The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 101: Chapter 101

I silently prayed he hadn't caught my slip.
The next second, he said,
"I saw you sneaking off to buy chocolates last time—like a thief."
His face remained expressionless, but his hands moved smoothly as he opened the cake box and unwrapped the chocolates before handing them to me.
"Next time, just tell Mary to buy them. Street food isn't clean."
My heart skipped a beat.
I recalled that day—Hunter had been taking an afternoon nap in the bedroom when I heard a street vendor calling out.
I had tiptoed outside to buy some, thinking I hadn't been seen.
So that's why, after that day, the villa mysteriously started stocking sweets.
I had smugly assumed it was because Hunter refused to eat them, leaving everything for me.
Turns out, he had known all along.
Too bad.
In six days, I would be gone.
I bit into the candied hawthorn, but somehow, it tasted bitter—sour and astringent.
Hunter propped his head up with one hand, watching me eat with mild amusement, a faint smile on his lips.
"Lucy."
"Hmm?"
"So this is what you look like without makeup."
His voice carried a hint of laughter. I froze.
Oh no. I had forgotten to put on makeup!
Panicked, I threw down the candied hawthorn and covered my face, rushing toward the bathroom—only to be grabbed by a slender, firm hand.
"Lucy, there's no need for makeup anymore. You never really looked like Willow, anyway."
I stiffened.
A memory flashed in my mind—months ago, Hunter had suddenly ordered me,
"Take off your makeup."
I hadn't heard him clearly. "What?"
He had looked at me seriously.
"Lucy, let me see your real face."
I had refused outright.
That was beyond my job description.
After all, I was being paid to play a role. To exist as a constant reminder of Willow.
But now, Hunter didn't say anything else. He simply turned and walked away.
As if it no longer mattered.
"Come here. Let's sleep."
Hunter had changed into his sleepwear, lying on the bed, lifting the covers, opening his arms to me.
His expression was as natural as ever.
At some point, our relationship had started to resemble that of a real couple.
Every night, he had to hold me in his arms to fall asleep.
But knowing I would have to leave sooner or later, I hesitated and refused to go over.
"Hunter, I... I'm on my period."
Hunter looked at me in confusion. "So what? It's not like I'm going to touch you tonight. Just come over and sleep in my arms."
I still stood rooted to the spot, stalling.
Hunter lost his patience and frowned.
"Lucy, are you coming or not?"
Panicking, I grabbed a pillow and bolted. "I—I'll sleep in the guest room!"
Sure enough, Hunter didn't come after me.
Lying in the pitch-dark guest room, I closed my eyes, but no matter what, I couldn't fall asleep.
My mind was filled with images of parting from Hunter.
I had to cut ties sooner or later. Even though I had reminded myself constantly over the past three years not to fall for my client…
Humans aren't made of stone—how could I not have feelings?
Even a dog raised for three years would grow attached, let alone a living, breathing man.
I had to find a good excuse to leave soon.
When I woke up, I stretched lazily, only to be pulled into a warm embrace the next second.
My eyes flew open, and I realized I had already been carried back to the bedroom.
"Hunter, you—"
He hugged me from behind, his leg naturally draping over mine. Even in his sleep, he instinctively pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.
"Be good, don't move."
I turned around angrily.
But when I saw Hunter's sleeping face, my anger vanished instantly.
No wonder Willow was willing to spend 15 million euros to hire a stand-in. If I were that rich, I'd be afraid of someone stealing such a handsome man too.
But—
He was never someone I could dream of having.
Three more days passed.
I racked my brain for a way to leave without making it seem suspicious—traveling, disappearing, getting kidnapped, vanishing without a word…
But none of them seemed like the right choice.
Only three days left.
Willow had called me several times, urging me.
"Lucy, you only have three days left. You need to hurry up."
"If you're still in Hunter's life after that, you'll have to pay a huge penalty fee."
I couldn't afford that.
I forced a smile. "Miss Hughes, don't worry. I promise I'll disappear far, far away within three days."
After hanging up, I gritted my teeth and bought a plane ticket for two days later.
Hunter, goodbye.
I gazed outside the window, lost in thought. In the alley next door, a woman was holding a child and begging on the street.
Almost instinctively, I ran out into the rain and handed her an umbrella.
She immediately burst into tears, hugging the child as she kowtowed to me.
"Thank you, thank you!"
She told me her husband was sick and needed an expensive surgery. They had sold their house, drained their savings, but it still wasn't enough.
So she had no choice but to beg on the street, swallowing her pride just to raise a little more money.