All Chapters of Love Beyond Contact (English Version): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

★ Denver’s POV ★This time… it feels real. And I never want to lose this feeling.The ride back to the condo was quiet, but not the awkward kind of silence we used to share. This one felt different—soft, warm, light. Like our hearts were still glowing from everything that just happened. Sienna sat beside me with her eyes closed, but the smile on her lips hadn’t faded since she said “yes.”I couldn’t stop glancing at her while driving. It still hadn’t sunk in completely—she agreed. She said yes. She wanted this marriage to be real, just like I did.“You look like you’re smiling too much,” she suddenly said, still with her eyes closed but her voice calm and amused.“More than you’ll ever know,” I replied.She didn’t say anything after that. Instead, her grip on my hand tightened—and that was more than enough for me.—When we got back to the condo, we didn’t waste time. We were both exhausted, but there was something different in the air—something light and full of unspoken joy. We chan

The entire hall fell into a hushed stillness, and with it came the thudding nerves in my chest. I didn’t understand why I felt so anxious. Everyone was standing at their respective positions. The lights dimmed slightly, casting a soft glow, while the spotlight focused on the grand entrance of the venue hall. Then, slowly, the iconic sound of Canon in D played on strings — the bridal march of almost every wedding scene in Korean dramas. And in that exact moment, the doors opened. There she was. Hana. I stopped breathing. The Hana. The superstar. Multi-awarded actress. The face of my favorite dramas. And now, dressed in an elegant white gown that looked like it had been tailor-made by the gods themselves. Her veil trailed behind her like mist, pearls glimmering on the hem of her dress. Every step she took made it seem like she was floating. Maybe I felt this way because she was my idol — or maybe because this was something truly magical. But honestly, it felt like I was watching an

I don't know how many times I've taken deep breaths tonight—but every single one came with a mix of giddiness, nervousness, and a bit of confusion.The night was perfect.So many things had happened. And even now, I was still holding the bouquet.After the speeches, performances, and fun games, guests began lining up to personally greet the newlyweds. Some hugged, others gave gifts, and many couldn't resist taking selfies with Hana—after all, she was a superstar."Let's go," Denver said suddenly beside me. "It's our turn to greet them."I nodded, a little anxious, but I didn’t object.As we made our way toward the stage where Hana and Min-ji stood, I could feel the weight of the eyes on us. It wasn’t new—the same happened earlier. But somehow, when Denver was holding my hand, the nerves felt less terrifying.Hana gave me a wide, genuine smile as we reached them. The kind of smile that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. Min-ji, ever calm and elegant, nodded at Denver."Denve

The soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting faint golden patterns on the ceiling. It was the kind of morning light that didn’t demand attention but simply arrived—quietly, gently, like a whispered reminder that the world was waking up.For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, still, allowing myself to feel everything. The stillness of the air. The soft rustle of the fabric. The weight of the arm securely wrapped around my waist.I was curled up, facing Denver. Even without opening my eyes, I could tell he was already awake.I could feel his breath against my forehead—calm, steady. The slow rise and fall of his chest matched mine, as if our bodies had somehow synced during the night. His arm around me felt protective, warm, possessive in the sweetest way. Like even in his sleep, he didn’t want me to drift away from him—not even an inch.A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. A quiet one. But genuine.I kept my eyes closed and breathed in deeply, press

It was still early in the morning, but Denver and I were already awake. He was busy in the kitchen, while I was practically buried in the middle of our bed between two wide-open suitcases. I couldn’t explain why I had so many things now, considering I only brought one suitcase when we first came here.“Babe, are you finished?” Denver’s voice rang out from the kitchen.“Almost!” I called back, my voice a little strained as I tried to force the zipper closed. It felt like the entire contents of Korea were crammed inside. I was sweating just trying to make it cooperate.Before I could succeed, Denver peeked through the door.“I made your favorite. Eat first. I’ll take care of your luggage after,” he said, that calm confidence in his tone again.“How sweet of you… but I can handle this,” I insisted, still fighting with the stubborn zipper.“Don’t worry about these,” he said, already walking towards me. “Go to the dining area, we’re eating now.”Then he added with a soft smile, “Let’s eat.