He found himself missing the soft touch against his arm and his pupils naturally darkened.
“I think I’m pretty drunk.”
Feeling his gaze, Delia swallowed dryly.
She shuddered under the intensity of his sensual gaze.
She needed to escape soon.
“I’m going to sober up. I need some night air.”
At Delia’s confidently uttered words, Aaron finally withdrew his intense gaze and laughed softly.
Delia, Aaron’s captive, was still audacious.
Even while being held captive by the enemy, she didn’t hesitate to demand what she wanted.
Was she really a captive?
“Are you planning on drinking more into the night?”
“Just a bit further from here, there’s a lake. I can wash my face there, soak my feet, and sober up.”
“Do as you wish.”
Aaron answered languidly in his deep voice, preparing to stand up.
Leaving a captive alone wasn’t something that could be done, so naturally, he would go with her.
“Wait.”
Delia placed her hand on Aaron’s chest, stopping him from moving.
Aaron’s ashcolored gaze moved from her small hand on his chest, along her slender wrist and arm.
At the end of it was Delia’s face, flushed either from the alcohol or the fire.
Startled by Aaron’s gaze, Delia quickly withdrew her hand.
“Why?”
“Are you planning on coming with me? Just rest here. I can go alone.”
“Did you arrange to meet your subordinates there?”
At Aaron’s question, Delia flinched.
“It’s not like that.”
“Why are you saying such nonsense then? A captive thinking they can go somewhere alone.”
Unjustly aggrieved, Delia grumbled.
“That damned captive, captive. My name is Del.”
“I got it, Del. Let’s go together.”
At his velvety voice, so soft that it could raise goosebumps, Delia shrank back.
The sound of her name in his low, melodic voice sent chills through her entire body.
“Well, let’s go then.”
Delia forced herself to say calmly, though her voice trembled.
“But my robe is wet and it’s cold.”
Delia rubbed her damp chest.
As she loosened her robe, revealing her wet fabric, her pale skin was exposed.
“I’ll leave my robe at the command post.”
The robe she was constantly touching gave off a strong scent of alcohol.
It seemed as though her sweet body scent was also imbued in the robe.
“Can I borrow your jacket, commander?”
At Delia’s question, Aaron nodded.
His gaze remained steadfastly fixed on Delia, like the North Star.
“Of course.”
“I’ll be back quickly then.”
Desperate to escape his piercing gaze, Delia hastily stood up.
Her robe fluttered in the wind as she rose.
Delia walked towards the command post with light steps.
The wind, carrying the scent of brandy and Delia, blew towards Aaron, who was still seated.
As Delia distanced herself, the golden waves shimmered and faintly disappeared like a mirage.
Aaron touched the liquor bottle, gazing at Delia’s retreating figure.
The feel of the smooth glass bottle, reminiscent of her, lingered in his hand.
In his hand was the precarious image of her, about to escape, about to disappear, making him grip the bottle tighter.
Aaron, who had been staring with intense eyes, only moved after confirming that Delia had disappeared into the command post.
“Dyke.”
Aaron raised his hand and flicked his fingers.
Dyke, who had been waiting behind him, responded immediately.
“Yes, Commander.”
“I need to go out for a bit. Get ready.”
“Yes. I’ll arrange an escort.”
As Dyke relayed orders to the subordinates around them, Aaron was lost in thought, gazing at the light.
What was his captive thinking as she stared at that light?
The image of Delia, staring blankly at the lights as if she couldn’t hear even if called, her moist eyes, surfaced in his mind.
The blue light that could be distinctly felt even from behind the black mask.
It was a clear color, resembling a lake.
However, paradoxically, every time Aaron saw that moist gaze, he felt a terrible thirst.
Burning inside, Aaron drank the rest of his liquor.
His Adam’s apple moved following the motion of swallowing the liquor.
Even after drinking, the thirst that didn’t fade ate away at Aaron.
The sweet bodily scent resembling a flower, the soft skin felt at a brushed wrist.
Red lips that part along the touch, a sweet voice that whispers intimately.
And the blue pupils, shining clearly without a tremble.
Should I drink it?
At the sudden thought, Aaron chuckled and stoked the fire with a branch.
The flame flickered larger.
Just like her silhouette flickering with the golden waves.
That moment.
The smile of Aaron, who was watching the dancing light, disappeared.
Aaron slowly, leisurely raised his head.
Aaron’s piercing gaze reached the commander’s barrack where Delia had gone in.
A sharp light circled in Aaron’s gaze staring at the barrack.
The predatory instinct towards the prey strongly stimulated Aaron.
Nervously, Aaron threw the branch and stood up.
Aaron, who walked to the barrack in one breath with large strides, roughly brushed off the curtain at the entrance.
The familiar interior, as always, caught his eye.
A bed with a neatly spread blanket.
A cleanly arranged table.
A robe casually sprawled on the floor.
His uniform jacket hung on the chair.
And the heavy scent of alcohol and the subtle flower scent permeating in between.
Only Aaron’s captive was not there.
Whether it had gone to heaven, or extinguished into the ground.
My captive had disappeared without a trace.
From Aaron’s lips, a cold voice flowed.
“Dyke.”
“Yes. Commander.”
Dyke, who followed, gasped at the commander’s killing intent.
“Find her now.”
There was no specific command about what to find.
However, Dyke didn’t even have a single question.
He just moved his body quickly to carry out the order.
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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