“Chae, Chae Ha…”
The soft touch on her back felt unusually unfamiliar tonight.
Seol Won tried to push away Chae Ha’s chest with her aimlessly wandering hands, but it was a futile struggle.
Beneath the curtain, their bodies collapsed onto the sofa, layering over each other.
Chae Ha’s shadow loomed over her under the dim light.
Trapped within him, with nowhere to flee or hide, Seol Won was engulfed by his presence.
The cool air brushed against her exposed skin.
Chae Ha’s eyes, looking down at her, were filled with nothing but simmering desire.
Soon, he parted his lips, hovering close to Seol Won, responding to her protest.
“Why? Can’t we?”
“But this is a sofa…”
“What does it matter? It’s just you and me here.”
With a mischievous smile, Chae Ha nestled close to Seol Won’s neck and whispered softly.
Simultaneously, he discarded his shirt to the floor.
The implications of his action were so clear that Seol Won’s eyes widened.
“Here… now?”
“Our good boy gave us a rare chance tonight. Can’t waste it.”
Before a flustered Seol Won could say more, Chae Ha captured her lips.
His hand, his body, engulfed everything about Seol Won.
Overwhelmed by his intense touch, Seol Won closed her eyes.
She could no longer think of anything else.
The couple’s night, once ignited, knew no end.
Until the break of dawn, Seol Won couldn’t return to the upstairs bedroom.
Held captive by Chae Ha’s relentless pursuit, all she could do was surrender to his kisses.
Lost count of how many times she crumbled in his embrace, morning light began to seep through the curtains.
Barely opening her eyes, Seol Won looked down at Chae Ha.
He seemed to have fallen asleep for a moment, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Staring at his sweat-drenched muscles, Seol Won’s cheeks unwittingly flushed again.
It seemed unbelievable that she had been touched by these muscles all night.
Having closed such a distance with the once distant man, Kwon Chae Ha.
That’s when she noticed something.
Thanks to the bright sunlight, Seol Won saw something she hadn’t noticed before.
A distinct scar, the size of a thumbnail, was on his upper chest.
It looked like a stab or a scratch, a strange wound.
“…….”
Carefully, Seol Won reached out to touch the scar.
But as she was about to touch it, Chae Ha suddenly opened his eyes.
“Ah, can’t resist me even while I’m asleep? Still not satisfied?”
“Really! What are you talking about? It’s not like that.”
“Hmm.”
Ignoring his joke, Seol Won looked seriously at the scar again.
It seemed like an old wound, repeatedly reopened and healed.
Completely out of place on his otherwise flawless body.
Kwon Chae Ha, a man of perfection, wouldn’t have left such a thing untreated.
“What is this… What kind of scar is this?”
Unable to curb her curiosity, Seol Won asked him earnestly.
However, Chae Ha merely brushed off her question with a laugh.
“It’s nothing. Must have scratched myself.”
“…….”
A foreboding feeling lingered, but it was clear no further explanation would come from Chae Ha.
She felt a strange reluctance to know more yet felt it was better not to.
Before Seol Won had time to ponder further, Chae Ha resumed his advances.
“Since you’ve tempted me, it would be a shame to stop now.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chae Ha’s hands began exploring her skin again.
Seol Won tried to sit up, wriggling under his bold touch, but her resistance was futile.
So, she could only grumble in response.
“I never knew you were like this, Kwon Chae Ha. How could you, all night… even until morning…”
As Seol Won playfully protested, Chae Ha gently locked his fingers with hers.
With a warm smile, he kindly answered her.
“I didn’t realize it either, Min Seol Won. Before meeting you, I never knew such desires were boiling inside me.”
Their interlocked hands soon dropped beneath the sofa.
Once again, the rough sensation of the earlier scar was felt on their tightly pressed chests.
Feeling a mix of sorrow and longing, Seol Won gripped their entangled fingers more firmly, vowing never to let go.
[Star Icon]“Why would someone as important as you come here in person?”
“It’s not something to discuss over the phone, obviously. Why ask when you know?”
Annoyed, Baek Sara threw her handbag and flopped onto the leather sofa. She then spoke irritably.
“The man brother assigned, he’s just too sloppy! The recent YouTuber incident was a total failure. It ended up merely hinting at some good deed and that’s it!”
“Huh. Really? I thought I assigned one of my best men.”
“I asked for someone capable, not just someone you’re fond of! Don’t you know it’s important?”
“Sara, you really don’t seem to trust your brother.”
Baek Jae Young, lounging leisurely, sat up straight and rubbed his stubbly chin.
“But coming here to my workplace so abruptly? I’ve told you, I need to be careful to reach the CEO position.”
“So, are you thinking of backing out?”
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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