The Happy Ending Love Story

Lady Veronica #7

He swore that this was the first time he had come face to face with the man like this. The distance was so close that there seemed to be no problem kissing at once. The sound of his heart seemed to only overlap with the top of his chest coming into contact with it.

"What are you doing?"

Veronica could not hide her embarrassment and her eyelids trembled.

"I need my wife."

Ivan looked down and grinned mischievously at Ivan, who rolled his eyes to the side. He tilted his head and bit his earlobe. Veronica felt quite a hot breath from the rising temperature and gasped. His fingertips were tickled by an unusual touch. 

"So, how about we merge our bedrooms?"

His low tone of voice was veiled and far away like a sly fox. He, who was silently biting his ear, stuck out his tongue and licked his earlobe. The sensation he experienced for the first time in his life was lewd. Veronica was goosebumps due to the unusual touch to the point that her feathers stood up completely.

Veronica bit her lips due to her completely unexpected behavior and pushed her strong chest. But Ivan could not give up.

"Is there anything you need for me? Until now, you lived well, indifferently."

While she protested and did her best to escape, a very soft tongue pierced through the inside of her narrow ears. The sound of wet saliva sounding within a very close distance seemed to only paralyze him. Otherwise, how could his mind be as pure white as a blank sheet of paper.

"I'm not in a normal state right now."

Veronica's thick, low-pitched voice sounded too close. While Veronica didn't notice it in time, her hands had twisted the width of her skirt and started reaching inside. Veronica continuously struck him from the tickling touch of the inside of her thigh like an animal caught in a trap.

"So my wife has to help me."

"Wait!"

Struggling with a confused red face, he barely pushed her away with all his strength. Then, he neatly stood back up and grinned, as if he dared to extend a lewd touch towards her immediately. Now, he was afraid of his sneaky smile towards her.

"Let's just sleep today."

"Does that mean we'll use one room from tomorrow?"

This guy, why does he keep obsessing over us sleeping together?

Veronica realized that she was gradually being stopped. He could not understand Ivan at all. Ivan, who had lost his memory, was simply unable to imagine it harshly. To some extent, a general view of things must be shown to make some conclusions. This is more difficult than dealing with strangers who are unaware of what they do not know.

"I'll try to think about it."

The reason he could not immediately clear his words was because his heart kept pounding too fast. His ears were touched by his tongue, and the inside of his thighs were grazed by his fingertips, throbbing.

Surprisingly, since he could not calm down, he was in no right mind to try to guess his intentions deeply. Right now he just wanted to get out of this mess.

He had no more energy to deal with it more than this, and turned his body around. The sound of baritone laughter rang out directed at the back of his head. She smiled as she looked at him, who moved her legs hurriedly as if she was running away.

If it was an ordinary day, she would have done something like snapping at him and her pride would have been hurt, but such a thing was a completely useless act against her husband who had lost his memory. 

He, who had returned to his bedroom, could not even change clothes with his negligee, and collapsed on the bed with a thud. 

He has no idea what happened today. What is clear is the fact that her husband, whose funeral has been completed, is back alive and she has lost her memory.

'Somehow, my hunch is not good.'

Obtained.

His expression, which turned towards the wall, was very solemn. When looking back at the things that happened today, the more he remembered them, the more anxious he became. Veronica was intending to think of something else with all her might.

'What should I do from now on?'

When the news that he has been revived is known, he must go to his house which has been cared for and guarded by others under the pretext of illness and his funeral. Considering the fact that Ivan was one of the few dukes in the Armeta Empire, he had to convey his gratitude to the Emperor, who generously gave him support at the time he was ill.

Outside of her deepening thoughts, the night was getting late and Veronica fell asleep quickly before she realized it.

The afternoon where the afternoon had just passed.

Veronica quickly read a glimpse of the gifts stacked at the entrance of the mansion with a sigh. Many striking objects occupied the entrance of the Duke's residence to the point that it could not be counted. 

All of these gifts were sent by the nobles in the capital to Ivan who had just been revived. Although he couldn't even find a reason why he was revived, looking at the reward piling up like a mountain, it seemed like it wasn't important to others either.

Veronica instructed a servant passing by.

"Help me, move all those gifts to the warehouse."

"Aren't you going to try to open it Madam?"

"No."

Veronica replied with her usual tone of voice. If in case she was a young woman who could not see such things all her life, she would welcome a gift that would flow day after day, her eyes shining glitteringly.

But Veronica had no particular motivation as this was not the first time she had witnessed such bountiful gifts flowing like this as she was the esteemed daughter of a Marquis. To him, this scene before him was a periodic sight that he would see every year on his birthday since he was young.

As far as he was concerned, he was not particularly interested as this gift was addressed to 'Ivan Wilhem', not the 'duke couple'. Veronica would ignore the gifts and planned to return to her room, find a luxurious envelope placed at the very top of the gifts, and take it for Ivan, hesitantly. 

"Where's my husband?"

"His Majesty is in his office."

A week has passed since Ivan Wilhem woke up from the dead.

It is not even an exaggeration to say that the most chaotic time in Veronica's life was during that week.

Ivan, whose heart started beating again, completely changed his personality 180 degrees. The total change of 'as if he had died and regained consciousness' was applied to him as was the case with the definition from dictionary to words. The atmosphere of the Duke's residence, which had a gloom hanging in the air, had changed a lot lately.

Lady Veronica #8...