Sharing Love: Second Wife

A Proposal

The king took Vika out of the boutique. Vika's brain is still trying to digest the incident a few minutes ago. Why did he respond to the King's kiss?

"Baseless shameless!" inner Vika.

Vika lowered her head, repeatedly shaking her head quickly. If he could, he wanted to hide in the ant hole that second as well.

"You want to go home?" ask the King who must now let go of his hand.

Vika nodded slowly. His cheeks flushed again when he looked at the King even if only a glance. He got into the car, followed by the King who is now behind the wheel.

An awkward atmosphere filled the King's car. Vika tried to turn her eyes out the window. While the King repeatedly glanced at Vika. She was afraid that she was angry that she had kissed without permission.

Without feeling, they have arrived at Vika's rented house. The sky began to be orange with a white cloud clumping spoiled on its deck. Vika started to step her foot out of the car, and stopped for a moment to say goodbye.

"Sister, thank you for dropping off." Vika leaned her body into the car window.

"Yes, equally. I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay?" King smiled.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, brother." Vika waved her hand, then the King started to drive forward his car.

Vika entered the house with light steps. He cleaned up and relaxed in front of the laptop. See a favorite Korean drama accompanied by potato chips and melon juice.

"Udah, just shoot! Just shoot them! Bad people don't seem to deserve to live!" vika shouted when she saw one of the scenes in the drama.

Vika always frenzied himself commenting on the attitude of the main character who is sometimes weak. Sometimes smile because of the silly behavior of the man playing. Until finally there is a kiss scene that reminds of the events of this afternoon. Vika rubbed her own lips then smiled. A second later he shook his head.

"Ouch! What am I thinking!" Vika suhoed her own head, "Based on a perverted brain!"

"But why did King kiss me? Does he ... like me?" mumble Vika.

The woman flicked her palm in front of her face, hoping that strange thoughts about the King were carried away by the wind. Vika's face felt like it was burning. He turned off the laptop in front of him, reluctantly continuing to watch the drama.

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The next day Vika came home late. He was replying to an incoming email regarding a partnership request with the King's shop. The woman continued to work for the King, despite her own efforts. That Vika did because he liked the world of marketing, and to busy himself.

Vika stopped dancing on the laptop when she heard the door being knocked.

"Yes, come in." Vika took her eyes off the laptop.

The sturdy figure of Mahen began to enter Vika's room. He kept the door wide open, in order to find out if anyone else came to the boutique.

"Not home yet?" Mahen sat his ass up on the couch.

"No, Brother. In a moment," Vika replied with a gentle smile.

"I want to talk to you about something." The highlight of Mahen's eyes now implies seriousness.

"All right." Vika closed her laptop, then walked towards Mahen.

"What's wrong, brother? It seems serious," asked Vika while sitting next to Mahen.

Mahen is seen taking in oxygen greedily, then exhaling slowly. Her eyeballs stared gently at Vika's beautiful face. It links the fingers with the body leaning towards Vika.

"Regarding our marital status. I want us to re-refer, and start everything from scratch" Mahen pinta.

"Isn't our marriage long over?" Vika knitted her two eyebrows.

"I never looked at you, Vik." Mahen smiled slantedly.

"But the deal?" ask Vika while squinting.

"I never even remembered the deal. Vickos ... I really love you, it feels like there's an empty space in my heart without you by my side."

Mahen rested before Vika, clasped his fingers, then let out a slow sniff. The man reached into his suit pocket, took out a black box, and opened it. The diamond-studded ring looks luxurious when the box is opened.

"Marry me, I promise to make you Queen of my heart." Mahen thrust the box in front of Vika.

Getting Sweet treatment from Mahen, Vika's eyes widened and her fingers covered wide gaping lips. Slowly the woman's eyes condensed.

Without them noticing, a pair of eyes had become witnesses to the moment of the proposal. The king could no longer see the moment of Mahen's proposal. A bouquet of daisy flowers that he was carrying, crashed onto the floor. It's like his feelings at the moment.

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In a famous hotel, a wedding reception was held in luxury. Golden white decoration dominates the ballroom. The ceiling is decorated with dangling jasmine flower arrangements.

In the dressing room, Vika was waiting for her groom to pick her up. Her smile was engraved on the lips with pink lipstick, and the natural texture could not hide Vika's happy blushing cheeks.

Vika's slender body was clad in a dress with a ballgown, collared skirt model Sabrina, which was decorated with four thousand crystals. The legs of the tie wear white round toe shoes with pearl decoration.

The woman's heart was pounding so hard, repeatedly she took a breath and exhaled slowly. His feet moved swiftly knocking on the marble floor beneath him. The creaking of the waiting room door made Vika turn her head.

Nola walked towards him while holding her little daughter. His eyes widened to see the complete beauty of Vika. The young mother's steps stopped right in front of the bride.

"Vik! Holy hooch! You are so beautiful!" shouted Nola.

"Please don't make my head grow bigger, Nola." Vika rolled her eyeballs.

"Seriously! Sejutarius, even!" Nola's eyes are still wide.

"I'm nervous, Nola." Vika bit her lips while squeezing the dress.

"Law, just look later when you're dealing with your soulmate. All feelings of nervousness, worry, and anxiety will vanish with flowery hearts." Nola smiled, her eyes glaring back to the moment of her marriage.

"really?"

Nola now clasped Vika's fingers while nodding steadily. He hugged his best friend at a glance, then smiled broadly.

"I hope this is the beginning of your happiness, Vik" said Nola.

"Thank you, Nola." Vika's tears began to rush out, Nola's speech was like morning dew that soaked the barren land.

Soon the door was open. A handsome man in a golden tuxedo walked over to Vika. The man's smile expanded to see his bride look so beautiful and graceful.

"Are you ready?" The man extended his hand.

Vika nodded steadily then grabbed her hand. The two stepped out, and began to enter the reception venue. All eyes were on the happy couple.

Their steps came to a halt as Mahen stood up from his seat and approached the King. The man's eyes stared intently at him. Mahen's lips approached the King's ears.

Mahen whispered, "Remember my message .. Never make Vika regret for preferring you."

"I will never make that happen" said the King with a smile.

Mahen retreated his steps, clenched his hands, and punched slowly the chest of the King's field. Vika's new husband smiled sideways, then lowered his head.

"Congratulations, yes, Brother." Mahen smiled at a glance.

"Thank you, Brother." The king smiled revealing a row of white teeth.

"I hope you're always happy, Vik. Complain to me immediately, if my sister is naughty. I'll beat him up!" mahen exclaimed, his hands clenched in front of the King's face.

Vika just nodded while smiling gently. The two brides walked back to the temple. Flowers are blooming in the hearts of both. Their love journey has just begun. They both hope their marriage is a good start.

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Someone must be wondering, proposed Mahen, why the same marriage King, Thor? Mahen and Vika's marriage relationship is still unclear

The author will tell you in the next chapter...

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Author continues the story of Dinar and Jihyuk in My Seoul: Love Is Sweet.

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