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Ten years as a half-wit noble daughter, and Irena had finally created a drug that would make her appear dead.
She had made up her mind. Drink it, fake her death, secretly come back to life, and leave to find her freedom.
But how on earth did things end up like this?
“Are you curious about what kind of relationship we have?”
When she nodded, her fiance tilted his head, mirroring her.
The corners of his mouth curled up sharply, and arrogant satisfaction swelled within his languidly half-lidded red eyes. Soon, the man leaned down and pressed his lips to Irena’s ear.
“Why, it’s the kind that’s clingy, deep, and intense.”
That couldn’t be right.
This was the first time they had met in four years. Exactly when did that happen?
He knew her habits inside and out, things even she herself was unaware of, and he had a way of putting people in a difficult spot with words she had never said.
“Did you just curse at me?”
“Huh? No. What, that’s ridiculous…”
“You did. You called me a sneaky, perverted bastard with nothing but filthy thoughts in his head.”
He could even read her mind.
Irena swallowed her curse words in place of a reply. The man let out a small smirk and slowly rubbed the corner of her lips.
“I did. I had sneaky, perverted thoughts.”
