Good heavens!
“June 16th. Patek’s arrival.”
The last gift Olivia ordered, a wristwatch, was scheduled to be delivered on the Duke’s birthday.
Anne, leaving Olivia’s hair to maid Marie, looked at Olivia, pondering whether to tell her this fact. Marie spoke first.
“I know a quick designer who can help.”
Olivia, to clear up a misunderstanding, had a conversation with Marie and agreed to keep her on the condition that she only assists when requested.
“Can we meet them?”
“Of course. I’ll send someone as soon as day breaks.”
“But even if they’re fast, isn’t it too tight with the ball being the day after tomorrow?”
Anne asked worriedly.
“If it’s them, it’s possible.”
Marie confidently assured.
The next day, the highly trusted designer, as assured by maid Marie, stormed in like leading a battalion into enemy territory.
“Hello, Miss Blanche. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
A woman wearing a slightly tilted hat adorned with vibrant peacock feathers greeted Olivia. She quickly scanned Olivia from head to toe, her gaze traveling down to the delicate ankles, then swiftly meeting Olivia’s eyes.
“Perfect.”
The woman, introducing herself as Madame Laureen, pulled her brightly painted lips into a glamorous smile.
“Now, shall we start by taking off your clothes?”
The lazy morning sky turned to rain in the afternoon.
A black carriage, called by the Crown Prince, entered through the red-budded horse chestnut trees, getting drenched in rain.
Morris, who had been pacing anxiously by the window, quickly descended to greet Duke Johan Leopold returning from the Lyden Palace.
On days he had to deliver bad news, and especially when it was raining, Morris dreaded it. Duke Johan notoriously disliked rainy days, often being in a foul mood.
In other words, Morris was about to pour oil on fire.
After a deep sigh, Morris saw the carriage pass through the main gate and, along with the butler, went out to the porch.
“Welcome back, Your Grace.”
Duke Johan, stepping out of the carriage, nodded briefly and entered. Morris, walking beside him, observed his mood. He was visibly angry.
Whatever had been discussed with the Crown Prince, it was clearly not good.
Morris waited for a better moment to report. There was a saying, it’s better to be hit by the whip first.
“Speak.”
But the astute Duke Johan didn’t give him such luxury.
“I’ve been denied permission by the Lyton City Council.”
The footsteps echoing in the high-ceilinged hall suddenly stopped. As expected, Duke Johan’s expression became more threatening.
“The reason?”
His deep voice spread through the space, mingled with the rain.
“It’s complicated.”
“Is Lanslot involved?”
“Yesterday, there was a meeting with the Mayor of Lyton. I’ll provide the details in the office.”
Edgar Lanslot would not let a Leopold Hotel be built in the heart of Lyton, just as Johan had done.
Johan lifted his head.
His gaze slowly traversed the beautiful frescoes on the high ceiling, the giant chandelier, its crystals scattering the light. His irritation seemed to multiply.
‘Kranz Princess will be received by you. Don’t make a lady wait. Johan.’
The face of Christian, smirking in the palace reception room earlier that day, aggravated his annoyance further.
“Johan! Help me! If my betrothal with Agent breaks, I’ll end up beside my father’s grave. Johan, we are brothers. Please help me!”
That scoundrel.
It had only been three years since the scandal with Olivia Blanche broke out, and he came crawling on all fours, begging for help.
Back then, I needed the title, so I accepted his filthy proposal, but now, not so much.
The insistence of Christian was becoming a nuisance. It wasn’t feasible to get married like a prize horse being sold off.
Indeed. I made the divorce too easy.
The desperation in his sky-blue eyes reminded me of my desperate wife, always yearning only for me, a pitiful and wretched woman.
Joining the Prince’s farce and receiving Great Hill Ducal Palace as part of the bargain was meaningless as I roamed around aimlessly. Just as I was about to ascend the central staircase with the red carpet, I stopped again.
“What’s that?”
My cold voice made Morris look up at the gallery stage. It was where the portraits of Duke and Duchess Leopold used to hang.
But now, there were two handsome men with neatly combed bright blond hair and dignified eyes looking down at us.
My father, the previous Duke of Edinburgh.
“That is…”
As the butler began to speak, Diane approached briskly with the sound of her heels clicking, interrupting him.
“You’re back.”
Her face flushed, she bore a smile befitting the lady of this house.
It’s been over a month since the divorce.
The portrait of Olivia Blanche, boldly hanging on the central staircase, was clearly inappropriate.
No matter how stunning her beauty, there was no reason for her portrait to hang beside Johan Leopold’s anymore.
“Let’s hang this instead.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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