BOOK 1: The Heir Series; Choi Seungcheol

23: WIFE

A very deep sigh came out of Seungcheol.

What the hell has he really been doing for the past two hours and not shutting his eyes off? Well, the right question should be why was he not sleeping yet?

He could already hear the birds tweeting outside the window and the sky was turning orange, clearing up the darkness. Dawn was already coming. Yet still, he's wide awake.

He thought that he would directly fall on the bed due to exhaustion. But look at him no, he just took a nap for an hour, and now he's wide awake. He tried going back to sleep, but all he's been doing was sleeping with his eyes awake and his mind running.

Hell, he just tied the knot yesterday! What should he be feeling?

Two years ago, he abhorred marriage. He found the thought of him being tied to some woman 'forever' repugnant. There was no way he would be marrying.

Yet now, he is lying on the bed beside the woman that became her bride and whom he calls his wife.

Bride. Wife.

Good God of heaven! Even that sounds so good and appealing to him. Is he really insane? He doesn't remember hitting his head somewhere.

No, definitely not. But perhaps it was that soft lips that put a spell on him.

He groaned aloud and threw an arm above his eyes to keep the feeling and the memories at bay. It was not a safe ground to play, especially when the owner of the soft lips is inches away from his reach.

He tried to shift near the edge of the bed but decided against it. He might wake Taerin up. Honestly, he's not fond of having someone in his bed together. He has always been taking his comfort lying in his bed alone. Even during those years that he spent in the states, he always slept alone.

But tonight was something he was experiencing for the first time.

Sure he hasn't lived like a monk in his years of existence. He had a fair share of decent affairs before this marriage, but not as serious as close for him to think about marriage. To those who came and left his life, none of them shared his bed until dawn.

And now, here he was, lying sleeplessly awake beside a woman he once knew by heart.

She slowly removes his arms away from his eyes and shifted slowly to see the face of a beauty sleeping soundlessly neXt to him.

His lips pressed tightly as those lost years came racing in his mind like a cannonball before he could even take the lid to slam it down.

She faced the ceiling once again.

There. That's better.

An hour passed and sleep didn't reach him, so he decided to get out of bed. Jogging would do him good. Maybe he'd do three rounds or four to set his mind straight again.

Two hours later, he came back sweaty and hot. For a while, he forgot about the beautiful stranger lying on his bed. And that's when he knew his rounds of jogging got to the drain.

He gave up rubbing a towel on his face and headed to the shower when she stirred. And because of that, a white porcelain pair of Taerin's long legs came into his view.

What? Since when did he have a fetish for legs?

Man. He badly needs a bloody mental check.

He was about to head out when he saw something on Taerin's feet. There was a pinkish spot on it and it looked sore.

His eyes strayed to a single pair of shoes lying across the floor and his brows furrowed.

He didn't mind it at first yet those reddish blisters bugged his mind. It looked painful.