Bound by a Ruthless Contract - Chapter 90
This was the morning routine she’d heard every day in the three weeks since their marriage.
Living together, she came to understand just how busy a man Kwon Si-heon was.
Enough to understand why he’d gone as far as marriage with a woman he was just physically compatible with – he hated wasting time.
Though Ga-eun too lived each day like it was 72 hours, learning her duties with the “capable and loyal” staff Si-heon had assigned her, it was nothing compared to him.
“Are you taking care of your health?”
Si-heon, who was about to tie his necktie, smirked as he looked her over.
“I’m not sure who should be saying that to whom.”
Ga-eun’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment at his words.
As he implied, it was all too clear which of them needed to take better care of their health.
Unlike Si-heon, whose complexion improved day by day, Ga-eun was growing thinner – tormented by him every night until dawn, barely sleeping, then waking up early for work.
While adapting to the new environment and work played a part, s-x with Si-heon was definitely the bigger factor.
Surprisingly or not, Kwon Si-heon was a devoted husband.
No matter how late he worked, he always came home to sleep.
She had thought he might stay at the Hwanhee Hotel near the company, or his personal suite at Youngso Hotel.
But he came home.
More precisely, he came back to her side.
“Mmm… Mr. Kwon Si-heon, you’re back? Ah, wait…”
“Stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”
“I really need to wake up early tomorrow, so… ah…!”
When she fell into deep sleep, he would hold her close while seeking sleep himself, and whenever she woke to his presence, they inevitably became intimate.
It was truly remarkable stamina.
The way he could be so demanding even after working so late.
“Director Myung suggested preparing some herbal medicine. He says you look too frail compared to me.”
“It’s not that bad. Besides, I hate bitter things.”
“Right. Like when you looked at the espresso with contempt when I ordered it.”
“When did I look at it with contempt… it wasn’t that bad.”
When she shot him a gentle glare, Si-heon chuckled softly, finding something amusing.
Thump.
Her heart started beating without permission.
This was his fault. Lately, his sculpture-like handsome features had become almost untouchable.
Despite his overwhelming workload, he never skipped his workouts, making his already broad and solid physique even more firm.
It wasn’t necessarily about liking him – anyone’s heart would race at the sight of such handsomeness.
Surely her racing heart was just part of that.
…It had to be.
Then Si-heon approached her and held out the necktie in his hand.
“Will you tie it for me?”
“You do it better than me, Mr. Kwon Si-heon.”
“That’s why. Isn’t this what married couples do?”
The reason was that showing they were married would dispel those ridiculous rumors about him liking men and ward off annoying advances from women.
Annoying advances from annoying women.
As much as his devotion to home life, Kwon Si-heon’s clean private life was also unexpected.
Just as those thugs at Nam Hee-dong had said, he seemed to have “treated women like stones.”
Yet with her, he had immediately spoken to her upon meeting, leaned in close to smell her fragrance…
Such thoughts gradually led to misunderstandings.
The notion that she might have found a small place in Kwon Si-heon’s heart.
Then her cheeks would flush, and that warmth would spread to her heart.
The wishful thinking kept growing, pushing aside cold reasons.
Because he always held her close while falling asleep…
“Won’t you do it?”
He tilted his head slightly while staring directly into her eyes.
“Time’s passing. Though I wouldn’t mind using the newlywed excuse for being late.”
“…I’ll do it. Please lower your head.”
“As you wish.’’
With a smile at the corner of his lips, Si-heon obediently lowered his head.
Ga-eun placed the tie around his neck.
Rustle. Rustle. The sound of fabric sliding seemed unusually loud.
Perhaps it was because she was nervous.
That’s when Si-heon wrapped both hands around Ga-eun’s waist.
“Didn’t this skirt fit perfectly before?”
“Ah…”
“It’s gotten loose.”
As his hands slowly caressed her waist, a deep heat began to build inside her.
“Stop. Please stop.”
“Why?”
“…You’ll wrinkle my clothes.”
Her attention drawn to where his hands touched, she kept fumbling with the tie.
“I don’t think that’s the real reason.”
Si-heon smiled, whispering in her ear.
“You’re wet, Ga-eun.”
