Synopsis
Was a contract marriage without love the problem?
On the day of her older sister’s wedding, Yeoreum ends up caught in an accident together with her sister.
“You are Han Gyeoul. Han Yeoreum is your younger sister.”
“……”
“Your younger sister died in that accident.”
A man with an expressionless face, a sharp tone, and indifferent eyes.
There wasn’t even a trace of affection or love for her sister in his cold words.
Or so it should have been…
“Don’t act above your station.”
“……”
“Han Gyeoul, she’s my woman.”
Since when did it start?
When did that deep, possessive desire begin to fill his eyes?
And when did her heart start trembling at his every word?
