Page 6 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

On the day he had visited her home, Summerine had already fainted before she could see what he looked like, and he was long gone by the time she woke.

"We are gathered here today—-"

Maybe...maybe she could just turn his way ever so slightly...and just have the tiniest look?

"To join Ryu Harcourt and Summerine Chan in marriage."

Yes, a tiny look wouldn't hurt at all. Right?

"Do you, Ryu, take Summerine to be your lawful spouse?"

Summerine turned ever so carefully towards him.

"Yes."

And then she ever so slowly lifted her gaze to his.

"Do you, Summerine, to be your lawful spouse?"

Oh. My. Gosh.

Was it not the craziest and cruelest of coincidences that she was a closetotakufor almost her entire life...while the man standingnext to her happened to be the sizzlingly perfect embodiment of what abishounenwould've looked in reality?

The longer she stared at him, the more she felt as if she was sucked into the pages of her favoritejoseimanga, and she was now living the life she had always dreamed of.

His hair was a gleaming shade of black, his eyes dark and piercing.

And his face, oh, his face.

It was just so, so beautiful that only his chiseled jaw saved it from being too pretty.

And his height. And build. And—-

"Summerine?"

So lost was she in the surreal perfection of his looks that she answered without thinking.

"Y-Yes?"

People suddenly laughed, and the sound yanked her out of her thoughts. What was so funny? She had only said—-

"By the power vested in me—-"

Oh gosh, I said yes.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Summerine was still in shock as her bridegroom gently turned her to face him before lifting her veil.

"You may now kiss the bride."

His head lowered.

NOOOOOOOOO.

And he cupped her face.

I can't. This can't be happening.

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