Aaron tilted the brandy bottle on the table and poured into a glass.
The pumpkincolored liquid, bathed in light, sparkled seductively.
Aaron, with a glass filled with brandy, gently swirled it as he gazed at the woman.
The woman’s hair resembled the brandy contained in the glass.
“It’s a pity, but let’s leave it for now. There are things that need to be addressed first.”
With his eyes still on the woman, Aaron brought the glass to his lips.
Even as he drank, his deep silverygrey eyes were still fixed on the woman.
The brandy, into which the golden hair seemed to melt, flowed down Aaron’s lips.
The thirst lessened somewhat, but curiosity grew even more.
That rebellious look, what would it change into when tamed?
“But, before that, let’s ask this.”
Chororor.
Aaron’s voice echoed through the hut along with the sound of the liquid filling the empty glass.
“When you were secretly watching the passing military procession yesterday.”
Aaron swirled the glass gently.
There was a relaxed air at the tips of his captor’s fingers.
However, the gaze directed at the woman contained the sharp anticipation of a hunter who has not yet finished his hunt.
“What were you thinking as you watched? Enjoying the spectacle of us at your mercy? Or laughing at our foolishness?”
The woman moistened her lips as if contemplating a response.
The trembling red lips sparkled seductively in the light.
The lips, which seemed about to open, closed tightly again.
Aaron, who had been watching intently, flashed a crooked smile.
“Why? Don’t want to answer that either?”
Aaron sent the alcohol in the glass into his mouth.
He then poured more alcohol into the empty glass and held it out to the woman.
“Then, how about a drink?”
At Aaron’s words, the woman firmly closed her mouth again and turned her head.
Golden waves trembled with her head movement.
Her long eyelashes fluttered.
It was a clear expression of reluctance to engage.
“You’ll regret it if you don’t drink.”
At Aaron’s teasing words, the woman closed her eyes.
Once again, the blue light vanished.
The silence, stronger than any other, agitated Aaron.
Aaron rose from his chair, clutching the bottle of liquor tightly.
“The prisoner doesn’t behave like a prisoner. You don’t even know what situation you’re in.”
Aaron took one step at a time towards the woman, his gaze fixed on her.
Feeling the sudden dark aura, the woman opened her eyes and raised her head.
“Heup.”
She gasped for breath urgently.
The shadow of Aaron, who had unexpectedly approached, loomed over her.
The startled woman tried to retreat, but the pillar behind her blocked her.
Aaron, who had been watching the struggling bound woman, slowly bent down.
He knelt on one knee to level his eyes with hers.
When the woman tried to turn her head, Aaron grabbed her chin and pulled it towards him.
“Don’t avoid my gaze. If I can’t see your eyes, I keep remembering that moment.”
The moment she dared to toy with him and left with a smile.
The moment when she left only a blue afterimage, slipping out of his grasp, even when he was sure he had caught her.
“I keep remembering the moment you jumped off the cliff, and I feel like I’m going to go crazy.”
He couldn’t let her run away again.
He couldn’t let her disappear from his sight again.
With his gaze tenaciously chasing the woman’s eyes, as if seeking compensation for that moment, he warned her.
“Don’t drive me crazy.”
His deep ashcolored eyes, mixed with a chillingly low voice, reached the woman.
The woman realized she could no longer avoid him.
“I understand, so step back.”
With anxietyfilled eyes that trembled slightly, the woman stared back at Aaron.
Aaron removed his hand from her chin with a satisfied smile.
“You listen well. Want a drink?”
“I don’t need it.”
“You’ll regret it.”
“I’d regret it if I drink.”
“If you don’t drink, it might hurt a bit.”
The woman widened her eyes in shock.
Sure enough, when he said he would keep her alive nicely, in the end…
“Just kill me then.”
At the woman’s words, Aaron let out a small chuckle.
“Should I?”
His eyes were softly curved, but there was no laughter in his gaze at the woman.
His gaze, similar to the playful moonlight, flowed down to the woman’s neck.
“Killing isn’t hard, but…”
Her neck was thin and long, as if it would easily break if she exerted any force.
A smooth neckline that could be wrapped in one hand, a slender jaw, moist red lips, a sleek nose, and deep eyes.
Aaron, who had looked up with a gray gaze, smiled brightly again.
“Could it be? It took me so much effort to catch.”
“That’s your problem. I’d rather die than be humiliated as a prisoner. Kill me quickly.”
Ignoring the woman’s sharp words lightly, Aaron grabbed the woman’s left arm.
The woman’s eyes became more fierce in an instant.
Touching the royal body without permission.
“How dare you. Do you know who I am?”
At the woman’s powerful voice, Aaron’s smile disappeared in an instant.
“Who are you?”
The woman, realizing her mistake, closed her mouth tightly again.
The cold aura from the low voice took her breath away.
No matter what happens, you must not reveal your identity to the enemy.
The woman turned her head away from the freezing eyes.
“Why dare you say ‘dare’ to the commander?”
Despite Aaron’s question, the woman fell back into silence.
Her breath was short and her head dizzy at the low, grim voice.
“If you won’t answer, stay still. It doesn’t seem like there’s much time left.”
Aaron gripped the woman’s arm tightly and ripped off the sleeve of her clothes.
When he removed the rags that were hardened and stuck with blood, a deep red wound was exposed.
“Let go of this.”
Ignoring the resisting woman, Aaron lifted the bottle of alcohol.
He slowly poured the brandy, reminiscent of the woman’s hair, over the wound.
The liquor wet the wound on the forearm and overflowed.
The blood flowing from the reopened wound was washed away by the liquor.
“Ah.”
The woman’s eyes glaring at Aaron wavered like waves.
As the alcohol touched the wound, the pain that penetrated her body shook the woman.
The woman’s pain was directly transmitted through Aaron’s hand holding her arm.
“It’s hard to bear sober. If you had a drink, it would have been easier.”
Aaron’s eyes deepened as he checked the woman’s wound.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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