“Why do you keep making it so dangerous?”
Noah asked with intent. A faint light seeped into his blue eyes, making them appear like the glint of a bird of prey in the darkness.
“It’s been a while since we met, and we’re adults, right?”
I want to let go of my sense of reason because I want to risk something that only adults can do.
Noah, who had suddenly been grabbed by the collar, took my hand, closed his eyes, and assumed a calm expression. Perhaps it was the face of enlightenment.
“Oh, what should I do?”
Noah, who had been mumbling to himself, gazing at the ceiling, smiled at me kindly. He reached out and slowly stroked my hair, then spoke carefully.
“No more.”
"No? You don't want to? I don't understand." The obvious rejection stung, and I asked in a somewhat harsh tone.
“Do you hate me?”
“No, I like you. So I can’t.”
I paused for a moment, trying to digest his words. This man thinks differently from most people. Was it wrong to assume he'd agree unconditionally? A normal man... no, he doesn't think by normal standards.
I let out a sigh and let my hands fall limply.
“Yes, I understand.”
If that's the case, why are you acting so misunderstood? Is being handsome enough? While I was internally venting my frustration, Noah brushed back his bangs and let out a sigh.
“What if you leave me?”
“I'm leaving?”
"You get bored easily. You get tired of clothes and accessories quickly, and your taste buds are so refined that you're always leaving food behind, saying even a little is enough. If you get bored with me and leave, what am I supposed to do then?"
A man who seemed to have nothing to fear in the world looked at me with a very vulnerable and hazy face.
I get bored easily, but I'm not that kind of trash. I'm not the kind of irresponsible woman who spends one night with you and then ignores you. I may have been like that in the past, but at least I'm not like that with you.
I grabbed Noah by the back of his neck with a firm expression like a man and pulled him towards me, making eye contact.
“You don’t trust me?”
"Yes."
“How can I make you believe me?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Noah's eyelashes slowly lowered, and long shadows formed under his eyes. Something made me feel like a bad person.
What should I do with this man's whining? I feel both pity and admiration for him for suppressing his instincts for fear of tiring me out.
Perhaps he knew I'd been holding back from giving him my whole heart. He's quick-witted, after all. Since I'm not good at expressing myself and my attitude is consistently indifferent, it can't be helped.
His eyes, now transformed into his characteristic three-hundred-eye gaze, gradually became more and more depressed as he gazed down at me. Noah, who had been staring blankly at me with his eyes downcast, opened his mouth.
"As long as they protected you, it wouldn't matter who it was, right? Even if it wasn't me."
The chilling words sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly released my arm from around his neck. His words made my heart sink.
“What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”
“It could have been Lieutenant Colonel Groenendaal, it could have been the Queen, or it could have been a third party I didn’t even know.”
I was left speechless by these unexpected and realistic words.
I have a history of lying to him out of necessity. If I hadn't met Noah, I'd probably be relying on someone else right now.
I may have taken advantage of the lieutenant colonel's favor and perhaps shared some of my knowledge of modern civilization with the Queen to secure a comfortable life.
I was thrown into a strange world and put into a body I didn't know, and that body just so happened to be that of an abused kitchen maid, just waiting for the day she died.
In my original life, I was quite independent and lived well on my own, but that was because I inherited money. Here, the premise was different, and to survive, I had to use others.
Even if the target was a murderer like Mastiff.
To me, Noah is the one who has the necessary qualifications, but I have nothing and am not even of use, so apart from romantic feelings, he has nothing to miss.
That was scary. Even romantic feelings require some basic prerequisites. I worried about how I could explain it to him, and barely managed to open my mouth.
"Noah, I share your concerns. The moment you get tired of me, my life is in danger."
“That won’t happen.”
"Just as you don't know my heart and are uncertain, neither do I. We can't see the other person's heart. That's why people live with the fear of what might happen, what if."
“Diana, were you afraid, too?”
"Always."
I answered Noah's question bitterly, afraid that he would become my entire world.
My world would crumble without him. It's not just my comfortable life that would crumble, but I feel like I'd crumble emotionally.
Even if he leaves me, I'll still survive, somehow, in a mean way. Selfishly exploiting others. But I'm starting to think I don't want to live that way anymore.
A quiet silence hung between us, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
The faint laughter of people wandering the streets at night, seeking fleeting pleasures and entertainment to fill their emptiness, could be faintly heard. Through the window, the red lights of casino signs and the pure white moonlight intertwined and filtered through, suffusing Noah's face.
I reached out and gently stroked Noah's smooth cheek.
"I've always wanted one. Even just one. It's the same for everyone: not wanting to worry about someone leaving or betraying you."
My voice, conveying words I had never told anyone before, sounded distant and distant, even to me.
“I was lonely and alone. I needed something unique, too.”
I spoke as if letting out a breath I had been holding, then turned my head and looked at the wall of ignorance where dim light and shadows flickered.
I was a person who had everything in my life, yet I felt empty and hollow. I wished I had someone I could trust unconditionally.
I was so lonely that I had meaningless relationships with countless men, finding temporary solace. Unable to bear the unfulfilled void, I broke up with them soon after.
In the end, I gave up and chose the loneliness I hated so much, and I chose to accept loneliness and become alone.
So I created my own world, and came to this world to meet him. I sighed, forced out the unspoken truth, and forced a smile.
Noah placed his hand on mine, which was resting on his cheek. He looked at me with the most affectionate eyes and smiled.
"Then you want me? I'll give you everything. Even if you don't like me, I'll still be by your side."
His soft, silver-white hair tickled my forehead. He kissed my cheek gently, then continued speaking smoothly and whispered clearly.
“Give me yours, too. You were mine from the beginning.”
A languid voice settled on my ear like a hot breath. I nodded in compliance.
"Yes. I'll give you everything. We'll be each other's only, right?"
The corners of his pretty lips quirked upwards in a strange way at my polite reply. He had become a completely different person from the vulnerable one he had been before.
His crazy eyes look at me with raw, mad possessiveness that doesn't hide anything.
“Then marry me.”
“You already promised to do it, right?”
“Do it faster. I can’t wait any longer.”
“...When?”
“Next month.”
“It’s mid-March now. There’s not much time left until next month, right?”
Noah's lips curved loosely.
"You said it doesn't matter if I'm not rich anymore? I'd like to do it sooner, but we need time to prepare. Right?"
I was at a loss as to how to respond to his persistent questions, as if he were impatient. How could I possibly prepare for the wedding within that timeframe?
I looked up at him seriously, my hands clasped under my chin, with a negotiator's expression.
“Then how about May? There’s a saying, ‘May’s bride.’”
“I want to be the groom in early April.”
How could you say such a thing! I glanced at him in disbelief and turned my head away.
“I’ll do it in May.”
“I’ve waited a long time. I told you I wanted to date more.”
I wanted to meet him for 6 months to a year and then decide, but this man is no ordinary person.
I couldn't back down either. Still, it was a wedding, and I wanted to do it right. We had to decide on a honeymoon destination, get our dresses tailored, and we were already so busy! It felt like this person was taking marriage too lightly.
"I don't want to rush things too much. I won't even be able to make a wedding dress in that time, right?"
“Yes. Yes.”
The man, whose answer sounded vaguely like "yes" or "excitement," pulled away from where he had been lying on top of me and flopped down on the seat next to me. He slipped his arm into the hollow space beneath my waist, wrapping it around me and sighing.
“Then sleep well.”
"Yes..."
Noah, perhaps aware of my slightly sad voice, gave me a meaningful smile and gently cupped my cheek.
“And I plan to protect you until we get married. Isn’t that cool?”
“Are you?”
"Don't try to seduce me until we're married. The day after you succeed in seducing me will be our wedding day."
Does that mean the longer I delay marriage, the less I'll get what I want? Are you saying I need to get married to move forward?
He knew exactly what I wanted and what I was desperate for. I feel a chill down my spine, having fallen for this man's scheme again.
I felt like all my stereotypes were being dismantled, and all my life experiences and knowledge were being rebuilt. I don't know when he started playing the role of a sinister and dangerous wolf.
This beast! It's not me who's whining, "You can't do this until we're married!"
A thousand-year-old gumiho has become human. Since my arrival in this world has been unrealistic, it wouldn't be surprising if there were a gumiho or two here.
Why do I always feel so hopeless and sad? It's a bit unfair. Perhaps that's what they're aiming for. Many things drive people crazy. One is losing their words, and the other is...
This is the man.
I looked at Noah with my crazy eyes and squeezed his cheek with regret as I made a suggestion.
“Let’s do it one more time. Kiss.”
A man who seemed to have reached the realm of colorless exploration looked at me and smiled.
“Yeah, okay.”
He runs madly towards me with all his might, but stops at a reasonable distance to look at me, smiling prettily and nonchalantly.
In short, he is a person who drives others crazy with impatience and uses their regrets and desires to achieve what he wants.
Noah asked with intent. A faint light seeped into his blue eyes, making them appear like the glint of a bird of prey in the darkness.
“It’s been a while since we met, and we’re adults, right?”
I want to let go of my sense of reason because I want to risk something that only adults can do.
Noah, who had suddenly been grabbed by the collar, took my hand, closed his eyes, and assumed a calm expression. Perhaps it was the face of enlightenment.
“Oh, what should I do?”
Noah, who had been mumbling to himself, gazing at the ceiling, smiled at me kindly. He reached out and slowly stroked my hair, then spoke carefully.
“No more.”
"No? You don't want to? I don't understand." The obvious rejection stung, and I asked in a somewhat harsh tone.
“Do you hate me?”
“No, I like you. So I can’t.”
I paused for a moment, trying to digest his words. This man thinks differently from most people. Was it wrong to assume he'd agree unconditionally? A normal man... no, he doesn't think by normal standards.
I let out a sigh and let my hands fall limply.
“Yes, I understand.”
If that's the case, why are you acting so misunderstood? Is being handsome enough? While I was internally venting my frustration, Noah brushed back his bangs and let out a sigh.
“What if you leave me?”
“I'm leaving?”
"You get bored easily. You get tired of clothes and accessories quickly, and your taste buds are so refined that you're always leaving food behind, saying even a little is enough. If you get bored with me and leave, what am I supposed to do then?"
A man who seemed to have nothing to fear in the world looked at me with a very vulnerable and hazy face.
I get bored easily, but I'm not that kind of trash. I'm not the kind of irresponsible woman who spends one night with you and then ignores you. I may have been like that in the past, but at least I'm not like that with you.
I grabbed Noah by the back of his neck with a firm expression like a man and pulled him towards me, making eye contact.
“You don’t trust me?”
"Yes."
“How can I make you believe me?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Noah's eyelashes slowly lowered, and long shadows formed under his eyes. Something made me feel like a bad person.
What should I do with this man's whining? I feel both pity and admiration for him for suppressing his instincts for fear of tiring me out.
Perhaps he knew I'd been holding back from giving him my whole heart. He's quick-witted, after all. Since I'm not good at expressing myself and my attitude is consistently indifferent, it can't be helped.
His eyes, now transformed into his characteristic three-hundred-eye gaze, gradually became more and more depressed as he gazed down at me. Noah, who had been staring blankly at me with his eyes downcast, opened his mouth.
"As long as they protected you, it wouldn't matter who it was, right? Even if it wasn't me."
The chilling words sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly released my arm from around his neck. His words made my heart sink.
“What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”
“It could have been Lieutenant Colonel Groenendaal, it could have been the Queen, or it could have been a third party I didn’t even know.”
I was left speechless by these unexpected and realistic words.
I have a history of lying to him out of necessity. If I hadn't met Noah, I'd probably be relying on someone else right now.
I may have taken advantage of the lieutenant colonel's favor and perhaps shared some of my knowledge of modern civilization with the Queen to secure a comfortable life.
I was thrown into a strange world and put into a body I didn't know, and that body just so happened to be that of an abused kitchen maid, just waiting for the day she died.
In my original life, I was quite independent and lived well on my own, but that was because I inherited money. Here, the premise was different, and to survive, I had to use others.
Even if the target was a murderer like Mastiff.
To me, Noah is the one who has the necessary qualifications, but I have nothing and am not even of use, so apart from romantic feelings, he has nothing to miss.
That was scary. Even romantic feelings require some basic prerequisites. I worried about how I could explain it to him, and barely managed to open my mouth.
"Noah, I share your concerns. The moment you get tired of me, my life is in danger."
“That won’t happen.”
"Just as you don't know my heart and are uncertain, neither do I. We can't see the other person's heart. That's why people live with the fear of what might happen, what if."
“Diana, were you afraid, too?”
"Always."
I answered Noah's question bitterly, afraid that he would become my entire world.
My world would crumble without him. It's not just my comfortable life that would crumble, but I feel like I'd crumble emotionally.
Even if he leaves me, I'll still survive, somehow, in a mean way. Selfishly exploiting others. But I'm starting to think I don't want to live that way anymore.
A quiet silence hung between us, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
The faint laughter of people wandering the streets at night, seeking fleeting pleasures and entertainment to fill their emptiness, could be faintly heard. Through the window, the red lights of casino signs and the pure white moonlight intertwined and filtered through, suffusing Noah's face.
I reached out and gently stroked Noah's smooth cheek.
"I've always wanted one. Even just one. It's the same for everyone: not wanting to worry about someone leaving or betraying you."
My voice, conveying words I had never told anyone before, sounded distant and distant, even to me.
“I was lonely and alone. I needed something unique, too.”
I spoke as if letting out a breath I had been holding, then turned my head and looked at the wall of ignorance where dim light and shadows flickered.
I was a person who had everything in my life, yet I felt empty and hollow. I wished I had someone I could trust unconditionally.
I was so lonely that I had meaningless relationships with countless men, finding temporary solace. Unable to bear the unfulfilled void, I broke up with them soon after.
In the end, I gave up and chose the loneliness I hated so much, and I chose to accept loneliness and become alone.
So I created my own world, and came to this world to meet him. I sighed, forced out the unspoken truth, and forced a smile.
Noah placed his hand on mine, which was resting on his cheek. He looked at me with the most affectionate eyes and smiled.
"Then you want me? I'll give you everything. Even if you don't like me, I'll still be by your side."
His soft, silver-white hair tickled my forehead. He kissed my cheek gently, then continued speaking smoothly and whispered clearly.
“Give me yours, too. You were mine from the beginning.”
A languid voice settled on my ear like a hot breath. I nodded in compliance.
"Yes. I'll give you everything. We'll be each other's only, right?"
The corners of his pretty lips quirked upwards in a strange way at my polite reply. He had become a completely different person from the vulnerable one he had been before.
His crazy eyes look at me with raw, mad possessiveness that doesn't hide anything.
“Then marry me.”
“You already promised to do it, right?”
“Do it faster. I can’t wait any longer.”
“...When?”
“Next month.”
“It’s mid-March now. There’s not much time left until next month, right?”
Noah's lips curved loosely.
"You said it doesn't matter if I'm not rich anymore? I'd like to do it sooner, but we need time to prepare. Right?"
I was at a loss as to how to respond to his persistent questions, as if he were impatient. How could I possibly prepare for the wedding within that timeframe?
I looked up at him seriously, my hands clasped under my chin, with a negotiator's expression.
“Then how about May? There’s a saying, ‘May’s bride.’”
“I want to be the groom in early April.”
How could you say such a thing! I glanced at him in disbelief and turned my head away.
“I’ll do it in May.”
“I’ve waited a long time. I told you I wanted to date more.”
I wanted to meet him for 6 months to a year and then decide, but this man is no ordinary person.
I couldn't back down either. Still, it was a wedding, and I wanted to do it right. We had to decide on a honeymoon destination, get our dresses tailored, and we were already so busy! It felt like this person was taking marriage too lightly.
"I don't want to rush things too much. I won't even be able to make a wedding dress in that time, right?"
“Yes. Yes.”
The man, whose answer sounded vaguely like "yes" or "excitement," pulled away from where he had been lying on top of me and flopped down on the seat next to me. He slipped his arm into the hollow space beneath my waist, wrapping it around me and sighing.
“Then sleep well.”
"Yes..."
Noah, perhaps aware of my slightly sad voice, gave me a meaningful smile and gently cupped my cheek.
“And I plan to protect you until we get married. Isn’t that cool?”
“Are you?”
"Don't try to seduce me until we're married. The day after you succeed in seducing me will be our wedding day."
Does that mean the longer I delay marriage, the less I'll get what I want? Are you saying I need to get married to move forward?
He knew exactly what I wanted and what I was desperate for. I feel a chill down my spine, having fallen for this man's scheme again.
I felt like all my stereotypes were being dismantled, and all my life experiences and knowledge were being rebuilt. I don't know when he started playing the role of a sinister and dangerous wolf.
This beast! It's not me who's whining, "You can't do this until we're married!"
A thousand-year-old gumiho has become human. Since my arrival in this world has been unrealistic, it wouldn't be surprising if there were a gumiho or two here.
Why do I always feel so hopeless and sad? It's a bit unfair. Perhaps that's what they're aiming for. Many things drive people crazy. One is losing their words, and the other is...
This is the man.
I looked at Noah with my crazy eyes and squeezed his cheek with regret as I made a suggestion.
“Let’s do it one more time. Kiss.”
A man who seemed to have reached the realm of colorless exploration looked at me and smiled.
“Yeah, okay.”
He runs madly towards me with all his might, but stops at a reasonable distance to look at me, smiling prettily and nonchalantly.
In short, he is a person who drives others crazy with impatience and uses their regrets and desires to achieve what he wants.
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