Ian Quincy: "Just going out for a walk."
Staying home meant pretending to be a gentleman around her, while his mind was filled with ways to toy with her.
He was about to lose his mind.
He'd even considered just going back to the guesthouse—out of sight, out of mind.
But when he got to the entrance, he didn't want to stay for a single second.
'We share the same body.'
'So why does the other me get a beautiful wife…'
'…while I have to suffer like a monk?'
And so, he came back.
Cecilia Adler suggested, "Why don't we visit your friend, Ronan Shaw? He was sent to the countryside for less than six months before he passed the university exams and returned to the city. He has amazing luck; maybe some of it will rub off on us."
'Cecilia knows Ronan Shaw,' Ian Quincy thought. 'So the note that other guy left must have said he ran into Ronan while Cecilia was with him? In that case, we definitely should pay him a visit.' He smiled. "You think luck can rub off on people?"
"Uh-huh!"
