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I died after being leeched off by my family and lover, and then I regressed. The only way to legally and quickly sever ties with them, buy a house, and become independent is— “The government gives you a house just if you get married?!” Marriage, and moving into Newlywed Town. I proposed to Sir Dylan, the perfect knight, half-jokingly. “Will you marry me?” His expression was terrible. All troops, retreat. “I was joking. If you don’t like it, I—I’ll marry Henry.” “Let’s do it as soon as possible, marriage.” I don’t know the reason, but the result is acceptance?! On top of that, this husband is suspiciously nice to me! “I’ve already finished cleaning.” “I made a milkshake. Please don’t skip lunch.” “I’ve prepared a light dinner.” A light dinner with 50 side dishes? He seems to be out of his mind… …? *** Anyway, thanks to earning enough money to buy a house, the time for divorce arrived quickly. But the husband I thought was just an ordinary knight turns out to be a cursed Grand Duke? “This…! Isn’t this a fraudulent marriage?” “There were extenuating circumstances. I will compensate you properly.” My temptation at the word “compensation” lasted only a moment. He roughly gripped my hand and placed it against his chest. “I swear to God, from now on, I will do my best at night, too.” I could feel his thick ribcage and the sound of his rapidly beating heart at my fingertips. Looking deeply into my bewildered eyes, he suddenly whispered, “I will compensate you with my body, so please accept it.” … … Wait, how on earth is compensation supposed to be with a body?!
