I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 25.2

Chapter 25.2

“… You pervert!”

“Didn’t you say we should just pretend? Then just try to keep up with it in front of others. Who knows? Maybe we’ll really fall in love.”

It was even more uncomfortable to see Trish’s face today, smiling with his characteristic bad and sneaky personality, even though he had no intention of doing so at all.

‘Is it because it’s our wedding day?’

I wish I didn’t blush without realizing it. I turned my head to avoid his gaze.

I kicked him in the shin instead of answering, and he took a step back and stared at me, frowning.

I was sure I wasn’t the first woman to treat him like this. He must have had countless women like me.

According to the experience I had gained so far from seeing a lot of romantic fantasy works, it was possible to fix it when it was an ex-boyfriend you regretted, but it was impossible to recycle trash that did not do self-reflection.

So, I shouldn’t be excited that he showed a little consideration or enticement. In the end, I would be the only one to regret it and cry.

Independence after divorce. Let’s just think about that. This marriage is nothing but a process for my splendid single life.

As I walked towards the banquet hall, Trish, who was walking in line with me, naturally took a step forward and interrupted me.

“Are you going outside?”

“I want to take a walk. My head is in chaos because of someone.”

“A new bride can’t walk around on her own. I’m also feeling a little stuffy, so let’s go together.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t follow me!”

My mental state is in a mess right now because of someone!

Despite me yelling in a low voice so that no one would hear, Trish smiled and shamelessly grabbed my hand.

Will I be able to live with this problematic man for one year?

***

After many twists and turns, that worry reached its peak on the wedding night.

The bedroom prepared by the servants was very extravagant for a first night, not just the first night of a newlywed couple.

When I came in after getting ready, Trish had taken off his top and was sitting at the head of the bed drinking wine.

His muscles, which could be faintly seen over his shirt, were clearly exposed now. The moment my gaze was fixed on them, I stopped breathing.

Will I be able to spend the night safely…?

“Did you fall in love?”

“Wh-What?”

“I can feel your deep and blatant gaze. How long will you stand there like a wooden log? Come here.”

‘Ugh…’

He was so quick-witted, even at times like this.

As I reluctantly approached the bedside, Trish looked up at me with a relaxed smile, showing off his shirtless upper body.

His hair was still a little wet since he had washed it not long ago, and the scent of perfume spreading all over his body was the same as mine.

This must have been planned by the others.

I purposely turned my gaze away from Trish’s face because, to be honest, his determined and neat appearance was fatal to my heart.

Except for the male protagonist, who was said to be a wall one couldn’t overcome, Trish’s face was so beautiful that none of the other characters were a match for him.

Trish, who had all his stat points on his appearance, and me, Audrey, an extra who wasn’t particularly noticeable because my stats were mediocre. Maybe it was because of this combination that we were getting along well in the world of a work that had already been completed.

‘Anyway… ah, I’m so embarrassed.’

I sat down next to him, fidgeting with the back of my hand, wondering if my face had turned red.

Trish naturally handed me the wine glass, and I, who needed to feel the intoxication, emptied it at once without hesitation.

“Can you handle alcohol well? Or is it because you’re nervous?”

“Both. Why did you take off your clothes?”

“I’m going to take them off anyway, so why should I be wearing them? And I usually don’t wear anything when I sleep.”

It was information I really didn’t want to know.

I ignored his answer and drank another glass of wine.

As I drank in succession, my head started ringing and my thinking stopped for a moment.

Wasn’t this supposed to not be anything?