The Happy Ending Love Story

Lady Veronica #6

Whether he was embarrassed or not, Ivan sat with his legs crossed and propped up his chin casually. Those jewel-like bright merciful eyes looked at him as if he was burning them. Although it looked boring, his gaze was strangely disturbing.

"I'm hungry."

It was the only word he said, staring at him fixated as if he was a delicious meal.

By all means this guy, I think he's crazy.

The stunned Veronica had no choice but to think of it that way.

Veronica could not continue speaking, and even when her hand came to a halt, she stared blankly ahead.

Ivan, who was sitting opposite him, calmly sliced with his knife, not even caring for a single thing like the attention people had on him. Dozens of white plates piled up in front of him like that.

It was an amazing thing even just by finally having to eat together. But even stranger was the amount of food. Every time she sat face to face with him, she usually rarely ate on the grounds of no appetite, but now three to four dishes had already been removed in an instant even before Veronica had almost finished her one plate.

Even if he did not have a strong memory of the past, his food was an outrageous amount of food. If Veronicu ate like that, his stomach would break, there was still food scraps. 

"Are you not full?"

Veronica, who was trying to ignore him as much as she could because she did not know what he was doing in the world, finally could not bear it and opened her mouth.

Just in time, Ivan, who was putting down his knife, looked like he was smiling silently, caressing the side of his mouth. 

"Not everything."

The indifferent answer made Veronica pity the chef who was busy working inside there. But his mind changed not long after that into a more miserable person, who faced him.

Now her husband, who was like a bully of her life, had left, so she was sure that she would not have a headache, but it was a completely unreasonable dream.

"But I think my stomach will be full to some extent because I am in the human body, but this action is useless."

Ivan muttered, clicking his tongue. Veronica, who was feeling uneasy inside and was about to sip tea, focused her ears on her rather small voice

"What did you say?"

“No, it's okay.”

Ivan curled up at the corner of his mouth again as if it was something he had said. The shape of her lips widened brightly and was very suspicious. Veronica who was looking at him narrowed her eyes. Even his behavior, which often smiled when looking at him, was strange. The top of the table, usually filled with contempt for each other, was instead filled with doubt and encouragement today. 

Although Veronica did not even eat that much, she felt like she was in a stomachache. A husband, whom she is uncomfortable eating with, who is not just any husband, but a husband who died and was revived, gives her that degree of awkwardness. 

The dinner ended and the two of them came out of the dining room and headed to the second floor. Ivan was really busy looking at his surroundings as if he was the first person to be in this place. It was such an amazing show that he didn't know if he was also counting this no-entry thing or not.

"That's right here."

Giving her help to take her around to her bedroom was not her intention. While moving her legs like a habit, still deep in thought, she realized that they were in front of her bedroom right now. Looking ahead at him like this continuously, he had no choice but to do this because once in a while he thought that he would follow him up close to his bedroom. To give her the location of her bedroom, she personally opened her bedroom door for him and, just like that, she turned around.

Veronica will turn her legs. If only he hadn't grabbed her wrist again.

"Where are you going?"

His steps came to a halt, and his body's balance headed backwards. Veronica nearly fell for a moment, but she was able to straighten out her balance immediately thanks to the man's body supporting her back firmly.

"Where am I going?"

"If we're a married couple, don't we use the same bedroom?"

Ivan frowned as if he did not understand.

Veronica had an embarrassed expression on her face because she did not know how she should explain this situation right now. If they were an ordinary married couple, maybe they would share a bedroom together like he said. But how simple a husband and wife couple Veronica and Ivan. A husband loves, not his wife, but another woman, and the wife hates such a husband, they are crooked and deviant spouses to that extent. 

Veronica had to admit it. It was very positive that her husband, who had died and regained consciousness, had lost his memory. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be stopped by her regarding such a deeply personal matter.

Veronica who was looking at him, sighed, and pulled his arm that he was holding.

"We were a married couple, but we didn't even use the same bedroom."

"Why?"

"Because we hate each other so much. To the extent that we don't want to share a room."

Not only that, she ignored the fact that she had been using separate bedrooms for many years because of Veronica's personality, and she couldn't adjust to her wishes. Although Ivan cannot remember all his memories, Veronica will still see him as a despicable husband and a very careless man. As long as his shell did not change at all, his pessimistic viewpoint about him would not change.

Ivan showed a contemplated expression at his confession. He muttered 'hmm' as his arms were crossed.

"Why? Your husband, is he stupid?”

Veronica was at a loss for words, but then she started laughing uncontrollably.

Her husband was her, but she called herself as if she was actually a different person. It made him laugh. It must have been because he had no memory of the incident. Veronica now changed her thinking, first adjusting to her behavior. 

Ivan suddenly reached out his hand to her before she even stopped laughing.

Veronica was dragged away by her hand, which wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him. He came into contact with her in the upper part of her body. Her breasts, which were covered in a dress, were pressed down by her husband's sturdy chest. Instead of the smell of smoke he usually let out, he let out a cold atmosphere that stimulated him a little.

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