Chapter XXXVIII
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서른 여덟 번째 왕관 (38)
“Uh… how should I say this? I’ve been in love with this woman beside me. Ever since the day she saved me from the assassins hunting me, I fell in love with this brave, hardworking, kind, beautiful, and loving woman beside me. I love her more than anything in this world and she’s the only one that I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I want her to be the woman who will bear my kids in the near future. I want her to be my wife, not just my princess consort. I know it sounds cringy rich coming from His Royal Highness but yes, that’s it. That’s what I really felt for her.”
It’s really exhausting to cope up with this kind of lie. It’s really tiring to deceive people like this.
I don’t want to go this far… because this is just temporary. This is not a fairytale…
This is not even a romantic story to start with.
Everything is scripted.
Everything is fabricated.
Everything is just well-written to make people believe.
Everything is under a contract.
This should not affect me…
But for some reason, I felt my heart throbbing at the thought.
As soon as Jae Kyung went inside the car, she automatically slumped herself on the backseat. The press conference was finished and everyone had no idea how Jae Kyung badly want to get out of the place that she almost fell asleep on her seat. The press conference took four hours which they didn’t really expect.
She leaned her head on the backrest and just sat exhaustedly, not caring if the Crown Prince is frowning at her.
“Hey, sit properly. That’s not how a lady should sit,” said Prince Yi Eul.
Jae Kyung almost snorted. She didn’t expect that the Crown Prince will tell her about lady etiquette or something.
Welp, he’s a noble after all, though.
Prince Yi Eul didn’t really expect that Jae Kyung is wearing jogging pants underneath her dress.
Yes. A goddamn white jogging pants.
That’s why she comfortably sat on the backseat like a goddamn boy and Prince Yi Eul just hit her leg with a rolled newspaper.
She groaned then sighed. “You know what? This is more exhausting than I thought it would be. Damn, this is more exhausting than my job as a journalist.”
Prince Yi Eul flaunted a smug face at her as he responded. “That’s why I dislike journalists.”
“Wow. You’re saying that boldly as if you’re not facing a journalist,” Jae Kyung said.
Prince Yi Eul snorted and responded. “You’re not a journalist anymore.”
“I’m not a journalist TEMPORARILY though,” Jae Kyung said and shrugged. “I am still a journalist and nothing can change that. It’s just that, I am still working for you as your personal assistant s***h fake fiancée s***h fake wife—which will actually happen next month—for six months and after that, I’ll come back and everything will be back to normal.”
“Huh,” Prince Yi Eul muttered. “So you’re going back on stalking people especially celebrities?”
“Hey, I’m not always like that! I’m not even stalking—I’m not even stalking you when you had that private conversation outside the restroom—it’s just a spur of chance and moment.”
“It’s still stalking, though.”
“It’s not and I’m not!”
“You are.”
“Am not!”
“You are.”
“Am not!!!”
“You are.”
“Whatever!” crossing her arms, Jae Kyung glared at him then looked away. She even heard him chuckle and she badly wants to punch the s**t out of him.
He’s the Crown Prince, Jae Kyung. Calm down. He is the Crown Prince.
“I can hear you, Kim Jae Kyung. If you want to punch me, I just want to remind you that you can’t do that to the Crown Prince of South Korea.”
“Ugh, can you stop reading what’s on my mind?!”
“I’m not reading your mind. You’re actually obvious.”
“Argh! Stop!” Jae Kyung glared at him, almost punching him in the process.
A pregnant silence invaded their space as soon as both of them finally shut up. Suddenly, Jae Kyung spoke. “I’m sleepy but I actually felt hungry and I want to go somewhere to eat.”
“Just for today, I’ll have a restaurant reservation.”
“No! I don’t want to go to your favorite fancy, rich, five-star rating restaurant. I will be the one to decide where we’ll be going.”
Prince Yi Eul frowned at her and asked. “Where is it?”
Jae Kyung grinned at him. “You’ll see.”
“It seems like your men are getting sloppy, Prime Minister.”
Princess Chae Rin’s piercing eyes settled on the Prime Minister who’s standing in front of her. The tea she’s sipping is sweet yet she couldn’t enjoy it knowing that the Prime Minister is giving her bad news.
The Crown Prince is still alive and worst, he’s getting married—which means, he’ll going to have a potential successor. The Princess didn’t want that. She needs her son to ascend on the throne.
“Time passes so fast yet you’re so slow of getting rid of the prince,” bitterness was dripping on the princess’s voice. “He’s still alive and kicking.”
“The bodyguards that guarding the Crown Prince are growing in number and even snappier than I thought, Your Highness.”
The side of Princess’ Chae Rin’s lips went up, flaunting a sarcastic smile. “Are you telling me that your men are all incompetent as you are?”
“No, Your Highness,” the Prime Minister responded. “I actually came up with a plan.”
Princess Chae Rin frowned. “Are you sure it’ll work this time? And what plan is it, then?”
Prince Yi Eul couldn’t help but frown as soon as they finally came to the place Jae Kyung wanted to go.
He turned his head towards Jae Kyung who’s actually grinning at her. He, then, pointed to his servants who were now bowing in their presence. “So you are telling me that you wanted to eat here? At a park?”
“Good afternoon, Your Highness, Jae Kyung-agassi.”
“Yes! We’ll have a picnic!” Jae Kyung said as she happily opened her arms. “I’m actually getting sick of you eating on fancy indoors so might as well, you’ll gonna breathe some fresh air by having a picnic! Motjjiji anni???” (*Isn’t it nice?)
Before the Crown Prince could utter a word, Jae Kyung added. “And~ you don’t have to worry about people since I made sure that no one’s actually coming here,” she, then, turned her head to Do Wan. “Right, Do Wan?”
Do Wan smiled and bowed at her. “Ne, Agassi.”
“Since when did you two become close?”
With chin up, Jae Kyung asked. “Why? Are you the only one allowed to be close to Do Wan, Your Highness? Hmph. I wanna be friends with your servants and you can’t stop me on that~ ANYWAY, wipe that frown from your face and let’s eat! I’m starving!” as soon as Jae Kyung clapped, the servants prepared the food on the picnic mat they actually prepared and Prince Yi Eul didn’t do anything but just stare at them, totally dumbfounded that Secretary Jeong and Do Wan couldn’t help but chuckle in silent.
“Oh, right! The cookies!” Jae Kyung hurriedly ran towards the people-empty table to get the basket which she happily opened to check the content inside.
Little did she know, there’s a red dot pointing in her direction—especially on her head.
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