Page 15 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

Her husband was a dream, her staff at home was a dream, and her "job" as the billionaire's other half was the best dream of all.

All she had to do was attend parties, ribbon-cutting ceremonies, and product launches on his behalf.

Join him in business dinners on occasion.

Score above average grades in school.

And that was it.

Even better were the times they spent at home. If Ryu wasn't away because of one work emergency or another, he would always take the time to join her for meals and ask her about his day.

He hadn't even blinked when he had chanced upon the stacks ofmangashe had purchased with her allowance—-but had gently chastised her instead fornotusing his credit card.

'I'm your husband, Summerine. Charge whatever you want to my account. It's my job to provide for you.'

He was like the big brother she had alwaysdreamedof having, never mind if there were still times her dreams of him werenotsisterly—-

(Eww.)

You're just jealous.

(Of what? Being a wife with an unrequited love for her husband?)

La la la la la.

Summerine was determined not to let her Inner Troll burst her dream-like bubble. She had thebestlife, period, and most unexpectedly of all, even her own parents had yet to make any attempt to interfere in said best life.

It was as if they had completely washed their hands off her now that she was married to Ryu, and as much as the thought saddened her, Summerine was also quick to remind herself that she mustnotbe greedy.

After all, her husband was a dream. Her job as his wife was a dream. Their staff was a dream, and—-oh!

Summerine absently caught sight of the apple trees outside her window and had a sudden craving for something crumbly and sweet.

Mm.

Chef Milo was always keen to remind her about dropping by his kitchen if she wanted anything special done. Maybe it was time to take him up on his offer?

Summerine was already busy imagining herself feasting on the most delicious slice of apple pie as she stepped out of her library and took a right turn here, a left turn there, and...uh oh.

It had happened again!

Summerine had lost herself in the maze of mirrors, but...she wasnotgoing to panic.

This was the ninth time that she had gotten lost, but...there was nothing to fear, Summerine reminded herself.

As mistress ofKagami, every secret door in this house was programmed to unlock after a quick scan of her fingerprints.

Ryu himself had told her this, albeit rather resignedly, after finding his wife asleep on the floor in one of the unused guest rooms that she had been unable to "escape".

I'm going to make it out this time,Summerine swore.

The trick to finding her way back to the main corridor of her home was to just unlock one secret door after another.

So...

Unlock. Unlock. Unlock.

Curiosity always struck every time she thought about all the mirrors in his home. But she had never found the courage to ask the reason behind this. Billionaires were entitled to their quirks, and she never wanted Ryu to think she was judging him or anything.

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