Taesan's POV
I carry my precious treasure into the house while the dogs bark.
I could ask my men to silently dispose of them and Seoha wouldn't know anything about it, but I don't want to break his trust.
Trying to be a good man is fucking hard.
I'm not a good person. I don't think of flowers, love and reconciliation. I think of murder and bloodshed.
Junho needs to make their life hell. Beating the men up and roughing the woman up isn't enough for me. I need to see an obituary.
"What are you thinking about?" Seoha asks in that sweet voice and I draw a sharp breath.
Fuck.
I'm on my honeymoon.
"Puppies" I lie and place him in my nest.
"Puppies? You like dogs too?" he asks cutely and I shudder. No, I don't like dogs, and I especially don't like that Seoha likes dogs.
"Are you hungry?" I ask the irrelevant question to distract him and he shakes his head.
"You just gave me food. Are you trying to fatten me?" he asks with round eyes and I chuckle at how cute he is.
