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KIAN

Irene was back to her old self and I couldn't be happier.

Her babbling still gave me a headache but I was ready to endure it if that made her happy.

Currently, she was silent as she was busy playing some stupid games on her phone.

I read my book, leaning my back against the headboard and she used my arm as a pillow, leaning against my side.

Her hair tickled my arm and I resisted the urge to sniff it since it smelled so fucking sweet.

"Aargh!" Irene groaned, slamming her phone down on the bed. "I am not playing this stupid game again!"

She was glaring at the phone and when I looked at her, she shot me a glare too making me look back at my book.

She remained like that for a long moment before sighing loudly and picking up the phone again.

I glanced at the screen and found her playing a block puzzle game and she was not able to go past that particular level.

She scowled at the screen as she tried to solve it once more but then paused and glanced at me.

She grabbed my hand, lifted it to her phone screen and held my thumb tightly and used it to swipe on the screen.

She did it for a couple of seconds, using my thumb to solve the puzzle and in the end, she did it.

She grinned, releasing my hand and turning to me. "Aww, you are my lucky charm!"

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

I took that opportunity to bury my nose in her hair and sniff it subtly, it smelled like vanilla and wanted to keep sniffing it but she pulled back.

She cupped my cheek and placed a loud, wet kiss on my jaw. "Thank you."

She went back to playing her game but that simple kiss made me lose focus and I couldn't complete the chapter I was reading.

She soon placed her phone away and just sat there, taking my hand in hers and playing with it.

I tried to focus on reading but then something sharp pricked my hand and I glanced at her and found half of my hand inside her mouth and her eyes on me.

She was casually biting my hand as if it was a chocolate bar.

On seeing me looking, her lips stretched into a grin, her teeth still sunk inside my hand.

She loosened her teeth and I yanked my hand away, glaring at her. "You are a cannibal, aren't you?"

At that, she threw her head back, laughing loudly.

It was the first time I heard her laugh so freely and somehow that sounded so fucking good.

"Oh, yes." She snapped her teeth in my direction. "That was the only reason I married you, so I could eat you."

She brought her face closer, snapping her teeth and I placed my palm over her face and pushed her away.

That only made her laugh again but thankfully she didn't try to bite me again.

Later, when we lay down to sleep, Irene snuggled close to me, laying her head on my chest. "Ki?"

"Ki?" I frowned at the shortened version of my name.

She tilted her head up at me. "Yup. It's a nickname. Do you like it?"

"No."

"Too bad, I don't care."

I glared at her but as always, it didn't effect her and she continued to say, "So, there's this food festival going on, it started today and will go on for two weeks. I wanna go there tomorrow, will you come with me?"

Food festival? Sounded boring to me.

"If you don't, I will go with Armano, I will have fun with him." It sounded like a threat and I narrowed my eyes at her.

She grinned triumphantly. "So, will you go or not?"

When I didn't say anything, she placed a kiss on top of my heart, over the t-shirt. "Please, hubby?"

Fuck. I wanted to throw her on the bed, climb over her and--

Clearing my throat, I looked up at the ceiling. "Fine."

"Thank you!" She placed her head back on my chest and closed her eyes.

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The food festival consisted of hundreds of stalls of different types of foods, every cuisine, all spread out on an empty ground.

It was in the evening so it was decorated with fairy lights and Irene watched everything in awe.

"This is so fun, right?" She asked, smiling as she looked around.

I didn't see what was fun about it. If she wanted to have different foods, we could have gone to several restaurants but just for her sake, I nodded.

Several people seemed to share the same thought as her considering the crowd that turned up.

Someone walked past Irene, his shoulder bumping against her making her shift closer to me.

I glared at the back of his head and took a step forward, ready to strangle him but my wife tugged at my hand. "Stop."

I wanted to go after him but she dragged me away to a Korean stall and looked at their menu before ordering a plate of tteokbokki.

She turned to me, extending her palm towards me expectantly and I pulled out my wallet, handing her the cash.

She paid for it and a minute later, held a steaming plate of food, watching it excitedly and we stepped away from the stall to stand in an empty space.

"Ever since we got married, I don't have to carry my wallet anymore." She chuckled. "Maybe I should save my money buy myself a...hmm...a private jet and then roam the world!"

"I already have one."

Her eyes widened but then she nodded thoughtfully. "Why am I even surprised? Of course you do. You should take me on a honeymoon."

I raised a brow at her. A honeymoon?

She got busy with her food, spearing a piece of tteokbokki on the fork and blowing on it and then eating it.

"It's so good", she mumbled with her mouth full and stuffed another piece in.

"Try." She extended the plate towards me.

I shook my head.

She picked up a piece on it on the fork and then lifted it to my mouth. "Try it, it's good."

I opened my mouth and let her feed me.

"It's good, right?"

I nodded, chewing on it.

Her eyes were focused on my lips and she got on her tip toes, leaning closer.

What the hell? Is she going to--

Her thumb swiped over the corner of my mouth, wiping away whatever sauce that was smeared there and then she sucked that thumb into her mouth.

It was the most simple action yet all blood rushed down to my cock making me groan mentally.

Having a hard-on in public was not a good experience.

Irene continued to eat her food, unaware of what she was doing to me.

She offered me more of it but I refused so when she was done, she held my hand and dragged me to another stall.

And so it went on...

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Finally satisfied after having gone to every stall, Irene settled down on an empty bench with her box of French fries.

I took a seat beside her and watched her eat.

I didn't know that food could make someone so damn happy.

She shoved a few french fries into her mouth and stared at the left ones as if they were the love of her life.

Her head turned to me making me startle and I realised that I had been staring at her for too long.

I was about to look away when she asked, "Did you ever have a girlfriend?"

There was a slight frown on her forehead while she acted casually. If I didn't know better, I would say she sounded jealous. Quite jealous.

I shook my head.

Her frown vanished. "Oh. Like never? Why?"

"Human interactions bore me."

She finished her fries, and wiped her hands with a napkin, pouting slightly in confusion. "But you interact with me."

I sighed. "That's because I have no other choice."

Her eyes lit up and she shifted closer. "Or maybe I am special?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line, rolling my eyes. "No."

Even I knew how fucking wrong that was. She was fucking precious and I didn't even know why. I just couldn't bring myself to find flaws in her.

Her lips stretched into a wide grin, lighting up her whole face.

An indescribable emotion made my heart heavy and I resisted the urge to rub my chest.

"Hmm...let me check." Before I could stop herself, she lifted her hand and pressed her palm right over my heart.

Fuck. If possible, my heart picked a speed.

"Oh, look." She fake gasped, eyes focused on my chest. "A beating heart. It seems like I finally managed to melt the ice around it."

She was fucking bold to be touching me so freely all the time. Even Armano sometimes holds back but she takes all the advantages of being my wife.

A smile curved her lips and for a moment I was caught off guard.

I remembered how I told Dad that she was kinda ugly.

Fuck that. I couldn't take my eyes off her in that moment. It turned out, my wife was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I swallowed hard, grabbed her palm and removed it from my chest.

"You are really cute", she muttered.

I flicked her forehead. "Shut up. You are giving me a headache."

"You know what can make a headache better?"

Oh no. I knew what she was doing.

Mischief danced in her eyes. "A hug!"

Her hugs are going to be the death of me someday.

"Okay, what are the chances of me hugging you right now and you hugging me back?" She asked.

"Zero," I answered, ready to bolt out of there.

She chuckled, undeterred by my answer and hugged me anyway, her arms wrapping around my waist, face pressing against the side of my chest.

Couldn't have Dad chosen someone who wasn't her? Because she makes me do weird things, things I never thought I would do.

Like hugging her back as I placed an arm around her shoulder. At that, she relaxed against me further.

A minute later when she didn't move away, I removed my arm. "That's enough."

Pouting, she pulled back, my eyes dropping down to her lips.

Great. Now I want to kiss her. I had this urge before too but this time it was so fucking intense. More than ever.

I am losing my mind.

To distract myself, I stood up abruptly. "Do you want milkshakes?"

She nodded. "Yeah. But is it okay if I stay here? I am a bit tired."

I nodded, glad that she wasn't going to accompany me and left in the direction of the milkshake stall.

In the process of buying her a milkshake, I thought of the number of months I had left with her. Eight and a half?

The thought of it made my heart squeeze painfully.

I tried imagining a life without her. How silent it would be if she would leave--

My lips tipped down in a frown. No. She had made a fucking home in my life and imagining a life without her just didn't feel right.

It seems like I am stuck with her forever. Fuck that one-year bullshit. She is not going anywhere.

Taking her milkshake, I walked back to the bench where I left her but I found it empty.

"Irene?"

I looked around, there were fewer people now so it should have been easy to spot her but I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Irene?" I called out a bit loudly, catching the attention of people walking by.

I went closer to the bench and found her phone lying on the ground.

Something was not right.

She wouldn't leave like this, not without her phone at least.

I placed the milkshakes on the bench and grabbed her phone, looking around frantically. "Irene!"

Fuck. This can't be happening right now. Where did she go?

I had a bad feeling about this.

She didn't have any money so she could not have gone to buy anything, still, I ran around and went to every stall looking for her.

My wife was missing and I was ready to rip apart the world for her.

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