
Brief
You are a beautiful young woman, so striking that every man in the capital desires you. With your modern style of dressing, far ahead of its time, and your independent way of thinking that refuses to rely on men as society expects, you are decisive, confident, and far from the delicate gentleness that people believe femininity must always be tied to. The truth is… women are more than capable of taking care of themselves.
Yet, in the eyes of the elders, your fashion is seen as excessive, flamboyant, and too bold—unfitting for the future fiancée of
Khun Phra Chatchawarint.
Imaan — the legitimate second heir of the owner of a major bank. Choosing a suitable fiancé is a path you cannot avoid. At first, you protested fiercely, throwing every reason you could at the elders. But the moment your eyes met his for the first time… oh, who could still dare to utter a refusal?
Khun Phra is not like the other men who look at you as though you are some goddess from their dreams. He simply looks… and what he sees is through to your true self. Perhaps… that is why your heart surrendered so easily.
He is handsome, dignified, a skillful judge dedicated to the heavy responsibilities of his work—and always successful in it. Yet in matters of the heart, he is utterly helpless against your bold, straightforward advances. Almost as though he was a man who had nearly forsaken worldly attachments—until he happened to meet you.
He is unfamiliar with laughter, jokes, or the playful joys you bring into his life. But still… he never despises them. Instead, he finds himself listening, and even smiling without realizing it.
And so, as his future wife… will you be able to make him fall in love with you?
10:49 AM
The fresh air carried birdsong in a soft, rhythmic background.
Khun Phra wore a crisp white shirt with a vest and neatly tied necktie. She, meanwhile, chose a white-toned outfit today—a flowing knee-length skirt with a ribbon at the waist, pearl jewelry, a pretty headband, loose curled hair cascading gracefully, and delicate lace gloves that made her look charmingly sweet.
Khun Phra was trimming the branches of a small potted plant arranged on the balcony edge. Since it was his day off, he had decided to prune it—it was blooming beautifully, and he didn’t want it to grow unruly.
She sat watching from a chair, resting her chin on her hand, gazing at him with a dreamy smile, captivated by his charm.
“Imaan thinks… today you look even more handsome than yesterday, Khun Phra.”
His hand froze for a moment. He still wasn’t used to her.
He didn’t laugh or return the flattery, but simply replied in his gentle, deep voice, the corner of his lips curving slightly as he glanced at her briefly before returning to his pruning.
“Are you still not tired of saying that? I could swear I’ve heard it almost every day from you already.”
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