Chapter 2

Chapter 2

[1]

A woman must learn to strive for her own happiness.

I took out the booklets from yesterday, still slightly damp. As I flipped through them, I made notes with a pen: "This color is too light," "The brushstrokes are too soft," "Hmm, this one is not bad, but it reveals too little."

Tsk, those abs are nice, like a hidden gem. The ancients didn't lie; it really has that feeling.

"Miss Katherine, you're quite eager, aren't you?"

Huh?

A sudden voice startled me. I looked up to see a face full of amusement.

"Young Marquess, you're done already?"

I quickly shoved the book under the pillow, but my actions were too obvious.

"Rumor has it that Miss Katherine is like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains-cold, noble, well-versed in the classics, and even knowledgeable in military strategy and poetry."

Who was he trying to fool with that tone?

Matthew's eyes seemed to bore holes into me.

I silently pulled my long pants to cover my round toes and adjusted my top.

"I heard that the Young Marquess has many concubines. I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you, so..." I added a sob for effect, channeling my inner drama queen.

"Heh."

What did that mean? Did he believe me or not?

The delicate silk robe slipped off my shoulder, revealing a red undergarment. Matthew's face flushed.

"Don't stare at me like that!"

What was he playing at? Pretending to be shy.

"The Marquess is handsome, so I can't help but look."

Who doesn't like a compliment?

[2]

"Marquess, why don't we look at it together?" I suggested, pointing to the booklet.

The Marquess's face turned as red as a tomato, his ears practically bleeding.

So much for the rumored playboy.

His innocent look was making my heart race.

Ah, this contrast, I love it.

I stood up, and the Marquess stepped back.

Was this going to turn into a chase?

"Marquess, it's our wedding night."

I reminded him pitifully, hoping he'd get the hint.

The Young Marquess blew out the candle and climbed into bed, undressing in the dark.

He wrapped me up and tossed me to the inner side of the bed.

"Let's sleep. We have to thank the elders tomorrow."

That's it? He undressed just to say that?

Unwilling to give up, I reached out to touch his abs, but he wrapped me up so tightly I couldn't move.

After what felt like a long struggle, I was exhausted and half-asleep.

"Matthew, you can call me Matt."

I almost laughed at his formality.

"Katherine, but you can call me Kathy."

[3]

Waking up to a beautiful face, who could understand that feeling?

A high nose bridge, slightly upturned lips, and those captivating eyes.

I mean, how much would it cost to hire a model like this? Totally worth it.

The more I looked, the more excited I got. I couldn't help but lean closer. There was a mole on his chin. Oh, I wanted to kiss it.

As a confident woman, I acted on my desires.

"You, stop."

A large hand interrupted my next move.

The Young Marquess had long, slender fingers, pale skin, and slightly bulging veins.

I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue to lick it.

He was stunned.

When he came to his senses, he pushed me far away.

"I heard the Young Marquess is charming and has many concubines. Can't I even kiss you?"

The more he resisted, the more I wanted to touch him. Hmph, men, don't think I can't see through your games.

I decisively sat on top of him, feeling something hard beneath me.

Damn, I let my guard down.

We both froze, awkwardly wishing we could disappear.

Luckily, Stacey knocked on the door, reminding us it was time to thank the elders.

I excused myself, but not before sneaking a touch of those abs.

Tsk, so smooth.