It’s Not A Childcare But A Contract Marriage

I wanted to live like the protagonist in a parenting novel.
But the reality of a wacky romance world has even patched my family with K-patches.
“I thought I was reborn into a parenting story, but it turned out to be a flop…”
Those darned flop parenting story families.
They’re trying to send me to a 40-year-old single father. As if I, who succeeded with my romance novel knowledge, would fall for that?
“Oh, forget about those flop families! Don’t they know I won’t be pushed around anymore?”
Armed with a secret weapon, I went to the duke who the flop family sees as their enemy.
“Oh heroines of contract marriage novels, lend me your strength!”
Using my experience as a romance novel reader, I proposed a contract marriage, and thankfully, it was well received… Wait, they’re being a little too accommodating? Is this the green light?
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A dry gaze, as if looking at something worthless.
Surely, what was reflected in the duke’s crimson eyes was all there was.
“I can’t take my eyes off you.”
The corners of his mouth rose in a smile that had never been drawn before.
“My bride, will you give me your hand now?”