The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

He touched Bada’s body here and there with gentle hands, whispering obscene words in an elegant voice.

Then Bada’s body would quickly heat up.

The two people who couldn’t sleep shared many stories until late at night and dawn.

Was it because of the tropical temperature that made people feel relaxed? Or was it because of his gentle eyes that listened attentively?

Bada, unlike herself, confided her trivial personal matters to him.

Discord with her family, her father who suddenly passed away from a heart attack, and even the bullying she suffered at her previous job.

River listened to her words attentively and got angry as if it were his own business.

But when it came to his own family matters and past, he remained thoroughly silent.

He said he didn’t want to talk about it because they were unpleasant memories.

Bada felt disappointed about this, but decided to understand him. She thought that with more time, when he could trust her, he would tell her.

Bada fell asleep in his arms every night. When that happened, he felt as intimate as the oldest friend.

Really, as if she had met him long ago.

* * *

Being together almost 24 hours a day, Bada came to know his tastes and habits in detail.

He had an obsessive exercise routine.

He never skipped high-intensity weight training for even a single day, and he surfed every day too.

Also, he had aspects that were very sensitive to sounds and external stimuli.

He would discover holes in drainage pipes from the sound of water drops, or notice Morgan entering the villa like a ghost.

Also, instead of coffee, he enjoyed drinking black tea with mint flavor.

Bada also looked around his dressing room.

When entering his dressing room, there was a luxurious scent mixed with bergamot, musk, and patchouli.

When the sliding doors opened, inside were displayed Turnbull & Asser’s luxurious custom-made shirts, midnight blue wool blazers, Oxford shoes polished without a speck of dust, cufflinks, Clive Christian perfume bottles, and Goyard trunks.

‘It’s like a high-end tailor shop.’

But River actually left these wonderful clothes aside and only wore comfortable linen shirts.

He was sick of formal wear, or something. Maybe he wore suits during work like James Bond?

His favorite alcohol was whiskey, bed sheets had to be Egyptian cotton, and his hobby was collecting antique maps.

Seeing such aspects, he was definitely a person of considerable wealth, but surprisingly had many practical sides too.

He wore a $50 watch equipped with diver functions, and had the peculiar habit of wearing the watch face toward the underside of his wrist.

Seeing this, Bada remembered the protagonist in the movie ‘John Wick’ she had seen before wearing his watch in exactly the same way.

‘I heard that’s how special forces members wear watches. To prevent light reflection on the watch glass from revealing their position to enemies.’

Every time she saw such behavior, her suspicion that he was a special agent deepened.

Moreover, River liked to repair broken things himself, and had the habit of substituting one meal during eating with protein bars like military emergency rations.

His music taste was unusually heavy metal.

Today too, while she went out to buy coffee, he was lying on the sunbed by the swimming pool listening to music through a Bluetooth speaker.

Soon, when Bada returned from her outing and opened the terrace door to enter, demonic screams and metallic sounds echoed.

In contrast, his expression as he lay on the sunbed with his eyes closed was only peaceful.

It was as if he was listening to classical music instead of heavy metal.

At the sound of footsteps, he smoothly raised his upper body and turned off the speaker.

Bada approached River and asked playfully.

“Don’t tell me this is your lullaby?”

“Similar. Sometimes my head gets as noisy as a battlefield, so I cover it with music with higher decibels. Come here.”

He pulled Bada’s wrist and made her sit on his lap.

And he naturally took away the coffee cup she was holding and placed it on the side table.

He grinned and looked at the sundress Bada was wearing. It was a one-piece with pale yellow and white small flower patterns printed on it.

“Ah, cute. The island girl vibe suits you well too.”

Bada, who had been quietly staring at him, cupped his cheek with her hand and asked carefully.

“…What thoughts are circling in your head?”

“Just, nothing much.”

She carefully raised her index finger and traced the scar on his neck.

‘How on earth did this scar happen? Though he probably won’t tell me.’

Then he turned his head and grabbed her hand to stop her. It was a signal to stop.

Bada awkwardly withdrew her hand.

‘It’s always like this. Some days I feel like I know you well, but other days it feels like I don’t know anything about you.’

River naturally changed the subject of conversation.

“You? What kind of music do you like?”

“Um, I like old pop. I liked my literature teacher in high school, and she would sometimes play old pop during class. And I also like old school R&B and house music, and I like country music too…”

“Country music?”

He raised one eyebrow as if puzzled.

Country music, representing the American Southwest, was basically America’s trot music.

It wasn’t a genre that a woman Bada’s age would typically like.

“Ah, during my school days, I spent every summer at a friend’s house in Kentucky. It was a family that ran an incredibly large ranch and resort, and my friend’s older brother Jacob would sometimes take me to country pubs.”

At those words, he slightly narrowed his brow.

“Jacob.”

“…”

“That’s an annoying name.”

He buried his nose in her hair that he held in his grasp.

“But whatever. Anyway…”

And he pulled down the shoulder straps of the sundress Bada was wearing and left a deep kiss on her upper chest.

“The person who can do this kind of thing here is me.”

After removing his lips, he stared intently at Bada’s chest. She had already gotten a tan along her bikini line from the sun.

Because of this, the parts not exposed to sunlight looked particularly whiter.

His Adam’s apple moved greatly. Soon his fingers slid along the suntan line.

“Sexy.”

“Didn’t I get too much sun?”

“No. It’s pretty like cappuccino color.”

“…”

“And it tastes as good as cappuccino too.”

He sucked on her upper chest as if he was really tasting coffee.

“…Mmh.”

It felt as if hot marks were left wherever River’s lips touched.

When she looked down, she could see him lowering his long eyelashes and moving his red tongue.

It was an excessively sensual act to do in broad daylight.

He, who had been frantically tasting her chest, removed his lips and said.

“There’s something I want to try.”

“Hm?”

He reached toward the side table and brought sunscreen. After opening the cap and squeezing sunscreen onto his index finger tip, he drew a heart shape on her shoulder.

Seeing the heart, Bada’s ears turned pink. Just like a girl receiving her first love confession.

“What is this?”

“If we leave it like this, only the heart mark will remain and the surrounding skin will tan in the sunlight. Like having a tattoo.”

“But it’s not a real tattoo. This will disappear someday.”

“That’s not true. It may seem to disappear on the surface, but traces of sunburn remain deep beneath the epidermis.”

He seemed to want to leave marks on her body showing that Bada belonged to him.

Bada silently stared at his excessively beautiful face.

It was strange.

Sometimes when looking at that face, she felt as if she was recalling wistful memories.

Was it because of the first love atmosphere emanating from his face?

She lowered her gaze and stared at the sunscreen mark on her shoulder.

Heart-shaped.

It felt like an illusion of receiving a love confession from him.

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Late dawn.

Bada opened her eyes to the sound of rough waves coming through the window.

Suddenly, goosebumps rose all over her body from the cold wind coming from the air conditioner.

“Ah… it’s cold.”

As she fumbled around looking for the remote to lower the air conditioner temperature, she found the space next to her empty.

“…”

River was gone.

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