On their wedding night, her retired soldier husband refuses to share a bed. He throws down his bedding and tells her, “We’ll each live our own lives. Stay out of mine.”
The original owner is so thin-skinned she dies of anger, and a private-dining restaurant owner takes over her body.
She doesn’t cry or make a fuss. She forages for wild greens and makes a life sweeter than anyone else’s.
Until a torrential downpour collapses their shabby house, leaving the two of them alone, squeezed onto one bed.
She steels herself: Go for it!
After one night together, the cold, tough man is completely smitten. He works hard by day, clings to her by night, and refuses to leave.
“Who was it that said we’d live separately?”
“...That’s off. You made the first move, so don’t even think about running away from me for the rest of your life.”
