3. Can't I look at my husband?

I think — I'm smart enough. I smile when I thinking about it. I just need to pretend to love Baekhoon in front of public. Will I be able to play it?

"Very excited, huh? Your mouth almost rip when you smile. Be careful." Suddenly Baekhoon come to the bride's room — with a tuxedo attach to his well-built body.

For a moment I’m stunned. I don’t expect that he is so good-looking and splendid when he wear a formal clothes like that. "I think you are engulfed by the earth," I said sarcastically. I don't expect that he will actually come to his own wedding and not hid or blurry.

"Miss Lee Yongju, I don't expect you have so much guts. Not afraid to get involved with people like us. Out there, there are lots of wolves roaring to eat you." He looks at me with his cruel stare. Always like that. "You have ten minutes. Think about it quickly! If you change your mind, I'll help you to get out of here — and I won't forget my promise."

"Lee Yongju won't go!" said the President Director, suddenly come into my room. "Baekhoon, this marriage is the only way to clear your name. Why are you so stubborn? Do you want the HK Group to collapse, huh?"

Baekhoon smile grimly, I'm dumbfounded by aura of hostility between father and son.

"I really want to get married, but — not with the woman picked up on the side of the road. All I want is only Shela, Dad. Is that difficult?" Baekhoon said, looks intensely at my face, make me stunned.

But — what? Picked up? On the side of the road? His mouth is completely damaged. If I have no conscience, I might have hit Baekhoon’s big head.

Then . . . who is Shela? His lover? His ex . . . maybe?

-o0o-

Flashes of camera’s flash fill this huge building. Several important people come to Baekhoon’s and my wedding. Everything is going well, we chant the holy vows very well. No, it's our game that looks natural. Should I be proud of myself?

"Looks like you really want to live in torment, don't you?" Baekhoon whisper on the sidelines of our photoshoot.

My body tense. Even though I’m afraid but — I should look strong in front of him. "Smile wider! We're being photographed," I whispered back — with my body trembling.

After greet the guests and meet several reporters, finally Baekhoon and I are at the hotel. We are on Jeju island. The President Director really planned all of this very well. After the wedding ceremony, we immediately go to Jeju for honeymoon. I like this vacation but not for our honeymoon.

What will people think about our honeymoon? Of course they will think that our marriage is a real marriage — is real. But, I have entered into the lion's den. It won't be easy for me.

"Hey, Young Master! — " I called Baekhoon after I swallowed my food.

He stops his activity and looks at me lazily. Only looks at me — is enough for me to start talking to him, it mean he allows me to talk with him. I know he isn’t interested at me and I’m not feel resentful. I've understood him since I met him a few weeks ago.

"— Um, who is Shela? Who’s she?" I asked carefully. To carry out my duties, I think I need to know a little about Baekhoon.

But — suddenly, a black cloud envelope Baekhoon. His face suddenly gloomy when I said that name. He put down the spoon and fork, then gives me a very intense gaze.

"Is… your girlfriend? Or your ex? Are you two not approved by your parents?" I asked mockingly.

Like a boomerang, Baekhoon’s expression dark even more. His hands are clasp and seem tremble. That is bad. Is he angry? But — he just kept quiet.

Without finish his meal, Baekhoon immediately goes, leaves me alone at the hotel's restaurant.

“Is he angry with me?”

-o0o-

The next day — we back to Seoul. Actually, we have three days left on our honeymoon. Because Baekhoon’s mood got worse after I asked that question . . . he immediately forced to go home in the morning. Really childish. It seems that he is not approve of having a relationship with a person named Shela. He is sensitive to that name.

We are in the car from the airport to the Baekhoon’s house. This man hasn't spoken since earlier. Not even to his driver. I know he's an arrogant and stubborn person, but getting angry over something trivial... I think he's too sensitive. Whatever.

I glance at him who busy with his IPad. What does make that guy look busy? Is he really mad at me? I don’t know why my heart is anxious.

"Why?" Baekhoon asked without looked at me. Is my gaze too intense till pierce his skin? He realize my gaze.

"W-why… what?" I asked confused. I mean pretend to be confused. No, I pretend to be calm. Yeah. This gorgeous man makes me . . . nervous, at this close distance he looks really charming. Why is my heart beating?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Baekhoon give me a hard gaze.

"Can't I look at my husband?" Oh damn. Why did I say that?

“What? Your husband?” He smiles sarcastically. As if want to laugh at me.

I nod innocently. Is there something strange about what I said? I’m his wife and he’s my husband. I think this man is strange. Even if I’m strange, he is stranger than me.

"I still can't believe I married you," he said in a voice of amazement.

"What's wrong with me? I'm beautiful and my body is ... well, not bad ... um... quite sexy," I said with half confidence.

"Ha, it doesn't attract my attention at all. Even if your body is sexy I won't be tempted." The man laughs, neither laugh nor quietly. Elegant laughter. Does rich people control the way they laugh? Really impressive.

"You always make fun of me." I hissed.

Gosh, he is so frontal. What does he mean? Am I not his type? Because I’m a woman? Is he interested in men? So. . . is he not normal? Is he really same-sex enthusiast like spread in the media? Jeez, even a woman as beautiful as me isn’t interested, this is an insult. Wow, this guy is incredibly annoying. I’m so embarrassed because Baekhoon’s driver hears it too.

-o0o-

In a house this big — there is only Baekhoon and me. Baekhoon’s driver? I don't know, where he sleeps and stays I don't know. It’s really lonely. I go downstairs to make breakfast, it’s still 5:00 AM and Baekhoon looks like he is still slept.

"Gosh!" I shrieked in shock when I saw a woman struggling in the kitchen. “Who are you?”