Reason for Marriage

Chapter 9

To death

“Minju-ssi?”

“You don’t mean it’s a nightmare?”

No way. A prince on a white horse could not be a nightmare…

“Eat something and I’m hanging up.”

Holding the phone tightly in her hands after the call ended, Minju breathed out several times. Then, she got up from the bed.

She put her hands between the backrest, and looked around the living room.

In fact, last night she had the apartment.

When she got out of her car, the sewer came up, she thought. She fiddled with the key.

God, if there’s any luck left in my life. Please have pity on me.

“Conductor-nim! Can I… borrow your house because I don’t have the key.”

In a cute way, she lied.

When she opened her eyes, her problem was solved. It was an development like a lie.

He thought, throwing the key of her rooftop into the toilet.

Even if she could lie a hundred times.

Along with the the toilet.

The bathroom, which was much larger than her rooftop room, had a bathtub large enough for three adults.

In order to fill who used such a bathtub would not worry about the water.

The bathtub was overflowiater, and she laid after putting igrant bath bombsn cfelt like her body and mind had softened a little.

Listening to Bato, which was flowiped audio and speakerscell phone, Minju ve become a 17th century Europe.

She opened the door of the refrigerator with her wet hair and a shower gown. It was the perfect timing to think of a can of beer.

Drinks, sauces, cheeses, processed meat from brands that he had seen before, fresh fish, bright red meat marked with eco-friendly.

“Let’s see…?! How come there’s beer in a man’s house?”

Minju picked out the prettiest drink out of the countless drinks with her eyes full of curiosity.

“What is it? Why is this so good?”

Minju’s eyes were wide open to a completely new taste that she had never tried before in her life.

Minju was not the only one experiencing a new world with a totally new taste on the tip of her tongue. Jerry was also eating carefully prepared by her.

“Jerry, I thouter, but you were plain?”

Minju tried to understand Sang-yeoning the closet and drawed that the unfilled emitory.

The next room she opened was a space for exercise where one wall was all mirrors.

There were all the exercise in the pictures posted by women used in order to wear tight balls, physical chairs.

Due to the nature could put a lot of strain on men?

She was trying to close the holes in the ceiling. It was a flaw that did not suit. The house was rich people could be food may be because they moved so much.

No matter how much she ate, she did not think she would eating food like she had a perforated stomach, but it was her stomach.

There was nothing special detergents.

She thought she would the basket with the laundry.

As if to find traces of was no smell of a strange woman.

Minju that had a deep breath. The smell of his sweat, saliva and last night were all tangled nose.

Although she was not confident that she could turn red again with just that, Minju decided to enjoy.

“Wow! There’s a treasure.”

As she passed Sang-yeon’s awards rangement of coetical order reminded her.

Once she got her hands on them, she pulled out any sheet music.

Wolfang Amadeous Requième searched for the famous ‘Lacimausa’ among them, she noticed a been looking for.

Was it the price of peeking at something she should not have seen? A terrible jealousy flowed through her and made her want to pull her hair as hard as she could.

What was it like a current lover.

“Who are you?”

The owner was anything…

Minju’s face turned blue in place and looked elsewhere.

“It’s not here.”

“Well, what about Symphony 6?”

“I don’t have it either. Who are you?”

“I’ve always wondered the same.”

“I throw away this kind of people.”

“Why?”

“It’s annoying.”

She said while pointing her finger at her temple.

“I don’t know if I can say this, but you’re not really cool.”

She smirked at music.

“Don’t you want to know more a going to play in the the ones I’ve played?”

“You know Schumann was mental?”

Minju nodded as she knew it.

“This violin concerto was composed. Joachim Murat, who requested this song, kept the sheet music hidden.”

Sang-yeon said, stroking the sheet.

“Why?”

“He thought this song was too crazy. Well, that’s not wrong. Schumann was hearing hallucinations.”

Minju shrank slightly.

Sang-yeon approached Minju’s ear and hummed the melody of the second movement and whispered in a low voice.

“This is what she said. The dead Schubert sing the music.”

For a moment, goosebumps appeared on Minju’s arms. She turned her eyes slowly at her.

Just then, boom.

Sang-yeon’s voice calling her was fierce.

Jerry, who intentionally caused criticism returned instead of praise.

When Minju ran and picked up the broken toy.

“Don’t touch.”

Surprised by her strong tone, she stepped back.

She was so embarrassed, as if she might break at any moment.