The Wedding Maze
WM-2 |LIVE WITH|

Never before has the shadow of a woman occupying the same room as him, although he used to suppose that Amora would be at his side when opening her eyes in the morning. But that was before. Yes, in the past, when Winter just started a relationship of being lovers with a beautiful woman named Amora.

But now, in fact, the woman he saw was a girl ten years younger than him, sitting on a large bed. Winter paused the step that was about to step out of the bathroom for a moment, noticing how the girl named Snow White was so enthusiastically focused on the device on her palm.

I can draw. The sentence successfully flashed in Winter's memory, making him have to pay attention to the serious face of Snow who was doing his job.

However, in the next second Winter did not want to be hard-earned to withstand the embarrassment if he was caught paying attention, he said, Winter chose to walk again while ruining his wet hair with a small towel and a body wrapped in a dark gray bathrobe.

Finding the man with the status of her husband was done with the bathroom business, Snow pressed the save button on the screen of the device, then turned off and placed it on the nightstand that was not far from reach.

“It's done?” ask Snow. He just didn't want any awkward atmosphere between them, Snow didn't like that kind of situation.

“Eum...” Winter replied briefly as he walked towards the walk in closet which is one meter from the bathroom.

Snow glanced at the elegant-looking dark room, then jumped down and followed Winter.

“What are you doing here?” winter asked as she found Snow standing on the side of the sliding door slightly open.

When asked why they decided to stay in the same room, the answer is simple. They do not want to bother moving things if suddenly their parents visit. And yes, they've also talked about the deal in bed.

Ah, he meant about how their region of motion was divided while sleeping in bed. Winter sparked the idea, and Snow only agreed to the sounding proposal that would not do him any harm.

Then Snow took two more steps through the door, observing the fresh Citrus-scented room with a sparkling look.

“Self who designed this room?”

Winter turned a glance, then took out a nightgown suit from a hanger neatly lined up in front of him.

“Of course, why?”

Snow walked again, this time more steps until he reached a drawer containing a collection of Winter watches. From his observation, the price of the watch is on average above the price of one of the latest sports motorcycles.

“No, I just asked!”

Winter escapes her bathrobe without hesitation, as Snow is on her back at the moment. He moved a little quickly, with the aim that the girl would not catch him bare-chested. Snow has not been properly confronted with the sight of Shirtless—.

Snow turned around with a slightly surprised look, he didn't even know when Winter changed his clothes.

“What?” suhut Winter's a little tart. Winter doesn't like the way Snow calls her. According to him, Snow was too spoiled and Winter really did not like spoiled girls.

“Why would you marry me?”

The choice of inappropriate topics, Winter frowned when looking at Snow who was now walking closer to the drawer containing a collection of tie various motifs of his.

“Then, what answer do you expect to come out of my mouth?” winter replied sarcastically. From the beginning he did not want to be friendly with Snow.

Snow pulled back his palm that almost touched the glass drawer box cover made of thick wood and elegant dark brown, clenching his palm slowly when he heard the answer Winter gave him. Then he smiled when he found Winter staring at him.

“I just asked, Sister Winter did not answer nor is it okay.”

Winter took his bathrobe, which was loosened on the floor, and then draped between his arms and elbows.

“Do not expect anything from this relationship!” winter's assertiveness, attracting the attention of Snow who suddenly found a pair of women's shoes also lined up among Winter's shiny shoe collection.

“So I have a lover?”

Winter's riveted. His steps that were almost away from the room were forced to stop when he heard Snow's question which suddenly greeted his shadow. He turned his head and found Snow still looking at the shoe rack under his expensive coat hanger.

There is no other choice, cover is also free, one day Snow will definitely know and question it to him.

“Ya!” the answer was short, with a smile at the end of his bitterly imprinted lips, making Snow instantly turn towards Winter and watch him late. “And we are still in touch to date!”

Snow had a successful freeze, his lips were twisted, and his throat was choked because he felt that he really shouldn't have accepted the matchmaking offer a month ago. She slightly regretted her decision, she felt herself now a wicked woman who could snatch a man from her lover.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have accepted this wedding offer.”

The nerves on Winter's body seemed to tighten, as if, his jaw tightened considering the intense quarrel he had with Amora when he told her of the ridiculous decision to leave the woman he loved so much for a bond he certainly did not want.

“Yes, you shouldn't have taken the foolish decision that broke a woman's heart! You're a bad girl, Snow!”

For some reason, Snow felt his heart being torn apart. His pride seemed to be plunged and trampled at the same time when he heard Winter's speech. But Snow wanted to keep smiling. He doesn't want to look pathetic. And he will always be, wearing back the mask that has been making himself comfortable in lies for himself. True, the innocent and obedient Snow is himself, and will always be like that.

“Sorry...If I make sister Winter have to be stuck living together with me in a marriage bond that you absolutely do not want!”[]