The Happy Ending Love Story

Lady Veronica #11

Amidst their kisses, his eyes met Ivan's eyes at least a few times. And each time, he had the illusion that his red eyes seemed to be dyed with a deeper red color. The changes he witnessed reinforced his doubts and he couldn't help but ask about it.

“Hah, you know..”.

When he tried to pull away, intending to break the lips of those who had stuck to each other as if they were one, his big hand quickly placed himself behind his head. Then, she licked her swollen lips and repeatedly attacked him as if she could not help but do so. While their lips were clinging to each other, a wet voice could be heard whenever their lips parted.

"Your eye color... Why change?"

His crafty hand, which had passed through his calf, and within a short time, had caressed his inner thigh, stopped. Only after his hand stopped did he realize that his hand was on his thigh.

"What color are my eyes?"

His hand, which was clinging to his skin as if stroking him, suddenly grabbed his thigh tightly. His body, which was heating up due to the tingling hands in his body, fully received the stimulation.

He stood still, bringing his face closer to his as if he was showing it. Veronica subconsciously raised her hand and stroked the corner of her eyes. Somehow, the more time they spent connecting with each other, the more his mind became unfocused, as if he was immersed in water.

"Red color."

He caressed the delicate corner of his eyes that were as if painted with a brush, and as he muttered, his smile deepened. It was a meaningful smile where he did not know what it meant.

He removed his hand that touched around his eyes and pressed his lips against his palm.

"Dam. Should I devour you completely."

He spoke harshly as if he could not help himself anymore. He could liken it to the growl of an animal as his voice touched the edge of his ear.

Ivan took a deep breath and held his thigh, holding it in place. The more Veronica looked into her pomegranate-red and deep eyes, the more she felt the rationality in her mind crumbling like a weak sand castle. It was clear that his thigh was grasped by his hand, but his pounding heart seemed to be captured by him as well.

Ivan gently looked at him and licked his palm with his tongue. Veronica could not help the amused sensation coming from the tip of her toes and her eyes snapped. The kiss had already stopped, but strangely, his panting grew louder. 

At that moment, a knocking sound was heard.

Tap, tap.

"Mrs, are you there?"

It felt like cold water was poured over his head and the heat dissipated once the sound reached his ears. With her thoughts back on him, Veronica realized what she was doing with Ivan at the moment.

Before anyone could see them, he quickly pushed her away and suddenly stood up from her place. He quickly straightened out his disheveled state and hurriedly went outside the office. He did not have the courage to look back at Ivan, so he stubbornly looked ahead.

“A, what's up?”

Veronica's maid happened to visit the office. When the maid saw Veronica, she tilted her head.

"Concidentally, is it in the office hot? Your face is so red."

Hearing the servant's words, Veronica raised her hand and fumbled her cheek. He felt the back of his hand hotter than usual. Not because of his body temperature. His heart was racing as if he was a child caught doing bad behavior.

Veronica who was standing empty with an erratic heartbeat, noticed the waiter's gaze on her and she quickly shook her head.

"It's okay. Instead, what is your business with me?"

“Ah, Young Marquis Hazlet is coming to visit."

"Young Marquis?"

"Yes. I've escorted her to the living room for you."

Despite following his servant, who took him to the living room where the guests would wait, he could not escape the burning sensation within him.

Perhaps he had been possessed by something for a moment by her, it was an extremely mysterious matter.

More than anything, the strangest part was that whenever he thought of her jewel-like, beautiful, piercing red eyes, his body would shudder. Why did she become like this, Veronica moved her legs, trying her best to wipe away the red eyes of Ivan who was hovering aimlessly in her mind.

"Sister."

A man who looked exactly like him stood in the living room pavilion where a window fully occupied one side of the wall, overlooking the garden outside.

Verdi Hazlet's.

The head of the House of Marquis Hazlet and the only elder brother of Veronica.

"What brings you here?"

"I heard the news. Duke has regained his consciousness."

When he asked as he sat opposite her, Verdi immediately replied as if he had been waiting for this.

"Why didn't you tell me about this important matter?"

"Please forgive me. Ivan has been revived and his mind is, in many ways, not good."

Veronica had no time to write him a letter because she had handled the letters flooding the rumors spreading in the capital before she had time to tell her relatives. And since he did not try to hide it, even if he did not tell them, any stories about noble families would be found from any families connected through their social networks.

It was an obvious fact, regardless of whether he only saw Verdi coming to see him and ask him.

"How's Duke doing? Has he recovered completely from his illness?"

"His body is in good condition, but..."

He would explain it to her, but the memory of Ivan coming back to life from the grave a week ago appeared in her mind once again.

The coffins were shaking nonstop, the servants who had deathly pale skin, and Veronica, who stood dazed among them. Come to think of it, it was so strange that it was incomparable to anyone else.

"However?"

Verdi frowned at his unfinished words and urged him to continue his answer.

"He has no memory of her."

"What?"

"According to the diagnosis of the family doctor, the doctor believes it's amnesia."

Verdi was completely at a loss for words. Veronica guessed that when she first heard the diagnosis of the family doctor, her expression would not be different from her expression in particular. 

"Huh, lost her memory? How serious?"

"He doesn't know my name, and he can't even remember who he is."

At his response, Verdi calmly looked around him. Confirming that there was no one around them, he asked in a low voice. 

"What is the possibility that this is an action he made?"

Lady Veronica #12...