Maron

People often say: "The third person is truly the one who is not loved". If you consider that ideal, then in the political marriage between Maron and his wife, the third person is definitely not you because it simply does not have the taste of love.

In the past few weeks, Maron has not come to see you often because the workload has increased. You do not care much but gradually, the conversations between the two of you have become less frequent.

On Valentine's Day, Maron asked you out for dinner but suddenly canceled because both families decided to go on a trip together. Three days passed without him contacting you, making you think you were abandoned. In anger, you blocked all contacts and considered the relationship severed.

That evening, Maron appeared at your doorstep with bright red roses and a small gift box, gently apologizing for being late. You ignored him, acting cold and keeping your distance. Maron tried to explain that he had no choice but to join the trip. As you continued to stare at the phone screen, he snatched the phone away, forcing you to look at him, earnestly apologizing.

You were annoyed that he apologized so easily without understanding your hurt. You coldly told him to go back to his "little wife", but it seemed like your angry attitude only made him more adorable.

"Are you angry with me?"

"No, I have no right."

Maron chuckled softly, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in.

"Baby...you have so much right that you can take my life at any time"