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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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I've made a mess of everything.
Her face when she said I only tolerated her, it gutted me.
The shock in her eyes when I told her I loved her, it will haunt me.
I can do this. I can push Ian away, keep that part of my life separate from this side of my life.
I can bask in her light and keep her far from the shadows of my darkness.
I can do this.
In the guest room I change into my dark jeans and pull on a light gray t-shirt, the soft fabric feels cool against my skin.
I reach for my brown leatherjacket in the closet, the familiar weight of it settling comfortably on my shoulders.
I lace up my sturdy boots, ready to take Y/n for a ride.
I wait for her in the kitchen where Mrs.Bae gives me a weary glance.
"Is everything alright?" she asks concerned.
"Yes, I was wrong, just as you suggested," I admit.
"I'm going to take her for a ride." Her eyes crinkle with a soft smile.
"That is an excellent idea."
"I need a favor."
"Anything."
"Have the staff move my belongings back into the master bedroom and then everyone has to leave." Her head rears back, her eyes blink many times before she utters,
"Leave?"
"Yes, I need time with my wife. Alone."Mrs. Bae bursts into a wide smile,
"We'll be gone before you return."
Before I can say anything more Y/n walks in wearing fitted jeans that hugs her form just right, paired with ankle boots that add a hint of height just how she likes it.
Her lightweight knit top drapes elegantly over her, with a soft texture that catches the light.
Over her arm, she carries a leatherjacket and once again I'm breathless at her beauty.
Her eyes soften when they meet mine.
"You look handsome," she mutters unsurely.
"Thank you, you look breathtaking as always," I compliment taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles enjoying the blush that creeps onto her cheeks.
She tugs at her hand, but I hold it instead, lacing her fingers with mine, she narrows her eyes playfully,
"So, what's the plan for today that required pants?"
"We're going for a ride," I grin and escort her in to the pantry—to the elevator.
