“So, the one who’s been following me all this time turns out to be you, Lady Beomhee.”
The light, swift footsteps weren’t those of a grizzly bear, but a tiger.
Having lived alongside Dohwi, Sohwa recognized this immediately.
“Why have you been following me? Is my husband that tempting to you?”
“Oh....”
The small, limp body slumped into the dirt.
The sight of the tiny, helpless bundle stirred a deep ache in Beomhee’s chest.
“Baeksom, my dear Baeksom....”
Sohwa couldn’t even lift herself up, only managing to blink her jet-black eyes.
Her trembling figure was so pitiful it felt as if Beomhee’s heart was being torn apart.
“If you wish to take my Dohwi, you’ll have to... deal with me first....”
“Baeksom, what nonsense are you spouting?”
The mountain lord might have been handsome, but he had no manners, making him unsuitable as a husband.
Beomhee hadn’t liked Dohwi and his rotten nerves from the very first encounter.
From the start, she had no interest in marriage.
