“……Eun Jo.”
“…….”
Why do those eyes promise me honey?
Asking for something, pleading softly for sweet, soft lips.
Eun Jo placed her liberated hands on Jae Ha’s broad chest.
She could feel the fierce heartbeat pounding beneath the thin fabric.
It was irregular, like it belonged to her.
His large, warm hand gently glided down her smooth spine that was exposed.
His deep, black pupils held her light brown ones captive, refusing to let go.
It was time to stop hesitating and make a decision.
Was it the first time in my life that the beautiful dress became a problem?
Or perhaps it was because she had gained a reliable ally, one she had never tried before, who had gifted her the dress.
“I… haven’t done anything wrong.”
Or maybe it was by harnessing the power of those two options, accepting the offered drink with friendly gazes.
Numerous excuses crossed her mind.
Eun Jo knew the reason.
…She missed his lips.
“There’s no need for further punishment.”
It was already a painful memory that had withered away to its roots.
If even a single drop of water fell, she would come back to life.
“Exactly when did you die?” she wondered, as if coming back to life, she would grow hundreds, even thousands of thorns anew.
But tonight, it was as if nothing had happened.
As if nothing had ever occurred, just like back then.
She simply wanted the tender, passionate lips of the man.
Had there ever been a time in her life when she’d been kind to herself?
Up until now, Yoon Eun Jo had been strict parents’ obedient daughter.
“It’s just a simple kiss. That’s all.”
Kwon Jae Ha’s thumb gently brushed her small, plump lips as he softly murmured.
She waited for her permission to enjoy this moment.
“Just… simple.”
The moment Eun Jo’s hand touched Jae Ha’s cheek, their lips collided with intensity.
The jacket on Jae Ha’s shoulders fell to the floor.
Jae Ha, using his strong arms, firmly pressed their waists together, adjusting the angle of their faces for a closer connection of their lips.
Eun Jo’s back arched like a bow.
Her fingers seamlessly combed through Jae Ha’s disheveled hair.
Amidst the storm that felt like it could turn the world upside down,
they shared their own slow and sweet dance,
stretching it out.
[Mister Belmondo!!]The one who first parted their lips was Jae Ha.
Someone shouted loudly, and there was a sound of something hitting the floor.
The person who shouted was Secretary Kang, and the object lying on the marble floor was a cellphone.
And quite a few people were staring at Eun Jo and Jae Ha.
[What is this nonsense!! Seriously! My phone is completely ruined!] Bellmondo, who had bent over to pick up the phone that had fallen to the floor, expressed his displeasure as he brushed aside his long silver hair.
His hair and attire were disheveled, as if he had come from somewhere.
“I apologize. It wasn’t intentional. But filming without the other person’s consent is illegal.”
It’s unclear whether the words were directed at Bellmondo, but Secretary Kang wore a stern expression, and several cellphones discreetly disappeared at his statement.
[Hey! What’s the big deal about filming the beautiful act of lovers! This phone, which you’ve destroyed, contains a lot of precious and beautiful videos for me! What should I do about this? Oh no, it’s not turning on! Can someone please help me? I’m supposed to receive an important call, what should I do!!]
Bellmondo ranted in a mixture of English and French.
That old man was infuriating.
He picked up his fallen coat from the floor and offered it to Eunjo again, but she shook her head.
Her round, moist, and hot pupils were now calm and chilling, just as they always were.
[Mister Alexis! Falling in love isn’t a sin! I fall in love every day, every moment!]
Parisian, the relentless advocate of love sent by heaven, drew everyone’s attention with a loud voice, never feeling ashamed in his field.
[Avec modération, monsieur Belmondo. (With moderation, Mr. Belmondo.)]Jae-ha cautioned in fluent French, but Belmondo paid no heed.
Kang Secretary frowned.
The words he hoped would never come out were finally spoken by the irrepressible Belmondo.
As if it were something to celebrate.
[Don’t misunderstand. We’re just friends.]
Eun Jo, now composed, responded in English that was almost as smooth as An Ji Ho’s.
“You don’t need to address her.”
Before they knew it, Jae Ha stood like a wall between Eun Jo and the others.
[Lovely lady, no man kisses a friend like that. Your name?] [Oh, Louis! I heard you kiss not only friends but also the dogs you raise like that! Isn’t that right?]It was Min Ah who splashed cold water on Parisian’s excessive curiosity.
In response to her words, several people chuckled, and the tense atmosphere for no reason changed in an instant.
Eun Jo pushed past the people and spotted Min Ah and Sun Woo approaching hastily.
“Unni, what’s going on?”
“Are you okay, Eun Jo?”
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.”
