I Will Marry You (I'll Marry You)
Disputes

Feeling safe in his room, a sobbing that he had been holding back instantly came out of his mouth. Sitting limply leaning against the door of the room that closed he lamented his fate.

Is this the end of the wedding? There is no chance for him to fix his relationship with Mark. But should Mark betray him like this? So low was she in the eyes of her husband that she dared to play with her servants in the house they lived with.

How many times he thought this was not true. He did not deserve such humiliating treatment. Not once did he do what Mark had accused him of all this time. So why would he have to hide in his room while crying like a fool like this.

He should have just hit the two twos*t that had made him suffer like this.

Rise to his feet, he wiped the tears that soaked his cheeks violently. With determination, she opened the door to her room and rushed to the room where her husband was.

He will show his irritable husband*knya that he is not a stupid wife who will only be silent when she knows her husband is cheating in front of his face.

Standing right in front of Mark's room door, he took a deep breath before finally opening the door by slamming it to the side and making a loud noise.

"What's this?" markus asked who had woken up from his sleep without any clothes covering his body, except for the shorts covering his lower body. "Who's there?"

The room was very dark, not a single light illuminated the room. Walking towards the switch, he turned on the lights in the dark room.

"Who do you expect? Jal*ngmu's servant?" her lips, cross-seeking looked at her husband coldly. "How messy is your bed. Well, no wonder considering the activity you just did."

"If you're here just to comment on my bedroom, you better go back to your bedroom" said Markus wryly, laying his head back on his pillow. "I need sleep now."

Just closing his eyes, Markus was shocked when he felt the pillow under his head being pulled away from him, causing his aching head to grow dizzy as his head jolted against his soft mattress.

Snarling annoyed she turned to face Amy with a beavering face.

"Why? Did you run out of energy after playing with your jal?" hardiknya, before Mark could scold him.

"What are you talking about? My head hurts, so don't you add to it by saying something that makes me not understand" Markus grumbled as he patted his hair.

"You just fucked your servant, Berengs*k!" his screams while hitting Mark blindly with a pillow in his hand as strong as possible. "Boom*t you, Mark, you're such a dog*n."

Fending off the barrage of attacks from Amy, Mark swiftly snatched the pillow Amy held from her hand.

"Calm down, Amy! I'm not fucking anybody!" markus snapped, holding both hands of Amy who could not stop beating him. "What did you actually see until you misunderstood this?"

"Don't kink. I've seen it with my own eyes" she growled, trying to escape her husband's grasp.

"What do you see? Explain it to me."

"Fuck you, Mark, I don't have to explain anything I see! You know what I mean very clearly."

"Explain, Amy," Mark's orders were firm.

Gritting her teeth, Amy glared furiously at her husband who was pretending to be innocent. "Delilah. I saw him come out of your room with an indecent appearance. You're satisfied, huh?"

"Listen to me, Amy, whatever you saw just now isn't–"

"I told you to stop kinkling!" seems fierce.

"I'm not kink! I didn't do what you're accusing me of" Markus said. 

Amy grunting. Not one bit of her husband's bullshit.

"Now you're pretending not to remember his name," he muttered mockingly.

"–but I wasn't in my room at the time" Markus continued, ignoring his taunts. "Actually I was just about to go to sleep when you barged into my room like a fidelity. So in conclusion you've misunderstood."

As Markus explains his misunderstanding, Amy's initially tense body begins to slacken. Slowly he relaxed. No longer so angry as before. Judging from Mark's facial expression, she could see solemnity in her husband's gray eyes

Even so, of course, she still does not fully believe the explanation of her husband. But at least that explanation eased his anger a little. Because maybe he was wrong.

And if that's true, it means who the jal*ng was making out with in her husband's room. Has he missed anything?

Damnit. I shouldn't have just walked away. So that way he can know for sure who exactly has made out with Delilah.

Being preoccupied with her thoughts, she suddenly felt the sound of her husband's breathing turning into hunting. Even he could feel the room instantly turning quite cold.

Glancing at her husband, she choked when she realized what had caused her husband to suddenly become very quiet. It was not the air in the room that made her cold, but rather her sleeping robe had been opened from her ties so that her body was clearly emblazoned in the thin nightgown she was wearing.

Apparently, all this time they had been fighting the ties of his sleeping robe had been opened without him noticing.

"Le. Let go of me," she asked weakly, seeking the umpteenth time to escape her husband's grasp.

"Looks like it's going to be hard" said Mark hoarsely, his eyes never once turned from the transparent view of his nightgown.

"I'm not done with Delilah's problem, Mark." Her voice sounded just as hoarse as her husband. "I still don't believe your explanation."

"I see so."

"We'll talk about this again tomorrow. Now we better get some sleep."

"Yes, sleep is what we need right now."

"I mean sleep in our own rooms!" he panicked, his heart pounding in his chest.

As if conscious of something he shouldn't have said, Markus quickly removed his grip from Amy's hand. He deliberately turned his face away from Amy.

"Of course that's also what I mean." Mark shook his hand. "Tomorrow I'll solve this problem. So sleep quietly in your room."

"Not 'me', but 'we', Mark. Catch that. It's both of us, "the correction's not happy.

"Whatever. Now get out of my room" Mark impatiently pushed.

"Good night."

"I hope you'll never again wander around in that thin nightgown in this house. It could kill me."

Stopping right by the door, Amy looked back. "What did you say, Mark?"

"If you're afraid I'm doing something you're accusing of, you can lock me in from the outside" cried Mark to answer.

The sound of the door slam was the answer Markus got on his suggestion.