“Don’t treat me like a war trophy. After all, I’m your husband.”
The prince from a defeated kingdom was quite arrogant for someone who’d been sold as a hostage.
I thought we could live amicably, even though it was a loveless political marriage that happened for the sake of propaganda.
Until he came to my secret pawnshop to raise money for the purpose of securing a hideout for his secret lover.
He scattered a pile of sparkling jewels in front of me, who was under a disguise.
Those were the wedding gifts I’d given him. Since it’d come to this, I’d play along for now and expose him for what he was.
I’d expose the shameless true nature that was hidden behind that pure-looking face that was as delicate as a handful of violets.
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“You don’t think your wife sees you as a man?”
“She thinks of me a young and innocent boy. She seems to think our age gap is too big.”
His words left me flustered, and I swallowed hard.
Oh my, I mean, I did think he was young, but it’s not like I wasn’t aware of him as a man……
Gosh, I wondered why it was getting hot under the collar.
“It pains me that my wife sees our relationship as one of guilt and debt when she looks at me.”
He muttered to himself, self-deprecatingly.
“I’m a man too, you know. And I’m desperately attracted to her. So much so that it’s even starting to bother me.”
