I Become The Wife of The Male Lead

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When I looked up at him with a strange expression, he smiled.

“It was like it was dragging me out of hell.”

I..also couldn’t remember when that was. 

Lying on the edge of the bed meant sitting next to the bed.
Did that happen?

“When?”

“Well,”

Saying that, Sigren gently grabbed my hair and brushed it to one side.
As a result, the nape of my neck was exposed.
The wind on the terrace was quite chilly.
Sigren bowed his head.
I didn’t really care what he did, until then. Chu~, I felt a soft touch on the nape of my neck, his tongue was languid and gently brushed my skin. 

Subconsciously, I put strength into my hands that were wrapped around Sigren’s back. 

Ah, clothes would be wrinkled. 

Then I felt a slight tingling sensation in my throat.

“Ah.”

I inadvertently pushed Sigren away.
Even though he was actually strong enough to not be pushed, he was gently pushed back.
It was a very submissive attitude for someone who said touching me reminded him of this and that. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that if you don’t like it.”

I opened my mouth bewildered.

“No, not that…”

Why did I do that? Didn’t I think it was fine?

He placed his hand on the side of my neck he had just bitten. 

I felt my pulse flutter.
It was not sickness.
It also wasn’t the feeling of rejection for what he did.
Didn’t I also think ‘this kind of skinship was okay’ just a few seconds ago?

‘But he actually did it.’

“Ehmm…”

How could I explain this? But Sigren seemed to have interpreted my reaction differently.
He even had his hand behind his back, as if to prove that he wouldn’t touch me. 

“Fiona, I won’t do that if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not like that.”

What did I just think? Sleeping together did not really matter? Hah, as expected, it seemed like if I kept this relationship for a long time, I felt like the lingering feelings would appear.
This self-confidence in talking about this matter without experiencing it firsthand was too baseless.

‘No, it’s okay.’

It was kind of funny that I was so agitated.
In the end, even though I knew it was unfair, I sulked while looking at Sigren.
It was a transfer of responsibility.

He looked restless. 

When I saw him, I felt strange again.
Was he that weak to me? Did he flop around like fish freshly caught like this in the past? The image of Sigren in my mind in the past now felt similar to him now.
He’d really been showing his feelings to me.
My heart couldn’t help but to ache. 

‘I hate myself for being weak.’

“Fiona…”

It was him who broke the silence. 

“Sigren, maybe it’s impossible to go all the way with you.
See you later.”

I left the terrace without checking his expression.
It was a selfish attitude when you think about it. 

‘Ah, he must be tired.’

I thought as I strode forward. 

If Sigren got tired of me, I felt like I might be at ease.
Then, slowly, we could break up and go back to our old relationship.