152 A Mischievous Miss

After the exertion of their day and the evening, the two people finally enjoyed their dinner later, much later in the night before falling asleep tiredly. In the depths of the night, Yu Seok lay on his back and studied his sleeping wife. His exhausted, sated wife—who had also exhausted and sated him. The minutes ticked by as he studied her face and his eyes glittered with a possessive light.

She was like a witch who had bewitched him, he would walk through fire for her, sell his soul and more for her. 

And it didn't really matter if she did not really feel the same for him or understand this feeling, because he himself did not understand why he felt what he felt.