First to catch her eye was the man lounging at the far left. His eyes seemed to hold all the mysteries of heaven and earth—clear, yet impossibly deep. His skin gleamed like flawless jade, and his long, pitch-black hair draped over his shoulders, adding a dangerous, sensual edge. At that moment, he was sipping wine, casting a look of pure disdain in her direction. (Adrian Night, obviously oozing ice-cold charisma.)
Based on what Lana said earlier, the man as cold as snow had to be her 'husband number one'—Adrian Night. Rumor had it that just one look from him could make anyone's heart skip a beat (or stop entirely).
Next, her gaze drifted to the man on the right. His long, dark hair flowed loose down his back like the finest silk, skin so pale and luminous it rivaled fresh snow. Delicate brows framed a pair of wicked, fox-like eyes, and his lips curved in a half-smile that was almost too pretty. If Lana hadn't warned her, Ivy would have sworn this guy was a woman—he was just that gorgeous, prettier than any beauty she'd ever seen. But the silver needles he twirled in his fingers were a dead giveaway: this was her 'husband number two,' Lucian Vane, the resident poison expert.
Then she glanced at the man sprawled in front. His hair was tied up high, long strands cascading smoothly down his back. Suddenly, he looked up and gave her a dazzling, gender-defying smile that made Ivy freeze in place. The abrupt 'clack-clack' of an abacus snapped her back to reality. Yep, this was 'husband number three,' Caleb Miles—the calculating one who never let go of his abacus and refused to take a loss.
Finally, she looked at the man standing at the end. He gave her an awkward smile and slowly got to his feet, his snug white robe outlining his figure perfectly. His hair was neatly tied, and his clear, bright eyes darted around, unsure where to settle. With his straight nose and soft pink lips, he looked so cute that Ivy couldn't help but smile when he blushed under her gaze. This had to be the adorable and shy 'husband number four,' Liam Willow.
Staring at these four ridiculously beautiful men, Ivy couldn't help but swallow hard. Seriously, was this world spoiling her or what? Transmigrate and get gifted four top-tier hotties right off the bat?!
"Um... um, Mother..." Liam Willow stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Mother?" Ivy Shen's brow twitched. Wait a minute—did she really look that old?!
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant—I mean, Wife..." he mumbled, ducking his head, cheeks burning. Calling a woman 'wife' for the first time was seriously awkward!
Seeing this, Ivy couldn't help but smile again. Liam Willow was just too pure and adorable—he blushed just from calling her 'wife.' She teased, "What's up?"
"What else could it be? Obviously, he wants to consummate the marriage!" Caleb Miles drawled lazily, the abacus clicking in perfect rhythm with his nonchalant tone.
"N-no, that's not it! I... I just wanted to ask which husband you'll pick tonight..." Liam Willow's face was now as red as a tomato, hands nervously twisted together like a guilty child.