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He bit her plump lower lip, and a sweetness burst forth like fruit juice. That sweetness gripped Kang-joon’s heart painfully and wouldn’t let go. He shouldn’t lose his reason. He shouldn’t forget to be considerate. The slender arm wrapped around his neck slowly moved up to his head. The delicate fingers raking through his hair were terribly alluring. The thirst he was barely enduring, the thin thread of reason he clung to, snapped with his wife’s touch. A beastly growl rumbled in his throat. Kang-joon pulled away from her lips, buried his face in her slender neck, and tried to calm his pounding heart. He couldn’t let the wild horse inside him run rampant like on their first night. What Kang-joon needed now was a moment of time and space. He exhaled slowly and deeply a few times, and the raging desire seemed to subside a little. But his wife’s breath, tickling the top of his head, was unusual. Kang-joon slowly lifted his head and doubted his eyes. His wife was sound asleep, looking innocent as if nothing had just happened. While he was struggling to control his instincts to be considerate, his wife was drifting off to dreamland. You shouldn’t act so irresponsibly. After setting someone on fire, after driving someone crazy. He couldn’t bring himself to shake her awake, so Kang-joon put his lips to her ear and called out to her.
“Joo Se-hee.”
“…Mm.”
What if she hadn’t even answered? He chuckled and this time called her more gently.
“Se-hee.”
“…Mmm.”
When he called again, his wife mumbled a reply and snuggled into Kang-joon’s arms. Just like always, without any ulterior motive, seeking warmth. What was he supposed to do when she had heated his body like this, and then nestled into him like a baby bird, triggering his protective instincts?
“This isn’t fair, is it?”
Yet, Kang-joon couldn’t help but give in again. What would he gain by winning against his wife? Losing was winning, it was happiness, that was love. It was a sacred moment of realizing the true meaning of love once more. Lying on his side, Kang-joon rested his face on his arm and gazed at his sleeping wife.
“Joo Se-hee, what happened?”
Kang-joon’s low murmur was tinged with sorrow. He didn’t know much about his wife, but he knew this one thing for sure: she was not the type to lose control and fall apart like this, no matter the situation. He thought about asking her when she woke up but quickly dismissed the idea. His wife wouldn’t answer nicely if he asked.
“You’d sleep better if you washed up.”
Kang-joon wanted to shower her, but he had a feeling that if he did, he’d somehow earn her displeasure the next day.
“…What to do.”
First, Kang-joon lifted his wife in a princess carry. She wouldn’t complain if he only washed the visible areas, right? He headed to the bathroom and showered his wife while holding her in his arms. He brushed her teeth, washed her face, and cleaned every visible spot thoroughly. Fortunately, his wife listened well even in her sleep. It was a very good sleeping habit and drinking habit. When he put the showerhead down, both of them were soaked. He had no experience washing someone else. Kang-joon took off his wife’s outer clothes, changed her into a gown, and laid her on the bed. Then he changed into comfortable clothes himself and lay down on the bed. As if on cue, his wife snuggled into his embrace. With a hopeful thought, Kang-joon whispered into his wife’s ear.
“Call me honey.”
“…Honey.”
“Say ‘I love you.’“
“…I love you.”
His usually meticulous wife, when drunk, became a completely docile lamb. She was pretty drunk and pretty sleeping, but it was troublesome if even her words were pretty. He didn’t want to gently let her sleep. …Should I wake her up again? Conflicted, Kang-joon looked at his wife. Moonlight seeping through the parted curtains fell like shattered light on her small face, sparkling. His heart ached at the quiet beauty that seemed to forbid him from waking her. He couldn’t wake her. How could he wake her when she was sleeping so beautifully? He’d be a beast if he woke her. With a deep sigh, Kang-joon gently whispered into his wife’s ear.
“Good night, wife.”
It was annoying that she had fallen asleep after setting his heart ablaze, but he loved her anyway.
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Tae-ryeong blinked blankly. It was natural that she had fallen asleep resting on her husband’s arm. But why was she in a hotel room instead of their home? Why was she wearing a gown, and why was her husband undressed? Her husband always slept without a shirt, but it felt strangely odd today. However, she didn’t have the courage to pull down the sheet and check. Tae-ryeong carefully slipped out of her husband’s arms, sat up, and muttered, “My memory is gone.”
She had never had that happen before. She remembered arriving at the hotel bar and having drinks. Her last memory was finishing a bottle of whiskey and ordering more. After that, the more she tried to remember, the more her head ached. It was the first time she realized that drinking too much whiskey could give you a hangover. Yet, her gaze was drawn to her husband as if mesmerized. It was the first time she had woken up before him, and she wanted to observe him sleeping closely. The morning sunlight seeping through the curtains illuminated his sculpted physique. His body looked great in a suit, but it definitely looked even better without clothes. Tae-ryeong unconsciously reached out a hand. His broad shoulders and perfectly inverse-triangle upper body, made of sleek muscles, were close to perfection. Firm yet soft and warm.
“I’d appreciate it if you stopped touching me.”
A low, husky voice spoke, and her husband caught her wrist. His murky black eyes, half-lidded, were looking at Tae-ryeong.
“I’m a little sensitive in the morning.”
What was he sensitive about, having just woken up? Her eyes, which had unconsciously darted down and then quickly back up, vibrated intensely. Her face turned red, and her heart pounded. Tae-ryeong averted her gaze and whispered an apology, “I’m sorry. I definitely didn’t touch you with impure intentions.”
“If you’re sorry, call me again.”
“…?”
“Honey.”
Tae-ryeong looked incredulous. There’s no way I said that.
“You called me that on the phone, so I dropped everything and rushed here.”
Instead of answering, Tae-ryeong subtly checked her phone, and her eyes widened. The last outgoing call was to “Timid Roar.” Oh my god, what did I do yesterday? At Tae-ryeong’s silence, her husband questioned her with narrowed eyes, as if interrogating her.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
…Oh, a mouse hole.
“Then how much do you remember?”
No matter how hard she looked, there was no mouse hole to be found, and it was obvious that denying it would be useless. So Tae-ryeong quickly confessed, “I remember drinking. But I don’t remember you last night, Kang-joon.”
“You don’t remember me at all…”
Tae-ryeong felt somewhat wronged, but she had nothing to say, even with ten mouths, for the sin of her memory blackout. But her husband smiled strangely and slowly began to speak.
“What a shame that I’m the only one who remembers such a good thing.”
Tae-ryeong lifted her head, feeling an ambiguous meaning implied. A dark aura hung thick in her husband’s narrowed eyes. Surely not, no way. Trying to hide her overflowing unease, Tae-ryeong asked as calmly as possible, “Did anything… happen between us last night?”
Just then, her husband abruptly sat up, and the sheet covering his lower body slipped down. Gasp! Tae-ryeong let out a small scream and instinctively covered her eyes with her hand.
“You’re so sly.”
A gentle stimulus, not painful, touched her forehead, accompanied by a low voice tinged with laughter. When she gently parted her fingers, she saw her husband trying to suppress a smile. In her slightly lowered vision, she also saw the pajamas her husband was wearing. Tae-ryeong glared at Kang-joon with a fish-eyed stare. Why was he wearing pants but creating such an alluring atmosphere to confuse her? Or was her own mind becoming impure? Ugh, she didn’t know. Whenever she was with her husband, she constantly acted unlike herself. Thinking that perhaps this was her true self, Tae-ryeong resignedly said again, “Answer me.”
“No comment, for your impudence.”
Her husband smiled sweetly and replied vexingly.
“Why am I impudent, Gasp!”
This time, a real scream burst from Tae-ryeong’s lips. In an instant, her back sank into the sheets, and her husband was looking down at her.
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Despite his relaxed smile, his eyes were intensely hot, completely unlike his expression. Tae-ryeong’s heart felt as though it was heating up along with his. She moistened her dry lips with her tongue and whispered, “…Don’t look at me like that.”
It felt as if he would swallow her whole. His gaze was cruel and predatory, yet it made her want to be devoured.
“You should be grateful that I’m only looking.”
His intense gaze touched every part of her skin like a physical touch. Wherever those hot, roaring eyes landed, a warmth bloomed beneath her thin skin.
“If I don’t go shower now, I might act on the thoughts in my head.”
The moment her husband, who had given a serious warning, got off her, Tae-ryeong sprang up like a coiled spring and ran to the bathroom. Her heart was thumping as if it were broken. Her husband in the morning was dangerously sexy. He could create such an atmosphere with just his eyes. Taking off her gown in the bathroom, Tae-ryeong discovered the truth. The memory of last night, which had felt like her brain had melted from alcohol. She had been completely fooled because her husband was so sexily cunning. Nothing had happened last night. Her skin, clean as a white snowfield, and her perfectly fine body, free of any muscle aches, were proof.
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She realized it again: her husband was a meticulously prepared man. He had prepared Tae-ryeong’s clothes, underwear, and shoes, and even made a brunch reservation at the hotel restaurant. As soon as they sat at a window table, a display of beautifully colored desserts was laid out. At a glance, there seemed to be dozens of them, which was excessive for brunch.
“This restaurant is famous for its desserts. So, take your time and try each one.”
At Kang-joon’s explanation, Tae-ryeong asked, dumbfounded, “All of this?”
“Eat and gain some weight.”
It was strange. Why was her husband more obsessed with her weight than Madam Jo?
“Why are you so fixated on my weight?”
“Do you want a polite answer, or an honest answer?”
“…A polite answer.”
“Let’s say it’s because my wife is too small, thin, and delicate, and it worries me.”
Feeling like she had received an empty answer, Tae-ryeong hesitantly asked, “What’s the honest answer?”
“Because you’re too delicate to handle me.”
Even without her husband explicitly saying it, she knew the next words would be “in bed.” Tae-ryeong’s face flushed, and her heart fluttered as she lowered her gaze. The reason her husband had held back until now was absurd, yet strangely touching. She had indeed ached all over the next day. Embarrassed, she took a dessert plate. Tae-ryeong’s eyes widened as she took a bite of an adorable canelé.
“This is so delicious.”
It was crispy on the outside and sweet and moist on the inside.
“I told you it’s famous for desserts. Try something else.”
Tae-ryeong nodded and this time reached for a mango mousse cake. Just then, a blood-soaked steak, without sauce, was placed in front of Kang-joon. Tae-ryeong asked, with a faint sense of disbelief, “Is the steak seasoned?”
“Just a slight seasoning.”
Tae-ryeong also preferred lightly seasoned food over strongly flavored ones. But that was too… Her husband’s movements as he picked up his fork and knife and cut the steak were graceful and elegant. But as a piece of meat on his fork dripped blood, her face involuntarily scrunched up. His eating habits were like a “Roar” (referring to his nickname). Kang-joon slowly chewed the steak with an expression that was neither particularly pleased nor displeased.
“What’s the point of eating unseasoned food?”
“I’ve eaten like this since birth. So, seasoned food doesn’t suit my palate as much.”
Considering it, it was a healthy eating habit, so she couldn’t say anything more. Looking back, her husband hardly touched his food when he ate with Tae-ryeong. So this was the reason. A quiet meal followed. While Tae-ryeong devoured five desserts, Kang-joon devoured three steaks. She hadn’t realized it, but he was a bigger eater than he looked. And a raw meat eater at that. His 14% body fat physique wasn’t for nothing. As the fourth steak was placed in front of Kang-joon, Tae-ryeong muttered, “Instead of fattening me up, wouldn’t it be faster for you to eat less and reduce your strength?”
Kang-joon’s hand, which was cutting the fourth steak, stopped. Tae-ryeong quickly averted her gaze from his burning, intense stare.
“Wow, I didn’t know they hold weddings there too.”
At Tae-ryeong’s small exclamation, Kang-joon’s gaze also instinctively turned towards the window. A wedding was taking place in the flower garden. A bright sky, a beautiful bride in a pure white wedding dress, a groom with the happiest expression in the world. Everyone’s happiness was clearly visible. So Tae-ryeong didn’t know that she was looking at it with envious eyes without realizing it. Or that Kang-joon was staring at her intently.
“…Wedding.”
Her husband’s slow voice drew Tae-ryeong’s gaze back. His dark eyes, looking at her, were deep and serious. Why are you looking at me like that again, making my heart flutter? To Tae-ryeong, who just stared silently, Kang-joon calmly said, “Shall we do ours again?”
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