“Eric, mother seems to really like me.”

“Strange. She’s a picky person.”

“It seems I’ve captured her heart just as I’ve captured yours.”

The fact that they were getting married tomorrow was unbelievable. It was an unexpected and abrupt scenario in her head.

Doana had thought of a standard response. Eric’s mother would come, slap her, threaten her, or offer money to get her to leave.

She had thought of the typical intense drama she had seen in Korea. But that didn’t happen to Doana.

‘I was right, no matter how I think about it, I’m the protagonist of this novel.’

Otherwise, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. Doana approached Eric, humming a tune.

She sat on Eric’s lap, who was still sitting heavily.

“Aren’t you excited? We’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve done it before.”

…Really. There’s nothing he won’t say in front of the woman he’s going to marry.

His mood wasn’t the best, but she decided to let it slide just for today.

‘I’ve been married once before too.’

Of course, not in the novel, but in Korea.

‘It won’t be much different from then. After all, this novel was written by a Korean.’

Indeed, the wedding ceremony was the same. It’s just the amount of money invested that differs, the core is the same.

Entering, greeting, making vows of love, watching the celebration performance, taking pictures and eating.

It doesn’t seem like there are cameras in this world…

Doana stared at the portrait of Rosé and Eric hung prominently in the middle of the room. Rosé was wearing a wedding dress, presumably painted on their wedding day.

The hung painting looked very similar to the real people. Doana mumbled as she looked up at the painting.

“But, shouldn’t we take down that painting now? You are about to have a new husband. It’s strange to have a picture of your exwife hanging.”

At Doana’s words, Eric’s gaze rose.

He had forgotten about the painting. Looking at the portrait after a long time, he remembered his wedding day with Rosé.

Rosé, wearing a pure white dress, shyly smiling.

‘She was beautiful that day.’

Eric inadvertently frowned at the thought that passed by.

‘What am I thinking now? Beautiful? That stupid woman?’

He quickly denied his own thought.

‘I’m making pointless thoughts being lost in memories.’

Apparently, his memories were being romanticized. Eric called a servant into his room.

“Take that down.”

“Yes.”

To clean up, not to throw away. Doana asked, just in case.

“Clean up? Where to?”

“There’s a storage room for belongings.”

‘Just in case’ turned out to be ‘as expected’.

‘Why doesn’t he throw it away but keeps it in the storage?’

She didn’t understand. It seemed like the man she was about to marry still had some lingering feelings for his exwife.

“How do you keep such a big thing? Wouldn’t it be better to just burn it?”

Doana subtly leaned against Eric’s arm and whispered.

However, although she was successful in removing the portrait, it didn’t go as she wished to burn it.

“Burn it? Do you dare to burn a picture with my face in it?”

Eric’s reaction was more defiant than she thought. Doana looked at his face with the intention of calming him down.

“Oh my. That’s not what I meant.”

Facing Eric, Doana swallowed the words that were reaching her chin. Because the expression on Eric’s face, looking at her, was icy cold.

‘Burning a painting must mean something significant here.’

The sentiment of the novel and Korea was not the same. So Doana stepped back. There was no point in offending Eric’s mood for no reason.

The servant, holding the painting and noticing, looked at Eric. Eric spoke to him coldly.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you put it in the storage?”

“Yes. I understand.”

The servant bowed his head and went out of the room, lugging the huge painting.

“Cheer up. Your handsome face will get wrinkles.”

Doana playfully gave Eric a light kiss on the cheek.

“Hmm. Are you still in a bad mood? Shall I cheer you up?”

Doana seductively wrapped her arm around Eric’s neck. Then she glanced at Eric with a provocative gaze.

She pressed her lips against Eric’s body. On his forehead, nose, cheek, and then neck.

Doana, who had been perched on Eric’s leg, stood up from her spot. She sneakily pushed aside the chair where Eric was sitting and sat down on her knees.

A submissive demeanor was one of the elements Eric favored. In front of Eric, Doana knelt and fluttered her long eyelashes.

Did it have an effect? Certainly, Eric’s gaze softened more than it had initially.

If only he could take her to bed as it was…

As if a heater was lit, the room was warm. Doana and Eric exchanged hot glances without either being the first.

Then, an unobservant servant knocked on Eric’s door.

“Earl, is Doana here? A guest has arrived to take measurements for the dress she will wear tomorrow.”

Doana, who had been obediently kneeling, stood up briskly from her spot.

“Oh, the designer that my mother sent seems to have arrived early!”

Unable to hide her flushed face, Doana closed her eyes into a crescent.