I Decide Your Taste

Medea Blackwood ran away the day before her wedding.She stared into the face of the man who’d caught her eye, lost in thought.A handsome man she’d thought was extinct,The world was still a warm place to live, wasn’t it? “So, by the way, do you have a wife……?”“Not married.” A normal person would have been disappointed, “Oh, that’s great! Will you marry me?” Unfortunately, her head was a garden that didn’t cultivate such sane thoughts. * “Wait and see. I’ll make you kneel at my feet and beg me to accept you with those pretty eyes.”“Can you please close that mouth—”“Hmm? My lips?” In the midst of a peaceful life, in search of her lost first love,the notorious head of the capital’s flower...