I woke up reincarnated into a novel I vaguely remember reading. Apparently, I’m destined to become the villain’s fiancée in the near future—but honestly, that fate might change depending on how I live my life now.
“My perfect man? Tall—at least 190 cm—handsome, filthy rich, a noble with a title no lower than Count, and someone who won’t get a beer belly even in old age!”
But before I could even start husband-hunting, I somehow ended up saving the male lead’s life. And just like that, my plans for a peaceful, easygoing life went completely off the rails.
“I’m sorry, but Ariel told me she can’t look away because I’m the most beautiful and handsome man in the world.”
“Excuse me? I said that?”
“F-Forgive my boldness! Please forget my marriage proposal!”
“Hey, no! Wait a second—!”
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