ログインWarm steam slowly filled the room.The scent of lavender spread gently… soothing.Adrian leaned back in the bathtub, his eyes closed.His body began to relax, but his mind did not.Instead, it grew even more restless.Livia’s face appeared again.Innocent, yet firm.And… nothing like what he had imagined all this time.She was supposed to be cunning.Calculating.Bold enough to trap him without hesitation.But what he had just seen—there was not a single sign of that.Only confusion.Ignorance.And an innocence that felt… far too real to be faked.Adrian slowly opened his eyes.His gaze was empty.“Or… is she pretending?”His murmur was barely audible.On the other side—Livia stood outside the bathroom.Silent.She did not dare to sit.Did not dare to move too far from where she stood.Her hands clasped together lightly, holding back the uneasiness that kept circling inside her chest.This was Adrian’s room.Every corner felt unfamiliar.Every object looked expensive… untouched.As
Livia stood in front of the large wardrobe.Her eyes remained fixed on it.In awe.The wardrobe was vast, neatly arranged with a modern design she had never even imagined before. It was completely different from the wooden wardrobe in her small room—old, slightly tilted, and with doors that had to be pulled carefully so they wouldn’t come off.She swallowed softly.“Can I try pressing it again… just to make sure the door really opens automatically?”Adrian gave a short nod.Without hesitation, Livia pressed the button again.Click.The door opened.Her eyes lit up.She moved to the next door. Pressed it again.It opened.And again.And again.Until every section of the wardrobe stood fully open.Livia clapped her hands lightly.“This is really cool!”She even gave a thumbs-up, like a child discovering a new toy.Adrian remained where he was.Watching.Silent.Hadn’t he already given permission?Livia pressed one of the buttons again.The door closed.Then opened it again.“This one is
Livia stepped into Adrian’s bedroom.Her steps halted right at the doorway.For the first time in her life, she saw a room this large—spacious, elegant, and strangely unfamiliar. The ceiling was high, a chandelier cast a soft glow, and every corner of the room looked flawless… as if it had never been touched by chaos.Livia simply stood there.Silent.Her eyes moved slowly, tracing every detail.Frozen in place.“Madam, this is Mr. Adrian’s room. And from now on, you will be sleeping here.”The maid’s voice was soft and respectful.Livia turned her head, then gave a small smile.“Thank you,” she said gently. “And from now on… you don’t have to be too formal with me. Our status is the same.”Her tone was light.Too light for someone who had just married the owner of this house.The maid paused for a moment, looking at her—almost as if trying to understand the meaning behind those words.But in the end, she only nodded politely and left the room.The door closed.Silence.Livia was alon
The wedding was over.Without celebration.Without any remaining happiness.As if everything had ended just like that—dry, cold, and hollow.Charlie now seemed much calmer after Adrian comforted her. At least, that was how she appeared on the surface.Livia stood for a moment, then prepared to leave with her husband, walking away from that place.But before her steps could truly take her away—“Livia.”The voice stopped her.She turned.Ronald stood there, looking at her.There was no happiness on Livia’s face.But neither was there any panic.She looked calm.Too calm.As if what had just happened was not something heavy enough to break her.Or perhaps—she had already learned to accept everything.“You are now married to Adrian,” Ronald said firmly. “That means you are his wife. I want you to be a good wife—obedient and follow all your husband’s commands.”Livia looked at him for a long time.“Do you think obeying like a servant… and continuing to devote yourself without ever being
The church was silent.Too silent.As if even time refused to move.Livia stood before the altar.The white gown clinging to her body looked perfect—pure, elegant, flawless.But not her heart, which was empty and hollow.In front of her, Adrian stood with an expression that did not change at all. Upright. Calm. Cold.As if the woman he was about to marry… was no one.The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze.His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room.“Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?”A brief silence followed.All eyes were on Adrian.Without hesitation.Without pause.“Yes, I do.”His voice was firm.Clear.Without the slightest tremor.The priest nodded, then turned.“Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live together in
The church was quiet.Too quiet.As if even time refused to move.Livia stood before the altar.The white gown clinging to her body looked perfect—pure, elegant, flawless.But not her heart, which was empty and hollow.In front of her, Adrian stood with an expression that did not change at all. Upright. Calm. Cold.As if the woman he was aboChapter 20ut to marry… was no one.The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze.His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room.“Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?”A brief silence followed.All eyes were on Adrian.Without hesitation.Without pause.“Yes, I do.”His voice was firm.Clear.Without the slightest tremor.The priest nodded, then turned.“Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live tog







