
“Cloé.”
However, for some reason, the red eyes sank deeply. The profound calmness that did not harmonize with his unique color was glimpsed.
“It seems like you’re seriously misunderstanding something.”
“…”
“I don’t pour my sincerity into childish pranks like this.”
As the incidents that tormented Cloé neatly concluded, Kun transformed frighteningly.
As if the little mice had disappeared, there seemed to be no more time for her.
‘If it’s not an imitation?’
Cloé was not given a chance to be confused by the sudden chaos.
It was not a situation where she would utter the lines of an innocent heroine that would come out in a third-rate play, asking what our relationship was.
The buttons that had been tightly closed suddenly popped out one by one on the man. Now, what dominated her field of vision was the man’s broad chest.
‘No, we are in a romantic relationship… or were we not acting?’
They hadn’t initially contracted to be in a relationship. Claiming now that it wasn’t so, what kind of change of heart was this?
Her gaze, which had been glaring at the other person, gradually blurred. The rough expression that represented her face shyly tinted.
“If you don’t like it, say so.”
It was purely because of the strange touch of the man’s hand caressing her skin.
“Even if I’m a mess, I’m not a beast cub who hunts without consent.”
“…”
“If you dislike it, then I’ll stop.”
Contrary to the intention, Kun’s words were coercive. Perhaps that was his true intention.
Of course, Cloé couldn’t resist the approaching physical intimacy. However, it wasn’t simply because of the other person’s attitude.
“… No, I don’t dislike it.”
The reason was unclear.
Could it be the rising intoxication causing this?
Her lips, barely separated, were engulfed by the rough approach of the man. The thick flesh that stirred wasn’t just inside her mouth; her mind also constantly swayed.
As her head became muddled with thrills, she was in a state of being thinly veiled.
And when the last strap of Negligée slipped into Kun’s hands.
“Ah…”
A hot night began.
“Ugh…”
Cloé’s eyes fluttered open, struck by the hot sunlight on her face.
It wasn’t yet time, she thought, struggling to open her heavy eyelids. After managing to overcome the heaviness, she got up from the bed, feeling a sharp pain in her waist as if it might break.
A maid who had been lifting the curtains in response to Cloé’s groans approached in surprise. It was Mary, one of the maids dedicated to her in the palace.
“Are you okay, Lady Cloé?”
“Well…”
She wanted to answer that she was fine, but only a dry sound filled her mouth.
Mary’s generous smile approached Cloé, who had wide-eyed rabbit-like eyes. The corners of her mouth smoothly lifted, but the slightly twisted eyes seemed oddly peculiar.
Afterward, the maid continued to assist Cloé with a strange expression on her face.
Since then, the maid continued to assist Cloé with a strange expression.
Whether Cloé twisted her waist, limped, or panicked at red marks, Mary’s eyes narrowed like thin slits.
“Her Majesty seems to cherish Lady Cloé a lot.”
“Her Majesty cherishes me?”
Immediately, she half-questioned with skepticism.
Oh, they are lovers, a natural thing. Yet acting as if it’s the first time, confusing.
“…Because Her Majesty doesn’t express it often, I sometimes got confused too.”
Cloé threw a counter-question, pretending to speak in a roundabout way.
Kun’s occasional excessive behavior confused her. His affectionate gestures occasionally displayed left Cloé suspicious.
“Perhaps if you ask everyone in the palace, they’ll give the same answer.”
“…”
“Her Majesty truly loves Lady Cloé very much.”
Since then, the maid emphasized how the emperor had changed unexpectedly and the significance of his transformation.
‘She’s so good at acting.’
‘Yeah, true. Cloé.’
‘Well, for a moment…’
‘Stop, that’s a cruel thing to say.’
‘But…!’
‘Just stay pretty.’
So, were all those annoying words and actions from yesterday also part of the act?
Compliments towards her. A kiss following the flawless white sheets.
All of those?
Thanks to the maid bringing her food, breakfast was comfortably completed.
It is said that Liam requested a meeting for the storage jar business that Cloé is working on.
Until the meeting starts, Cloé decided to rest in her room.
‘Should I write a letter?’
She thought of using the spare time to write a letter.
The recipient was not a friend, as usual, but Emperor Kun Puhidro.
‘Kun…!’
‘It would be nice to address him more affectionately. Yes, like calling your dear friend.’
‘Ku, Kuun…’
‘Yes, like that. Sounds good.’
The emperor always oddly guarded the title of a dear friend.
When approaching as a dear friend, he always showed signs of disliking that this “Kun” was surpassing the real Kun.
“To Kun.”
When writing a letter to a dear friend, no amount of polite language was enough, but now it was simple and straightforward.
‘What’s this…’
It was when Cloé, who opened the drawer, was about to put the letter in.
Cloé’s pupils unconsciously paused as she was rummaging through the contents inside.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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