Chapter 4My Precious Darling

While Jack finished cooking, I finally pieced together the whole story from the stream of comments.

It turns out I was the villainous ex-wife in a historical romance novel.

I was beautiful and thought the world of myself, always dreaming of marrying some rich man and moving to the city to live a life of luxury. But one day, I accidentally fell into the river and was saved by the male lead, Jack.

My body had been seen, and the town gossip forced me to marry him.

But how could a rough country farmer compare to a well-read scholar? I was filled with resentment. I constantly berated and hit Jack, and shamelessly carried on with Arthur. When the affair was exposed, I demanded a divorce, only to be swindled out of all my money by my lover and eventually starve to death on the streets.

I clutched my chest.

That was a close call. I’d almost reached the “run away with another man” part of the plot.

Looking back on the past year, I really had been awful to Jack.

How could I fix this?

I agonized over it until I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror.

Even with a frown, my face lost none of its charm. Every expression was captivating.

The comments confirmed it:

【The side character may be an idiot, but damn, she’s gorgeous.】

【Honestly, with that face and body, if she wasn’t so stupid, the ML would have taken care of her for the rest of his life.】

【Just the sight of her back has him completely mesmerized right now.】

My eyes darted to the side.

Sure enough, in the corner of the mirror, I could see Jack leaning against the doorframe, his gaze locked on my back, as if he couldn't bear to even blink.

I’ve never been shy about using my looks to my advantage.

And of course, I was more than a little curious to see just how “dangerous” Jack really was. After all, his powerful physique was a big part of why I’d married him.

A year of being a widow with a living husband had left me… frustrated.

Today I was wearing a form-fitting top and a pair of dark blue trousers. A simple, common outfit, but on me, it was undeniably sexy. Big bust, tiny waist, and round hips.

I stood up.

In the mirror, Jack’s eyes followed my every move. The look he cast on my back was hot, obsessive.

Then, I casually swayed my hips.

Gulp.

A loud, distinct swallow echoed through the quiet room.

A smirk played on my lips.

Hook, line, and sinker.

I turned to face him. Jack looked flustered, the tips of his ears bright red. The sound of his own gulp had startled him, and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind to cover his embarrassment.

“Honey, the… the food’s ready.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he seemed to realize his mistake. His face went pale.