“Baby, do you want to marry a bastard like this?”
“…I don’t mind. Please marry me.”
A thug with neither blood nor tears.
There was only one reason she came to a blind date with the heir of the country’s largest violent organization.
Because he had been her first love.
“I gave you a chance to run away from a guy like me. Why couldn’t you take it?”
Beom Dogeon had been the only adult who had reached out a saving hand to Seo Lee-jae, who had been lonely and destitute in childhood.
“No matter how much of a gangster bastard I am, I don’t touch a fluffy twenty-year-old kid.”
“Even if I still have baby fuzz… my body isn’t completely childish.”
How cheeky. The man gave a short laugh as he said that.
The Seo Lee-jae he met again had grown into a full-fledged woman.
It bothered him quite a bit that she was using that pure and delicate face to say that even marital relations were possible.
“…Why are you nice to me? We’re only a fake married couple.”
A three-year contract marriage.
Seo Lee-jae, a lame orphan with no one in the world.
To this perfect man, she was the most shabby wife in the world.
“I guess I spoiled you too much.”
But Lee-jae.
Dogeon muttered in a voice gone mad with obsession.
Toward the wife who dared to conquer him and then try to leave.
“If you want to run away, go ahead. I don’t know how far I’ll let your leash loose, though.”
