In a pitch-dark basement where not a single ray of light entered, a man was bound. Seated on a chair, the restrained man had his eyes covered, and his body appeared limp, possibly still under the influence of anesthesia.
It was Gwyn.
On the opposite side of Gwyn, two mysterious men were present. One was arrogantly seated with crossed legs, and the other stood silently with an expressionless face.
The standing man slowly spoke, “Should we wake him up now?”
“Yes.”
The man seated on the chair spoke slowly, gesturing with his fingers. Upon receiving the command, the standing man immediately lifted a water bucket beside Gwyn’s leg and poured water over him.
Splash.
Ice-cold water, mixed with ice, quickly drenched Gwyn’s body.
Having just regained consciousness, Gwyn writhed in the cold chill that enveloped his body.
“Ugh…”
A moan escaped Gwyn’s parched lips.
He glanced around, but realized that his actions were futile.
‘…My eyes are covered.’
He became aware of the fact that thick fabric was tied over his eyes.
Why was he brought here in this manner?
His head was spinning from just waking up. However, fearing that he might be killed if he remained dazed, Gwyn concentrated on regaining his composure.
‘Kidnapping someone like me, who has no money…’
Gwyn cleared his mind and swiftly turned his head to grasp the situation.
His body was tightly bound, making movement nearly impossible, and his vision was blocked by black fabric.
Gwyn focused all his attention on his sense of hearing.
From a distance, he heard the faint sound of paper being flipped. They didn’t say anything to him.
‘Smells nauseatingly damp, so it’s definitely underground. Reading documents in a place like this…’
Gwyn recalled the dark basement in his mind. Then, trying to understand the situation by the sound of someone flipping papers without uttering a word, Gwyn felt a peculiar sensation.
He sensed that he was forgetting something important. At that moment,
Clatter, clatter.
A sound echoed as something fell to the floor and rolled. Gwyn was startled and looked around nervously.
Unlike the sound of paper from a distance, this clanging of metal sounded exceptionally close.
“…This is not even amusing.”
A low voice broke the silence, penetrating Gwyn’s ears.
As soon as Gwyn heard the voice, his entire body stiffened.
The voice that resonated in the underground warehouse shattered the stillness, and it was an incredibly familiar voice.
Gwyn’s lips quivered. Trying not to believe it, he bit down on his lower lip. Hoping that his expectations were wrong, he forced himself to focus and slowly opened his mouth.
“…Lord Cedric?”
The heard voice was undoubtedly Cedric’s voice. Gwyn, who had been assisting Cedric for over 30 years, couldn’t be unaware of his voice.
However, he hoped that his intuition was wrong.
Although Gwyn and Cedric had a master-servant relationship, they were close enough at times to be considered friends.
“Let him go.”
As the man’s words echoed, someone rudely grabbed Gwyn’s face and forcefully removed the coarse cloth covering his eyes.
As the cloth that had blinded his eyes vanished, Gwyn opened his eyes wide to examine the man in front of him. The blurry vision gradually became clearer.
With the appearance of the man who was previously just a silhouette, Gwyn couldn’t help but feel despair.
“Why… Why have you kidnapped me!”
The reality he so desperately wanted to deny was now right in front of him.
Under the jet-black hair, a pair of fiery eyes flickered.
It was Cedric.
He sent a resentful gaze to Gwyn, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.
The sense of betrayal wasn’t felt by Gwyn alone; Cedric, too, seemed to harbor a resentful look towards Gwyn.
Cedric, suppressing his boiling anger, glared at Gwyn.
Holding a paper in his hand, he spoke again after suppressing the rising rage.
“Abandoning me and my lineage… forming an alliance with the Serbiat family!”
A thunderous roar echoed forcefully.
Cedric walked briskly toward Gwyn. Then, he extended the paper he was holding towards the tightly bound Gwyn.
“…Gwyn, you are planning a very audacious business.”
He shook the paper, which was filled with details of a department store business discussed all day with Rose.
Gwyn, forgetting that he was bound, tried to reach out towards Cedric.
Thud!
However, losing balance, Gwyn ended up rolling on the ground with a thud.
“Ugh…”
Cedric, looking down at the fallen Gwyn, started ruthlessly tearing the paper in his hand.
Pieces of the document scattered over Gwyn’s head like snowflakes.
“Is your ambition so frivolous? To think that with your abilities, you would only run a store for empty-headed women.”
Opening what was carefully placed in my arms so recklessly.
Gwyn, forgetting that he was bound, tried to reach out towards Cedric.
Thud, thud, thud!
However, Gwyn, losing his balance, eventually ended up rolling on the ground in a rather unsightly manner.
“Ugh…….”
Cedric, staring intently at the fallen Gwyn, began to ruthlessly tear the paper in his hand.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
