Siyoon couldn’t help but find the situation absurd upon reflection.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know how to find good mechanics when my car breaks down, and I make sure they don’t mess with the parts. I’m not any different from you in that respect.”
Siyoon found Mijoo’s attempts to draw a line between them and herself almost laughable now, knowing she would eventually sign the contract in a few days.
Siyoon felt certain about his plan, or rather, his feelings for Mijoo.
“Let’s go.”
Siyoon opened the door of the SUV, looking at Mijoo. Trapped between Siyoon and the car, Mijoo’s body tensed up sensitively.
As she twisted her body, trying to get into the car without touching him, Siyoon grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back against the car. Mijoo was startled.
‘Where did I upset him?’
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
Mijoo was just being cautious not to touch him, but that action seemed to irritate Siyoon.
“Don’t even think about avoiding or running away.”
His eyes demanded an answer, trapping Mijoo. She nodded slightly.
“Don’t apologize or say sorry either.”
Mijoo didn’t understand why, but felt compelled to respond, though she couldn’t find her voice.
“And don’t do anything that would make you say those words.”
Why was he being so intimidating for no apparent reason? Frozen solid, Mijoo couldn’t answer, and Siyoon moved closer. She had no room to nod.
“Huh?”
“Yes.”
Even after getting the answer he wanted, Siyoon didn’t seem to want to move away from Mijoo.
Her eyes darted around, unsure where to look or what to do with her hands, as his face came closer to hers.
Mijoo held her breath and turned her head, and Siyoon’s lips brushed her cheek.
His hot breath settled near her ear.
“Don’t avoid me.”
‘Right.’
But isn’t it natural for a rabbit to shrink back in front of a tiger?
Mijoo couldn’t explain that her reaction was instinctive.
“I’m sorry.”
“I told you not to say sorry or do anything to make you say it.”
Feeling trapped in the tiger’s grasp, Mijoo couldn’t say or do anything.
She felt his large hand gripping her arm, and then his lips lightly brushed her neck.
His breath was rough and sharp, like a predator sensing its prey.
“I’m trying my best here.”
His low voice and harsh breath reached Mijoo. Unable to breathe and with her hair standing on end, Mijoo barely managed to reply.
“…I understand.”
She understood that he was just trying, putting effort into meeting women, putting aside his preferences.
‘Ah, understanding.’
What Siyoon wanted was not understanding but an emotional response to the intense feelings he had.
But if Mijoo needed time, Siyoon was ready to give her that space for now.
Siyoon looked down at her with heated eyes but was no longer threatening.
And for the still-tense Mijoo, he forced a small smile.
“If we stay here any longer, I might not let you go. Get in quickly.”
As Siyoon stepped back to give her room, Mijoo hurried into the passenger seat without caring whether she touched him or not.
Watching Mijoo hastily leave his embrace, Siyoon felt a strange sense of loss in his heart.
Mijoo, still breathing heavily, tried to hide her tension as she took her seat, but Siyoon bent down his tall frame to look at her inside the car.
“Why… Why?”
She couldn’t meet his eyes, not knowing which button of his she might have pressed this time.
“Belt.”
“Oh. Yes.”
Only then did Mijoo hurriedly fasten her seatbelt. She felt foolish for missing even the most basic things in front of him and for making one mistake after another, but the peculiar tension he created wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
After Mijoo fastened her seatbelt, Siyoon closed the car door and went around to the driver’s side.
When he pressed the button to start the car, unlike Mijoo’s car, it started smoothly. He then pressed the walk-in switch, creating more space in front of Mijoo.
“Sit comfortably.”
Siyoon spoke while looking at the space in front of Mijoo’s legs. Despite the plainness of his words, they felt heated to Mijoo.
When Siyoon finally withdrew his gaze, Mijoo chided herself for her wild imagination.
“Where’s your house?”
“Sunset Street, 8th Avenue.”
Hearing Mijoo’s answer, Siyoon turned on some soft music and silently pressed the accelerator.
Luxurious villages with streetlights, people out for evening jogs, and a few walking their dogs caught Mijoo’s eye.
‘Even though it was brief, why does this comfortable life here feel so familiar?’
The smooth leather seats, the quiet car gliding noiselessly.
And being with a sad man, outstanding anywhere, yet wandering because of love, felt unreal.
As she neared her home, Mijoo’s mind grew cluttered. Surely, it was she who had initiated the kiss with him.
‘He showed no reaction at first to my kiss.’
Just like the blonde woman in the embassy parking lot, she was captivated by Siyoon, but he seemed just to be observing her actions.
Regardless, showing interest without the other person’s feelings in mind is no different from violence. She had to apologize.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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