Chaotic Nights — Chapter 209. Wedding Dress

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 1/4

“We owe her everything. We’re homeless. Release me…!”

Jihak’s face went blank with shock.

Eunha, who escaped from his embrace, dressed quickly.

Finally, the Great Prince laughed. Although Eunha was quite tall for a woman, in his eyes she only looked like a small animal.

She attempted to distance herself from him, but he compelled her to sit beside him.

“Enter.”

Heein opened the door. She stifled her laughter when Eunha jumped to her feet.

The moment she saw the pairs of shoes at the entrance, she suspected what was going on. However, she hadn’t expected to be treated like an unwelcome guest.

She took Eunha’s hand. Only then did Jihak’s eyes turn to Heein.

“Sister.”

“I need to borrow Eunha for a while.”

“Huh?”

Eunha, who looked at Heein’s hand for a while, remembered something she had forgotten.

She covered her mouth with her hand.

“Has he finished the task?”

“He wrapped up his homework ages ago. It felt like an eternity for him.”

“I made him wait far too long.”

“Shouldn’t you be out searching for a wedding dress? I need to take Eunha with me.”

Jihak was unaware that Eunha was tutoring his nephew in writing. He felt proud of her but was also saddened that she had other obligations.

He couldn’t believe that Heein had interrupted their leisure time.

Jihak, who stood up, stroked Eunha’s hair. Then he pushed Heein’s hand away.

“I’ll handle Zen’s studies. My sister will assist you with the wedding dress.”

“Are you saying you will be the Zen teacher?”

Jihak looked at his sister’s surprised face.

“Now I am a homeless beggar, I must pay the debt I owe my sister. I must do it.”

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Yongi glanced around and put on the clothes hanging on the wall. A blush crept across her pale cheeks as she imagined Yuljae seeing her without clothes.

Outside the door, Yuljae seemed to sense his movements.

“Are you awake?”

Yongi discreetly approached the door.

“Please forgive my poor behavior.”

“May I enter?”

The door opened the moment Yongi took a step back.

Yuljae placed his hand on her forehead with a stern expression.

She remembered the cold hand that touched her forehead when she was unconscious.

“Your fever is down.”

Yongi, who was staring at Yuljae, nodded.

Behind Yuljae, there was a basin with a cloth inside.

She speculated that Yuljae might have been the one taking care of her.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, seeing a disheveled woman. The seductive person with sly red lips was gone.

All that remained was a ragged figure.

When had she changed?