My Lover's Personality is a Little Strange

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"My clothes are all wet......."

"Cherney."

At that time, a friendly voice intervened between the two.

"Leo!"

The woman looked back at the man with a big smile.

Theodore turned his head after the woman.

Then he saw a handsome man with golden hair and golden eyes that resembled the sun approaching them.

Theodore somehow knew who that man was.

Leobrante, the Guide of Light.

Theodore remembered his mother's family for a moment.

"Leo, look at this. Tenebris is a little weird today."

"Oh, my, Tenebris is soaking wet. What's going on, man?"

The man listened to the woman in a gentle manner.

The woman explained to the man.

While staring at the two people talking in a friendly way, he suddenly made eye contact with the man.

'......?'

For a moment, Theodore's eyes frowned.

This is because he felt subtle hostility in the eyes of the man looking at him.

'What?'

Theodore sent the same deadly stare at the man.

He felt bad and unpleasant.

Soon the man smirked and whispered something to the woman's ear.

At that moment, the woman turned to Theodore with a hot blush.

"I have to go with Leo for a while, so don't wait for us."

And the two people walked away.

Although she told him not to wait, there was nothing else to do.

So Theodore waited for the woman and got bored.

But even after a long time, the woman didn't come.

Until Theodore's wet clothes were all dry.

'What are they doing? Why aren't they coming back?'

Theodore was a little annoyed and walked in the direction where the two disappeared.

Then he found two people in the distance and stopped.

He could see the man trying to ingratiate himself with the woman by giving her flowers.

'That punk...'

It was when he was about to interrupt the two with a sudden surge of displeasure.

"Uh......"

A low exclamation came out of his mouth.

The two people were kissing.

His heart sank coldly.

'No, she's not Yves. It's not Yves.'

Theodore tried to deny it.

'I just went back in time in the past, and that woman is not Yves......'

But he knew instinctively.

That woman was Yves.

There was no way he could not recognize Yves.

'Yves... It's Yves. It's definitely Yves.'

The moment he admitted it, confidence inflated in size.

That woman in front of him kissing another man is Yves.