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Light coming from the window from her terrace wake the blonde heiress from her slumber. Looking a bit disoriented about her unfamiliar surroundings, Dara turn her still-sleepy eyes from her left to right after sitting up on her bed. She sighed remembering what happened these past few days. The condition of her mother's will. Choosing Kwon Jiyong – ehem the arrogant and domineering and handsome young man – as her temporary husband. The fake wedding. Meeting three of Jiyong's close friend and relatives. Everything slowly sink-in on Dara's head. She sighed again before throwing her back to her pillow and stared at the ceiling of her four-postal bed.

Then she heard a knock on her door. She groaned before crawling off her bed, grabbing the silky robe and walking towards the door to answer god-who-knows that's trying to wake her up.

"Yes?" Dara asked when the door of her room revealed Chae Won, Jiyong's long time maid and according to her husband the one who takes care of him since birth and he now considered her as his mother. Remembering their conversation last night, the beautiful blonde lady unknowingly pouted.

Dara was preparing to get some sleep. The long drive from Seoul to Busan added the fact that she's still mad about Jiyong's taking advantage of her, Dara felt real tired. After her shower, beneath the shower robe she wears practically nothing after removing the towel around her head; the blonde lady seated in front of red mahogany dresser with round mirror and started to dry her blonde hair using the hair blower when suddenly the connecting door between her room and Jiyong's room opened revealing him wearing only his short while his t-shirt is on his left grip. Dara gasped and stared at Jiyong's Adonis-like upper body through his reflection on the round mirror. Dara's grip on her blower tighten a little but she blinked when she saw his playful smirked, blushing in deep red Dara gave a sullen look at her husband and drag her eyes back to her own reflection and continued to dry her hair pretending to be unaffected from her husband's well-proportioned body.

"Don't you know how to knock?" she casually said trying to look busy drying her blonde hair.

"Why? You're already my wife." He answered after sitting on the mattress of her bed staring at her making the heiress feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Temporary wife, don't forget about that." She said placing the blower down and taking the brush on the dresser.

A small smile crossed Jiyong's lips still keeping his eyes on the blonde lady. Dara felt her heart's pace accelerating but still she maintained her stoic expression pretending to be unaffected from her husband's stares.

"Didn't Chae Won teach you anything?" she meant it as a joke but it was too late to explain when she saw her husband's face darken.

"Why were you so cold towards Chae Won and Sohee?" he asked, his tone is obviously suppressing his anger. Dara rolled her eyes irritated that he's too blind to see that Chae Won and Sohee were also cold towards her.

"Can't you see that they're not that eager to meet me as well? Why do I have to be warm to someone when they clearly don't like me especially that Sohee?" Dara casually answered.

"Sohee was my childhood friend along with Sulli and my cousin Jaejoong and Chae Won's the one who take care of me since birth and I considered her as my second mother."

"Still a hired-help." Dara nonchalantly commented earning a glare from Jiyong, the latter clenched his teeth glaring sharply at the blonde heiress.

"They may be hired-help but they're still human and I'm warning you now Dara I don't want you to act so arrogant in front of my hired-help, you may be high and mighty in your house but not here. You'll have to learn to respect everyone inside this house, hired-help or not." Jiyong hissed before walking back to his own room.

"Dara?" a voice wakes Dara from day-dreaming; the blonde heiress blinked her eyes before focusing it towards Chae Won standing outside her room.

"Sorry, I was – I just remember something. Do you need anything from me?" she asked trying to be polite which shocked her.

"Jiyong said that you might be up by now. I was confused when he said that you're sleeping in the adjacent room of the Master's bedroom."

"I was… We just – have a little misunderstanding last night and that's why I choose to sleep in here."

"Misunderstanding often happened between couple. I'm sure you and Jiyong will be making up later. Come dear, your breakfast is ready."

"Go ahead. I'll be right there. I just need to change my pajamas." The old lady nodded her head at the heiress; Dara closed the door when the old lady walked back towards the stairs.

After taking her morning showers, Dara went to the kitchen where Chae Won prepared her breakfast – a scrambled egg, bacon and orange juice – Dara occupied the chair with a frown on her forehead. "Where's Jiyong?" she asked.

"Sohee was here this morning picking up your husband; I think the buyer of the chicken's here; back in the barn." The old lady answered while pouring second serving of orange juice into Dara's glass. The blonde lady's eyebrow arched after hearing that her husband and his so-called friend. She was bothered about her husband's closeness with Sohee and trying to convinced her inner self that she's not jealous or any form of that uncouth word.

"Jiyong and Sohee are sure close, huh?" Dara said trying to be casual and unaffected. "What is her connection to Jiyong besides from being his close friend?" She emphasize the last word while trying her best to look casual, her hand's playing the egg on her plate. She glanced up at the old lady beside her when she felt her froze so suddenly. Dara shrugged her shoulders. "You don't have to answer—,"

"Everyone thought Sohee will be Jiyong's wife someday, they've been friends since childhood. Their family had a strong bond and wish him to marry her someday."

Dara arched an eyebrow. "Are you disappointed that he chose me instead of Sohee? You don't want me to be his wife." she said with her matter-of-fact tone.

The old lady stared straight at Dara's eyes. "I never said that I don't like you, Dara. I was just surprised when you came yesterday and then he announced that you are his wife." The old lady said before placing the pitcher on the table. "Well one thing's bothering me though; I heard from Jiyong that you're rich and belonged to the high class."

"Are you trying to tell me that Jiyong's intimidated by my fortunes?"

"No, Dara. As far as I know, he's not the one who's going to be intimidated by a rich girl like you. As much as he can, he wanted to support and takes care of his family by his own effort. I'm just worried that someday you're going to be bored in the simple life here and tried to leave the place."

Dara tilted her head to her side and then the blonde heiress suddenly thought of an excuse if ever she and Jiyong wanted a divorce someday, six months exactly.

"If ever that happened, I can always suggest to him to sell this farm and live in Seoul instead." She said and missed the sadness that crossed the old lady's eyes.

"This farm is very important to your husband, Dara; this is the sole inheritance he received from his late mother. It's so sad to hear that you wanted to s