Page 53 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

But the kiss she expected never came with her husband now looking at her in bemusement.

"What are you talking about?"

Summerine reminded herself about all the promises she made to God when she thought she was about to die...before blurting out the truth.

"I k-know who you really are. B-Because of the room—-"

"What room?"

"The one with all the guns—-"

"Ah." A grimace crossed her husband's handsome features. "That's the only room you're not supposed to have access to. But you've probably found your way to it on the one day we were conducting a maintenance check on the system."

"I didn't mean to spy on you—-"

"I know." Ryu's voice was gentle. "But...what I don't get is why you'd think there's something to judge."

"But the guns..."

"And that's it?"

"And the fake IDs," she added reluctantly. "And the credit cards—-"

"That weren't fake," he pointed out.

They weren't?

"But I suppose you didn't take the time to check," he guessed.

Summerine couldn't help feeling a little defensive. "They wereso many!"

"And of course havingso manycredit cards can't be explained by my ten-figure net worth."

Sarcasm, even when utteredpolitely,was still sarcasm, and it stung enough to have Summerine wincing.

"So, let me see if I get this straight. Aside from havingso manycredit cards—-"

"And the fake IDs and guns," she reminded him. "If you add them all up together, surely you can see why that would make me think—-"

"—-I'm working for the FBI?" Ryu drawled.

"—-you're a mob boss?" she finished at the same time.

Oh.

Wait.

Did he just say what?

Epilogue

THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWEDher discharge had Summerine feeling very much like a bride getting to know her groom for the first time. It was like having a new beginning for her marriage, now that there were no secrets between them.

She had always thought him the serious type, but Ryu turned out to be more wicked in the way he would do everything possible to make her blush. He would accept every interview request just to have the pleasure of seeing Summerine squirm or wince as he lazily dished out one outrageous compliment after another.

My wife is the hottest woman alive in my eyes,he had once told a reporter.

And of course, the reporter had no choice but to accept this, never mind if it was plain as daylight to anyone that the only time someone as ordinary as Summerine could be considered 'hot' was when she was running a fever.

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