“Such a pretty face.”
Behind the fluttering fan, the ladies whispered. With a snapping sound that cut through the air, a clear percussion rang out.
“Thirty, love!”
Olivia conceded another point.
“Ugh…”
Olivia wiped her forehead with her forearm and breathed heavily.
She couldn’t focus. She kept locking eyes with Princess Krantz.
Every time it happened, a cold gaze, as if blaming her for that day, flew over and pierced Olivia. Every time, the strength in the hand holding the racket weakened.
There was nothing wrong.
Perhaps Johannes didn’t explain.
Strictly speaking, what happened wasn’t Olivia’s fault.
She was the victim, and inevitably had to spend a night there.
Of course, she knew that these truths wouldn’t bring any comfort to Johannes’ fiancée.
Just like how every unfaithful man and woman would claim that nothing happened, it would sound like an excuse.
Maybe she looked like a woman who still had lingering feelings for her ex-husband.
She was worried about such an absurd misunderstanding.
“Forty, love!”
When Olivia finally came to her senses, the ball hit out after a faulty volley.
Olivia raised her hand and swept the stray hair clinging to her cheek behind her ear.
With her long legs crossed and fists clenched, Edgar calmly stared at Olivia.
Concentrate, Olivia.
Right now, she was showing the worst condition.
Edgar’s gaze slowly passed Olivia and moved to the other side.
He gazed at Anblin, who had transformed from a pitiful protagonist into the embodiment of revenge.
Their gazes collided. The princess sent an overwhelmingly refreshing smile.
It seemed as if she was waiting for his reaction. The bending of her eyes seemed very calculated.
Truly shameless.
After the kidnapping incident, followed by manipulating the tournament bracket, and now even psychological attacks.
She truly was an extraordinary woman.
Even if Olivia focused on the game, Sara Pavlova was not an easy opponent. But the current Olivia…
“Forty, love!”
Olivia, who was being dragged along without energy, eventually conceded the first set. A faint glimmer of energy passed over Edgar’s face.
“Pull yourself together, Han Jian.”
Olivia closed her eyes tightly.
Suppressing remorse and trying to difficultly recall the target of concentration, the figure suddenly turned into Princess Krantz’s radiant face.
Biting her lips, Olivia, with slumped shoulders, turned to the opposite court.
“Pitiful.”
Anblin’s lips gradually curved upward. With lips entirely painted in red, they seemed even redder.
How could she step on the grass of the Dublin Stadium with such skill?
Since she confidently walked out with Anne-Sophie Juvenet, I knew she was truly an unscrupulous woman.
I don’t know for what vanity she started playing tennis, but that was the end of it today.
Thinking of the woman who had nothing but disgrace left, it felt a bit inappropriate, but that was it.
Anblin decided to leave at that point.
Enduring the increasingly hot sun didn’t seem worth staying to watch.
“It seems like the winner is already decided, shall we stop?”
“Let’s go!”
Catherine, who was suffering in the useless weather for the fan, suddenly stood up. At that moment, Anblin, who had been smiling, tidied up her clothes and was about to rise.
“Olivia! Cheer up!”
A woman who stood up in the audience shouted with both hands covering her mouth. The glances filled with impressions focused in that direction.
Olivia’s pupils widened.
It was Bianca Elaine.
She came.
When Olivia and Elaine locked eyes, Elaine waved both hands above her head. The tip of her nose tingled.
Olivia finally smiled brightly.
Grateful and thankful.
The gaze that had lingered on Elaine for a long time slowly swept down through the audience at one point.
Anblin Grace Brite.
She was smiling.
Without taking her gaze off the princess, Olivia bounced the ball gently on the ground.
The next moment, Olivia’s eyes changed as she stared at the ball gripped in her hand like catching a fly.
Olivia took a breath.
She tossed and lifted the ball. Olivia’s back, soaring after hitting the ground with a kick, swirled like a bow.
Bang!
The sound changed.
The start of the second set was Olivia’s counterattack. Her intensely blue eyes sparkled sharply in the sunlight.
“An?”
Catherine called Anblin, who was about to leave.
“I changed my mind.”
As Anblin sat back down, Catherine blinked her large pupils and then turned to look at Irenne.
Irenne, who hadn’t stood up from the beginning, stared at the server without any movement.
Olivia served again.
“Ha!”
The sound of the racket hitting the ball made a noise as it cut through the wind. The fast serve flew over the net without hesitation.
It’s out. A shout!
Russell Junior, who sat nervously next to Edgar, clenched his fist and mumbled into his mouth.
Yeah, that’s it. That’s it.
Well done, Olivia!
Now was the real beginning.
Sara Pavlova reached out. The ball she hit with a slightly twisted wrist wobbled perilously before finally getting caught in the net.
“Thirty, love!”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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