Anne Boleyn Grace Britt.
This despicable.
Edgar swallowed the curse words.
Tennis was a game that valued dignity and honor. With this level of scandal, it was obvious that the competition entry rights would be revoked. That too, forever.
A precarious tension lingered. Not even a breath could be heard. Everyone was just watching anxiously, wondering who would break this silence.
Who will open Pandora's box.
Edgar and Irene's eyes met. The spectators swallowed their saliva.
Will Marquis Lancelot open it, or will the princess open the door?
It was at that moment, when even watching felt suffocating in the tautly inflated air.
Suddenly, the door opened from the inside. People's necks suddenly stretched out like turtles.
"You have kept the person waiting." Princess.”
“……."The one who walked out of Pandora's box was none other than Duke Johann Leopold."
Yohan was quietly looking down at Olivia, who was sound asleep.
"They have secured Blanchett's rookie."The news delivered by the sparrow attached to Olivia was truly absurd.
Kidnapping.
He authorized intervention on subjects under surveillance in emergency situations since the Count Blanchett incident.
As a result, she ended up lying on the bed in her private room instead of room 3016.
Not only did the perpetrator kidnap my wife, but he also tried to ruin the opening party of the Leopold Hotel. With my reputation.
Dare.
Yohan pulled the tie completely loose and then reached out to pull the chair over.
In the early dawn when the light of day begins to break, my wife's sleeping face, submerged in the pale light of twilight.
It was beautiful.
The reason I was able to marry the woman I first met was probably because of that. She was beautiful.
Was it aimed at Olivia?
The quietly settled gaze slowly swept across the woman's face.
What for.
I had never looked at my wife's face while she was sleeping like this before we got married. Not even once.
I felt strange.
Yohan slowly stretched out his arm.
How much I have cried with this pretty face. How did it break?
Diane Brooke.
Behind the actions that I could not understand at all, there was that damn woman.
The turmoil caused by that fact left Yohan's feelings once again stuck in the mud. I clenched my fist and then opened it, lowering my hand.
Then, with long fingers, he carefully swept the flowing brown hair behind her ear.
Olivia wrinkled her nose. The long eyelashes fluttered and then began to move slowly.
Olivia had a dream.
It was a dream when she was herself.
I was lying in the cold room waiting for my mom to come home.
The sunlight streaming through the lattice door covered with rice paper was clear, then it turned yellow and red, and soon became dark; mother did not return.
Tears flowed down along the corners of the eyes.
It was cold, hungry, and scary. At the moment she thought it was scary, the black darkness took the shape of black gloves and attacked her.
Olivia jumped up with a bird-like scream. The field was bursting with breath. Cold sweat flowed.
"It's okay."A voice echoed in my ear. The murmurs that spilled out were heavy. The pounding that was strong has subsided.
"It's okay now." Olivia.It was not an auditory hallucination. The soothing voice that seemed to comfort me felt both familiar and unfamiliar in my ears.
Olivia lifted her head towards the direction of the sound.
My head is spinning. My vision was blurred because I was not fully conscious.
I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes. Still, the front was hazy. After blinking a couple of times, my focus gradually adjusted.
The shape that appeared dark gradually became clearer and more defined.
“!Olivia froze in place.
It seemed that I had definitely been kidnapped.
Why this man...
"No way, is it you?""No."It was so unreal that it couldn't possibly be a dream. All my senses were feeling this man so acutely.
His body scent, body temperature, breath, and soft voice.
...It's not a dream.
Above all, when I met her ash-gray eyes, even the desperate hope that it was a dream flew away.
So you are the husband of Olivia Blanchett.
She would rather faint again.
"Then why are you here?""That's a good point."Olivia, hesitating and retreating, flinched and trembled when she bumped into the headboard of the bed.
Yohan straightened his upper body, which he had bent down to tidy his hair.
"I want to ask." What on earth are you doing?The bright blue eyes that had been wandering as if exploring finally seemed to scan my appearance.
Olivia's face, urgently pulling the blanket up to her chin, was bright red with embarrassment.
It was quite an unusual reaction after living together for three years.
"Is it you?""The eyes that shot a fierce glare were not bad."
It looked better than eyes that were broken, shattered, and like glass beads. However, the gaze that looked at the unfamiliar man with suspicion was not very pleasant.
"No.""It meant that she was neither kidnapped nor stripped of her clothes."
The woman who was his wife stared at him intently as if she couldn't believe his explanation.
"Then who."Olivia cautiously asked again, wary of the man who briefly denied.
"I'm investigating."A man with soft blonde hair replied calmly.
It was the brightest golden light Olivia had ever seen. The reason why the gaze reached so far was simply because of that.
"Where is this?""My hotel."”
“…….Yohan was calm.
On the other hand, Olivia's vision went dark and her heart began to beat irregularly. It was the second most shocking incident.
Oh, a hotel.
I have become afraid to read the newspaper tomorrow morning. The only fortunate thing is that I didn't walk in confidently on my own. That was all.
"I have to go back."Olivia kicked off the blanket she had been holding onto like a lifeline and got up.
A hot summer breeze blew in through the open window.
The white curtain fluttered, and a translucent fabric stirred from the half-raised body on the bed. Yohan's gaze slowly followed that movement.
"Stay the night.""Yohan gently pressed down on my round shoulders and said.
The trembling eyes looked up at him. I was satisfied to see myself fully contained within it.
"Stay the night.""No."The simple and clear denial had no hesitation whatsoever. The clear eyes were like the sea in midwinter.
That gaze was so resolute that it felt unfamiliar, like someone I did not know.
"I have to go.""Can't I stay the night?" Let's sleep. Yohan.It was you, Olivia, who begged me to stay as I was leaving the bedroom after the relationship ended.
Now Johann Leopold was hanging on. In a petty manner.
"...the reporters are lying down.""It seemed foolish to babble about such ridiculous excuses."
"Stay the night.""The smooth voice was heavy." At the same time, their attitude was domineering and prickly.
The moment Olivia heard the word "reporters," she stopped dead in her tracks, having lowered her feet from the bed.
Olivia was a journalist who reacted sensitively. The momentum that seemed ready to burst out at any moment was dampened for that reason.
If one made a mistake, they would be caught up in an irreparable scandal.
A shameless woman who not only enjoys a secret affair with her ex-husband's rival but also spends the night with her ex-husband who visits with his fiancée.
Olivia's forehead was wrinkled messily. It was so horrifying and stimulating that just imagining it was enough.
"It will be fine if you go out the back door.""There too."Olivia bit her lip.
That would be the case. Where is the fool coming out of the main gate?
If I had my way, I would have wanted to run out right away, but dawn was too secretive a time for that.
A poor imagination is just right for branching out abundantly.
An uncomfortable silence followed. The man was still gazing at her through the dim dawn light.
It felt like I was suffocating, even though there was no force behind the gaze.
"...Anne is worried."Olivia, who had averted her gaze, broke the silence.
I'm sorry to the owner of this body, but it was fortunate that he was a husband who was indifferent to his wife.
If it weren't for that, you would have noticed it too easily. The fact that the woman in front of me is not Olivia Blanchett.
Nevertheless, I was afraid. The solid gray eyes looking down at her were suffocatingly persistent.
"I sent someone."”
“…….Olivia looked up at him.
"How did you know?""What.""...the place where I live."Olivia felt a chill run down her spine.
How does he know about the place that Edgar has kept completely secret from the media?
"No way...""The coachman told me."The man took off his outer garment and hung it over the edge of the bed, then unbuttoned his collar and replied.
The nonchalant tone, as if it were nothing serious, flowed naturally like water.
"Ah!"Olivia's eyes, which were once sharp and prickly, have become gentle.
After all the effort to save her, the woman who was his wife had been treating him as a kidnapper and a scoundrel since earlier.
"I'm sorry.""There's nothing to be sorry about.""Of course, it is true that I hired someone to conduct background research."
"Why did that person do such a thing?""It will be revealed soon."Olivia frowned.
"I will respectfully bring you here."
The signature written below was clearly in his handwriting.
Why did the groom of House McDowell have that letter? It was then that the existence of the man I had completely forgotten about came to mind.
“Edgar."As a result, his name popped out from my heart." At the same time, our eyes met. The man's gaze, directed blankly, was heavy.
“……."The metallic-colored eyes gradually narrowed beneath the thick eyebrows."
As the man, looking displeased or perhaps angry, rose to his feet, a long shadow was cast over Olivia.
Olivia instinctively pulled the blanket over her body.
He approached.
Why...
As I faced a very large and intimidating presence, my heart began to race.
Perhaps it was because the imitation I was putting on while rummaging through the memories of Olivia Blanchett was clumsy.
When the man stopped right in front of her, her mind went blank.
At that very moment, the man extended his arms and leaned forward.
Olivia held her breath without realizing it.
