Divorce Manual

Chapter 21

Whoa, I'm tired.

It's hard to act like nothing's wrong even though I am in front of a handsome man.

"So, your business with me..."

With the intention of clearing the air, I ask again, hoping to send the problem away as fast as possible.

"I told you. I have no business."

"You really just came?"

"Mmm."

"Why?"

"Just because."

"..."

Ah.

Just because are words that can make people embarrass and nervous.

I shouldn't use it in the future unless it's a necessary moment.

It's like he has left a secret behind.

"Your Excellency."

Sighing, I hold a hand to my forehead. My mind is too tired to talk to him right now. "If it's not important, let's do it tomorrow."

"Let's do that."

"Thank you."

Now that I've heard a clear answer, doesn't he just need to leave?

"...."

What is this?

Why are you just staring at my face?

I call out to him with a look of incomprehension. "Your Excellency?"

"Yes?"

"Why..."

However, he is already sitting in my bedroom like it's his own, and watching as if he had no intention of getting up.

"......"

I couldn't understand what is going on, so I'm a bit embarrassed while I try to calm the pounding in my head.

"Are you not going?"

It's a very explicit and sincere question.

He doesn't seem to care about what I said and instead answers, "Yes." 

He then runs his hand toward the button of his shirt as if he's in his own bedroom.

"Oh, mother!"

Oh, my! Oh my god!

What are you doing?!

I thought I could take it if he just takes off his shirt without unbuttoning, but when I see him unbuttoning one by one, I was in so much shock that I cried out for my mother, while covering (half of) my eyes with my hands.

His solid chest muscles through my opened fingers—

Ah-

Has he been listening to the words in my heart this whole time?

You've been asking me if I'm going to divorced you this whole time, but I think I'm going to collapse instead.

In the midst my crisis, I do not close my fingers; I only close my eyes slightly and open them repeatedly.

"Whether to cover your eyes or not, pick one."

After he has finished unbuttoned his shirt, he walks toward the bed first before taking off his shirt.

There's no point for me to choose. Whether it's to look or to touch, I'd die either way.

However, I can't say that.