She had a particular fixation on her birthday and needed him. He never understood her and casually ignored her to avoid meaningless arguments.

And now, this woman, at a completely unexpected time and without any reason, attempts suicide, miraculously survives, and then demands a divorce…

Something didn’t add up.

Had there been some change of heart between ordering the dresses and jumping into the lake?

Now, Johann’s curiosity was piqued.

Was it related to Edgar?

If not, there was no reason for her to run to him immediately after leaving Johann’s side.

After quietly observing the invoices for a while, Johann rubbed out his cigar and rang the bell. Shortly after, Morris entered.

“Did you call, sir?”

“Investigate Olivia’s whereabouts on the day of the lake incident.”

“Sir?”

Taken aback by the sudden command, Morris hurriedly pulled out his notebook.

“Every person Olivia met, every letter she received, every detail of her movements.”

Johann’s eyes, heavy with fatigue, conveyed his instructions calmly.

“Everything.”

His angular face turned toward the window. Outside, the sunset was falling over the familiar landscape. Far in the distance, in the middle of a dense forest, the lake shimmered unusually red in the evening light.

Under the clear morning sunlight, the sound of a lime green ball flying over the net echoed throughout the hotel grounds.

“Thinking of it as my husband’s face makes it all the more satisfying.”

Although Elaine had lost the first set to Olivia, her expression was cheerful.

During a short break, the two sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, drinking cool soda water. Olivia crinkled her nose at the sharp scent of lemon.

“When did you start playing tennis?”

Elaine asked while wiping sweat from her forehead.

It was common knowledge that Olivia Blanchett had been confined in an attic until she was sixteen. Her exceptional tennis skills were therefore quite surprising.
Elaine might have asked out of pure curiosity, but Olivia felt as if she had been hit right in the heart.

“After I got married… I often played with my husband.”

It was such an obvious lie that Olivia avoided Elaine’s gaze, fiddling with the rim of her transparent glass.

Unaware of the truth, Elaine simply took her for being modest.

Clearly, rumors and gossip columns weren’t to be trusted. Besides, to achieve such skill by just playing “often” meant she must have a natural talent for tennis.

“Why don’t you try entering the Dumbleton tournament? You’d have no equal.”

The Dumbleton Tennis Tournament was a tradition mentioned in every book related to the British Kingdom, held for forty years since the prince of the Dumbleton royal family first hosted a match at his own tennis club.

“I’ll think about it when my alimony runs out.”

Olivia said, tying her disheveled hair back up.

“Grandma wouldn’t like that,” Elaine joked playfully.

“Let’s go for three sets.”

“Sounds good.”

The two stood up from their bench and moved onto the court. Olivia’s hair, gathered high, swayed at the nape of her neck. It was a cool spring morning, perfect for playing tennis.

It was Olivia’s turn to serve.

From early morning, sounds of spirited calls filled the air. Different from the short, intense cries inherent in men’s competitive nature, these sounds were nevertheless disruptive to a peaceful sleep.

“Ha!”

Edgar’s brows furrowed as he buried his face deep into his plush pillow.

“Ha! Ha! Haa!”

The odd noise seeped into his dark bedroom, tickling his ears.

Who could it be?

Lazy aristocrats weren’t known for their enthusiasm in physical activities early in the morning. And as for the hotel guests, most of them spent nights at the casino.

“Ugh!”

Sounds that couldn’t possibly be human, mixed with cheerful laughter, invaded his space once again.

Damn it.

Giving up on sleep, Edgar sighed and swore as he got up.

The hangover from last night’s drinking felt like his head was splitting in two.

Wearing his robe loosely, he walked over to the offending window. Pulling back the thick curtains, light flooded in. Squinting for a moment, then blinking slowly, Edgar finally opened his eyes.

Behind the ivy-covered red wall, on the sprawling green tennis court, a woman was bouncing like a lively rubber ball.

It was that woman he had been seeing frequently these days, Olivia Blanchett.

Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.

The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…

Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced