SUMMERINE GOT TO READINGas soon as she found her way back to her library. Apple pies were no longer the priority. What she needed right now was anymanga,manhwa, and webcomics with a mob boss as the protagonist, and the more titles she could get her hands on, the better.
Let's see.
Summerine used to think she'd be on her phone just like everyone else...if she ever had the chance to own one. Which she didn't while she was still living in her parents' home.
But on the day after her wedding, Ryu had gifted Summerine her own iPhone, and, well...
Social media just didn't have the same hold on her the way it did with other people her age. Shewantedto post photos of herself like others did. She just wished she could give herself a reasonwhy.
But until then...
Thank goodness for search engines!
Mere seconds were all it took for Google to spew out the necessary results, and so far, the blurbs Summerine had skimmed were pretty uniform when it came to describing the male protagonist.
A fictional (naturally) mob boss who was handsome (just like Ryu), wealthy (also just like Ryu),andsecretive (was this hissecretbiography or what?).
But as she went on reading, and descriptions of their respective heroines were then provided...
Oh.
Okay.
Really?
The type of woman they typically fell in love with wasfeisty(unlike her),resourceful(also unlike her), andhuh.
Summerine tried reading a few more blurbs, but they were all the same!
It was always the mob boss falling for the girlfirstand not the other way around.
Which meant...
She just needed to researchmoretitles until she found something that matched her own characteristics.
Right?
Summerine was still busy scrolling on her phone as she came down for dinner, and—-eep!
Her steps crashed to an unexpected halt when she saw her husband already waiting for her in the dining room, and she immediately hid her phone behind her back. She knew she had done nothing wrong. She hadn't meant to stumble into his secret armory. So why was she feeling guilty?
Ryu looked at her curiously. "Everything okay?"
"Y-You're...w-work?" Summerine tried but failed to be coherent in her shock.
"My work finished earlier than expected if that's what you're asking."
"Oh."
"Is something wrong?"
She hastily shook her head. "N-Nothing?"
"And yet you're stammering again."
Summerine knew he had her there, and so she blurted the first excuse that came to mind, which was...
"B-Because I m-miss it?"
