Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money

“You…there’s something you’re misunderstanding—”

Just when Tarkan frowned and began to speak, Aristine went ‘Aht’ and covered Tarkan’s face with both hands.

“Kyaaaaaa!”

Piercing squeals rang out from the spectating crowd.
It couldn’t be called cheers anymore.
They were truly screaming.
People were squealing over the newlyweds’ sweet and couple-like behavior.
Reporters pressed their shutters ardently as if they wanted to break their finger.

Regardless of the reaction of their surroundings, the two people in the carriage didn’t care.

Aristine wasn’t used to caring about other people’s gazes in the first place while Tarkan was too taken aback by Aristine’s actions.

Aristine held Tarkan’s cheeks and rubbed the corners of his lips lightly.

Tarkan flinched at the soft touch so close to his lips.

“Smile.”(Aristine)

“Let go.”(Tarkan)

“I’ll let go if you smile.”

“I said let go.”

“I said I will if you smile?”

The two of them bickered in the golden carriage.

To others, it looked like the new bride was holding the groom’s cheeks gently and they were having a lovey-dovey moment.

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Their handsomeness and beauty were enough that people felt satisfied just by looking at them and seeing such a scene made them feel even more satisfied.

But as they kept watching, they felt like a cold wind was blowing from the left.

‘Couples to hell…ah, no! I shouldn’t, this is our hero, His Highness Tarkan.’[1]

‘Let’s leave our prince alone.’

The devout singles exchanged secret signs.

The couple who didn’t know what sort of agreement was taking place within a certain religion were still quarreling about smiles.

“You think marrying you is a reason for me to smile?”

“Mn.”

Aristine nodded confidently.

“I am your business partner.
And both of us are tied in the same political fate.
Won’t it be better for us to be seen as a couple with a good relationship rather than a bad one? Especially in situations where our union implies peace.”

“…That’s the reason?”

“Huh?”

Aristine tilted her head at Tarkan’s question.
As if to ask, what other reason could there be?

Seeing the question on her face, Tarkan kept his mouth shut.

‘Is this woman numb to this marriage or what?”

She didn’t seem to have any anxiety at all or any thoughts about the matter.

They say that some brides get depressed before their wedding, but she didn’t have such signs at all.
Even people who marry for love get depressed, talk less of those who were in an arranged marriage with no feelings for each other at all.

‘She’s completely fine yet why do I keep…’

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He felt like an idiot for reacting to every meaningless thing Aristine said.
Rather, it seemed like Tarkan was the one more conscious about the fact that he was getting married and lost in thought.

‘And there’s that ki…too.’

He never even imagined that the bride would be the one to pull him in.

When he thought about it now, it was quite ridiculous.

Aristine’s slender arms wouldn’t be able to make him budge, no matter how hard she pulled.
But perhaps he was too surprised then that his body leaned towards her.

Aristine didn’t let that chance go and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Tarkan’s forehead creased as he suddenly remembered that scene.
He didn’t know that his earlobes were bright red.

Suddenly, he grew very conscious of Aristine’s palms and fingers which were holding his cheeks.

Unlike himself who was a warrior, her hands were soft without a single callus.

Their bare skins were touching each other.

《This is no different from a kiss.
》

Aristine’s whisper seemed to linger in his ears again.

Tarkan wanted to shake off her hand.

But he couldn’t do it.
Because.

Because.

‘Because I think I’m too thrown off by what she says.’

Right, that was why.