「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Haein, a selfish and spoiled rich girl, fakes a marriage with a man her father would never aprove of to ruin his remarriage plans, only to find her revenge plot backfiring in unexpected ways. 」
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Haein had anticipated many things in life. She often prided herself on being intuitive. However, commuting to work in high heels, wobbling on a crowded bus, was certainly not something she had ever envisioned. It was definitely not on her bingo list.
She struggled to get down from the bus, her irritation growing with each unsteady step. To make matters worse, just as she finally exited, Giselle stepped gracefully out of her father's luxurious car. Oblivious to the scene behind her, Haein had no idea that Giselle was gawking at her from behind.
She heard her name being called and instantly recognized the voice. Panic set in, and she was torn between fight or flight. In the end, she chose to stand immobile. Giselle, with a look of surprise on her face, quickly caught up to her.
"Haein, what are you doing here?"
She nervously giggled in response to Giselle's question, her laughter tinged with uncertainty. She ran her hands through her hair, a nervous habit when she was unsure how to respond.
As they began walking together, Giselle following closely behind, Haein struggled to come up with an explanation.
"Oh, that... heh," she stammered, trying to sound convincing. "It's a social experiment for our major. You know, to understand what people are up to nowadays."
Giselle seemed to buy the explanation, nodding in understanding. However, her playful nature couldn't resist a jab. "Is your outfit part of the social experiment too?" she teased, but stopped short when she caught a glare coming her way.
Haein's expression hardened momentarily, her eyes betraying a mix of embarrassment and irritation at being caught off guard. She quickly composed herself, forcing a smile to mask her discomfort.
During their walk, Giselle opened up to Haein, sharing details about her ex-situationships. It wasn't exactly gossip—more like Giselle confiding in Haein about her failed romantic experiences.
While Giselle was lost in thoughts about her exes, Haein's gaze wandered through the hotel entrance. It swept past the elegant décor and settled on the row of parked cars outside. Her heart sank as she recognized her father's Bentley among them.
