Timbre Of His Heart || IE Boys X Reader

The Tradition: Contractual Wife

“Contractual Wife”

Midorikawa Ryuuji x Reader

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“...I said don't touch my wife!”

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“OH. You’re the old man from before, right?” Passing by the street, you noticed the same man you’ve helped previously. In the past, he was having a hard time finding his destination and you’ve seen him so you lend him a hand. “Is something wrong?”

Carefully observing him, you’ve seen him gasping for breath. You have hunch that he was having asthma so you decided to take him to the nearest clinic on the town. The doctor took a check-up on him as soon as you two arrived.

You were also worried seeing the man on his condition. You pledged to yourself that you’ll help people in need after your grandmother died due to your negligence.

“He’s fine now. He just need to rest some more then he’ll be up sometime soon.” Thankful to the doctor, you bowed before him. Seeing your grandmother in him, you checked him. “Old man, are you fine? Does something hurt?”

“I’m fine thanks to you, young lady. You’ve saved me for the third time now.” Considering he was smiling, you smiled back. But what you found odd was what he said. From what you remember, you just helped him second time today. How strange. You had forgotten it, perhaps.

“I know I can’t thank you enough for saving me but if you’d please, I’d like to invite to a dinner with my grandson.”

You honestly don’t want to accept the invitation because of the bad hunches you feel but turning down it will maybe make the old man sad. In the end, you’ve accepted his request out of the reason you’ll be guilty if you haven’t.

SEEING the elegance of the place made your resolution changed. Instead, you now want to go home. This place doesn’t suit you at all. Too luxurious for a commoner, you could say.

The glass chandeliers are the first one to catch your eyes. It goes with the dark theme of the classy diner. The tables and chairs are also arranged in a well-designed manner. There is also a huge window on the back which you can admire the glistening snow moon, a center of attention probably.

The old man invited you must’ve a part of noble society. No middleman class can afford this lux!

As for you, you’ve just wore the most formal attire you have, thanks to your hunches. The Aqua Latin pussy bow blouse and pastel floral pencil skirt suits you. Your hair is curled into plait and you wore pastel colored stilettos to match the attire.

Well, at least you looked presentable.

“Please follow me, young lady. Midorikawa-sama’s waiting for you.” It was the receptionist who talked just now. Thanks to her, you’re saved from the brink of being suffocated by the place.

You were still dumfounded by the breath-taking place as you looked around once again. This is something you don’t see every day. Stepping a foot to a place you don’t belong really feels so nervous.

“We’re here, young lady. Please enjoy the night.” She bent a little and left.

You then noticed the old man waving at you and green-haired guy on his side. “Good evening,” you said as you immediately approached them and they also greeted you back.