I Became The Wife of the Male Lead

Volume 2

Contents

Became My Male Protagonist's Wife Volume 2

3. The beginning of change (2)

4. Change

5. The choice is yours

6. Jackpot and Jjikbok (1)

3. The beginning of change (2)

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I didn't like alcohol much.

But when I was stressed, I drank. It's an employee feeling.

As soon as I returned to Halon's mansion from the prom, I grabbed a bottle.

"Let's drink."

Because the prince is annoying.

Of course, I couldn't ask anyone to drink with me this night, so I drank alone in my room.

There was a lot of good quality alcohol in Halon's mansion. Among them, the one I brought was fruit juice.

"Sweet."

It was delicious and I felt like I was going to get hooked if I drank it.

But since it's my room, it won't be a big deal if you fall over drunk.

Then, someone knocked on my room.

"Fiona, are you there?"

It was Sigren's voice.

I opened the door right away.

Sigren looked at me for a moment and frowned slightly.

"Did you drink?"

do you drink Now it was at the level that only the neck was shaky. I smirked.

"It starts now."

"... ... ."

It was a bit boring anyway, but it was good. It's good to have a drinking buddy.

"Come in, let's drink together after a long time."

As I pulled my wrist, Sigren opened his mouth and then closed it again. Then he quietly went inside.

I took him to the chair across from me, and I stopped.

"Why is Taiga like this?"

The shirt and tie around Sigren's neck were crumpled up.

I said in a joking tone.

"Did you hold my neck and have a fight?"

"It's similar."

"really?"

You've been grabbing me by the collar from the first day of my socialite debut. He's not like that... ... No, right?

"Who, with whom?"

When he asked the question with his eyes wide open, Sigren chuckled.

"not a big deal."

Saying that, Sigren reached out to untie his tie as if frustrated, then looked at me again.

"Fiona, I can't see well. I'm sorry, but please let me go."

Then he lowered his back slightly, as if trying to match his height. I reached out and untie his tie.

From a young age, Sigren hated anything touching his neck. Therefore, I never wore clothes that tighten around the neck or ties except when absolutely necessary.

"... ... ."

The sound of rustling, rustling the hem of his clothes, was heard particularly loudly in the quiet room.