[ Ethan Liam is one of the bombs that you must avoid at all costs—perhaps the most dangerous one out there: an atomic bomb. ]
There’s this common saying among adults.
“When saying you have to eat to live, it’s not like you can just eat up someone’s visuals. You need to get to know the person. The person, I say.”
“No.”
From now on, the right way of living would just be to eat up the visuals.
That’s how she’s been living thus far, so how could she possibly live another way now?
“Reina Chantra?”
‘Ah, this phenomenal appearance… I seriously don’t know what to do.’
Though if she were to heed her first instinct, she’d kidnap him right then and there.
‘For some reason, that tantalizing Lehman couldn’t catch Ethan’s eye.’
That’s to say, Ethan was the only one in the original work that Lehman failed to capture.
‘So it’s a bit daunting, but… After seeing a face like that, I can’t just give up.’
Reina vowed to make him her fiancé no matter what. She was operating purely on lookism, but whatever. When Ethan was right in front of her, nothing else mattered anymore.
Despite the wave of emotions that came over her, Reina calmly gave a wide smile.
“Were you calling me just now?”
“Yes, Honey.”
Indifferent eyes stared down at the woman who was shouting out such absurd claims.
“There seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“That’s impossible. I’m sure of it. You look like you’re going to be my Honey.”
She uttered the lines she learned from Arene without an ounce of hesitance, and at this, Ethan’s expression cracked ever so slightly.
“…I didn’t know that spouting nonsense is one of your hobbies.”
“It’s not nonsense. The stars in the sky whispered this into my ear.”
“Then I believe there’s something wrong with the food. I’ll have to order someone to check.”
“Oh, that’s not it.”
“Then you must be drunk.”
“Us people of Chantra never get poisoned, so we don’t get drunk though?”
For a moment, a deep, unreadable gaze stared down on Reina’s face.
“Please be careful with your drug intake, if any.”
“But I’m telling you, I’m resistant to poison. Gosh, Honey.”
‘Um. Arene told me to wink right here.’
Recalling her mentor’s advice just in time, Reina audaciously closed and then opened one eye.
“Do you not like the nickname, Honey? What about Darling then?”
“…I didn’t know you had this kind of personality.”
“You’re right, I didn’t know about this about myself either. Until I met you, my destiny.”
She answered back faster than the speed of light, and he eventually let out something that was obviously ‘laughter’. In other words, Reina half-succeeded.
“But if I try to seduce him like this and he mocks or jeers at me, what do I do?”
“Milady, I am the maiden, Arene. Would I ever tell you to do something that you shouldn’t?”
“O-Of course not.”
“If he laughs, then that’s a better sign.”
“…Why?”
“Think about it. Wouldn’t it be better to elicit one reaction rather than no reaction at all?”
It’s called the ‘so ugly that you can’t help but grow attached to it’ technique.
Reina’s lips tugged up into a sensuous smile this time. Well, by her standards, it should be ‘sensuous’.
“Then, how about you accept my love?”
“So it’s true that the cause of all kinds of illnesses is liquor.”
“What do you mean illness? The only illness I have is a fever— a fever brought upon by my love for you.”