The wicked woman is roasting coffee beans again today.

“My ideal type? A quiet man who cooks well.”

It’s unfair enough that I’ve been reincarnated as the villainess in a serialized novel but now my husband and his sister-in-law are having an affair too. Huh, but to be sentenced to death for killing the adulterous couple? This is my third life, and this time, I’m going to get a happy ending!

Lynet, used her dowry and opened a café by emptying her pockets. Thanks to memories from past lives, everything went smoothly. Except for one thing—our regular customer, Cyan.

“What flavor does it taste like?”

“…It tastes like my unforgettable first love who discarded me.”

Excuse me, but you’re not my first love who discarded me. If it were someone else, I would have surely kicked them out, but the more I see him, the more familiar he feels, and my gaze unconsciously drifts towards him.

Moreover, he seems to have a clear understanding of my ideal type, right?

“Since I didn’t know what Lynet likes, I tried making various things.”

Ah, what am I supposed to do when the sight of a quiet man cooking looks sexy from behind!