“I told you, I won’t drink with you, ever again.”
The prince mumbled with a shocked face.
“You’re so cold…”
I frowned mercilessly and put out my hand.
“Would you please leave?”
The prince grumbled bitterly.
“…You’re a mean one. Yeah, you must be happy with a wife. Can someone without a wife live with such sorrow?”
I brushed away the hand that was pressing on my forehead with a tired face, looking somewhere else.
“You, Prince Kevrant, will also marry soon, won’t you? For what reason social gatherings have been banned for five years. Whether it was for the soldiers, but in fact, it was because of you, Your Highness, right?”
The prince gave a bitter laugh.
“Yeah. Thanks to you, I can’t even say I’m envious even if I’m envious.”
“What are you envious of?”
“I’m envious of you, and Ryan Dalton. I should have had a fiancée, then I would have worried about whether to become Ryan Dalton or not, but this is…”
‘Ryan Dalton.’
At that moment, as if they had promised, my eyes met with Reyna’s.
Her face awkwardly turned red at words that weren’t even embarrassing, and she was the first to avoid my gaze.
After briefly watching her, I turned my gaze, looking at the prince with suspicious eyes.
“…..”
The prince was just sighing deeply, looking at the ceiling.
…What does he know and talk about?
The day I drank the royal decree, my memory was cut off.
What did I say that day?
With a sigh, the prince brushed his hair back and carried the wine bottle down in one arm.
And finally, as if giving up, he greeted Reyna.
“Excuse me, Lady. I showed you too informal a look between brothers.”
Startled, Reyna quickly lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed her waist to show her late courtesy.
“No, Your Highness the Prince.”
“Don’t take too much to heart what I just said with Aser. It was mostly a joke.”
If it was mostly a joke, then what wasn’t?
Reyna hesitated and asked.
“Then… where will Your Highness sleep?”
The prince smiled brightly.
“Oh, I can be homeless.”
“…..”
I colored up.
“Kyle.”
The prince said.
“I was supposed to owe it to Rembrandt originally, but because of someone, Rembrandt and Francis’s place is already under the surveillance of the Royal Guards. The ‘His Highness the Prince’, who is an outsider looking for a moment of freedom and rest after driving away the Royal Guards, can’t go there and sleep.”
“…..”
The prince explained in detail with a gentle attitude.
“Don’t care at all. Homelessness is something I did every day on the battlefield for five years, so I’m used to it.”
“…..”
In the end, Reyna could only look at me with a glance.
I closed my eyes as if it was terrible.
[This is the time separator]And then I found out the reason why Reyna collapsed on the first day of the improvement.
This woman… can’t drink.
[This is the time separator]The last drinking party, hardearned against the expensive siblings, ended before we even started a conversation.
It was even before we finished a bottle of wine that Kyle brought.
Holding Reyna, who fell with a glass of wine, I stood up.
“…..”
Although I felt like I was deceived by a scam couple, the prince did not urge any further.
Aser’s lady was so hot that anyone could tell she was drunk.
And looking at the moment when her body tilted, it seemed like he didn’t even know this would happen, judging by his surprised expression.
Erasing the brief surprise from his face, I carried my wife in my arms with a calm face as always.
It looked very comfortable, like he had done this often.
“Aser. Where do I sleep…?”
Aser cut off the prince who was quietly trying to follow him out of the reception room.
“You can’t be in the bedroom. Whether you sleep in the reception room or not.”
“…..”
And he added with a cold eye and a merciful smile.
“This is my private parlour. Nobody can enter without my permission, so don’t worry and please rest comfortably. It should be better than being homeless. Would you like me to bring a blanket?”
The crown prince muttered with a gloomy look.
“Thank you……”
[This is the time separator]“?”
The ‘VIP guest house’ suddenly provided to Rembrandt’s party was occupied by the captain of the royal guard and his knights.
The butler and the handsome footmen greeted them politely.
“Please make yourself at home.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
[This is the time separator]Arthur carefully laid Reyna on the bed.
He sighed and pulled a sheet over her body.
“…If you can’t handle your liquor, you should say so.”
“……”
Reyna wasn’t completely asleep.
She just looked at him with her flushed face and giggled.
“Lady… you’re good at drinking……”
“……”
“So I’m also……”
Arthur gently chuckled, moving the disheveled hair from her face with his fingertips.
Burying her face into the cool sheets as if it felt nice, her halfopen eyes looked at him.
After scratching her cheek with the pulledup sheet, she quietly blinked her drunken eyes at him.
“……”
…She was defenseless.
“……”
Her uncomfortably worn dress caught his eye.
Arthur hesitated for a moment, then finally bent over her.
“……Let me help you for a moment.”
Whispering, he lifted Reyna’s arm, wound it around his neck, then slid his hand behind her waist and gently lifted her.
The lifted Reyna’s body leaned towards Arthur with a wobble.
…It seems like I just need to loosen the tie at her waist and back.
He made her lean on him for a moment.
In order to make her comfortable, at least by loosening her clothes if not taking them off.
While leaning Reyna against himself, Arthur moved his hand behind her back.
“Arthur.”
Reyna leaned on his neck and giggled softly.
“……”
The hand that was reaching behind her stopped.
“Arthur……”
Her murmuring voice vibrating against his throat made his body shiver.
Arthur stiffened slightly.
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
