"You just got married, you'll understand soon enough. Disobeying your wife's orders means the end of your peaceful days."
Kurt stood frozen, frowning in deep thought.
How many strands?
He had never actually counted!
Inside the bridal suite.
Luella patted her chest, looking incredibly smug. "How about that? Am I a genius at coming up with questions or what?"
Coralie's mouth twitched slightly as she muttered, "Luella, do you hold a grudge against Kurt?"
"No, not at all."
Luella held up a finger and wagged it. "Making things a little difficult is the only way to teach him that a good wife isn't easy to get."
Ebony Fox stared at the screen, feeling nervous for Kurt.
"Aww, already feeling sorry for him?" Luella laughed. "Don't worry, we won't torture your dear husband for too long."
"I'm not."
Ebony Fox looked away, a faint, blissful smile touching her lips.
Right at that moment.
Kurt's voice echoed through the television, "I know the answer."
Ebony Fox immediately looked up, and Luella looked baffled. "He knows?"
"Don't tell me Kurt is actually creepy enough to have counted her hair while she slept."
Ebony Fox pressed her lips together and didn't answer.
That idiot often did inexplicable things after she fell asleep.
Who knew if he actually had done it.
"How many!"
Jimmie stood with his hands in his pockets, staring at Kurt with a half-smile.
The men of the Schwartz family were all reincarnated foxes—every single one of them was cunning.
"153,152 strands."
Kurt, clutching his bouquet, looked dead serious and delivered the answer with absolute confidence.
"Whoa—"
The surrounding guests gasped in amazement. He actually knew that?
Jimmie narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Kurt, trying to figure out if that string of numbers held any truth.
"Didn't catch that. Say it again."



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