Olivia, amidst the excited onlookers, briefly watched the man.
His forearms, gripping the racket, were solid; her gaze couldn’t help but drift there.
A servant took the racket from the man, who had walked to the bench, gasping for air, and handed him a towel. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with it.
As the man sat down, his friend seemed to hand him a glass.
Lemon slices and clear ice in the glass glistened, and a droplet fell. A man, who had sluggishly approached from the opposite court, grumbled, “The ball’s not hitting right today.”
“Only today?” his friends at the bench jeered.
The men started casual conversations, smoking cigars, while the ladies, their eyes filled with anticipation, elegantly strolled nearby, pretending to take a walk.
Olivia turned to leave, heading towards the main building.
“Johan’s ex-wife, in Litten?”
“That woman?”
Suddenly, a voice caught Olivia’s attention.
“My mother saw her on the boat. At first, she didn’t recognize her because she looked so plain, but upon getting closer, it turned out to be the duchess, accompanied only by her maid.”
“Johan’s wife was a real beauty. Maybe I should meet her.”
“You’re crazy,” the others chuckled.
Their laughter and the strange aroma of wood and sweet chocolate drifted towards Olivia. The conversation turned to her beauty, with remarks like, “It’s rare to find such a beauty with brown hair” and “A slender, deer-like style is better than being blatantly sensual.”
Edgar, amidst the lengthy topic, sipped his whiskey soda leisurely, surveying the scenery with a bored look.
Reaching the greenery near the entrance to the riverside path, Edgar’s gaze suddenly halted.
“Her eyes are beautiful, like that woman’s, so blue. Wait, that woman…”
“Which woman?”
The noisy group suddenly focused on a woman. A whistle broke the air.
“Bingo!”
To their disbelief, it was Olivia Blanchett.
Edgar Lancaster Lancelot’s eyes narrowed.
Underneath a large tree, where light and shadows crossed unrealistically, there she stood – Johan’s wife, the subject of much talk and trouble.
The idle men resumed their noisy chatter.
“Is she just a look-alike?”
“It must be. She wouldn’t come to this hotel if she knew Johan and Edgar. Not after a divorce. Out of loyalty.”
“Why look for loyalty in a divorce? Maybe she’s spiting Johan.”
The men laughed again, raising their glasses in a toast towards her.
Seeing their reaction, a surprised Olivia hastily turned and walked away with her maid, her skirt swaying with her hurried steps.
“I’ve checked the guest list. It’s definitely Olivia Blanchett.”
“Is that so,” Edgar replied nonchalantly, not lifting his eyes from the documents.
Olivia.
He repeated her name, twirling his pen.
Was Johan’s wife always like that?
She was still beautiful, but the pitiable image she had in the Kingdom of Rondos was nowhere to be seen.
More than anything, he didn’t remember the woman he saw before having such eyes.
She had an undeniably beautiful face, a factor that matched Johan’s standards in their marriage conditions.
Had he seen her two or three times?
Even the brief encounters with him left a strong impression, not due to his drunken antics, but because of the woman’s face peeking through her disheveled, deep brown hair.
Especially her dusky blue eyes, as if clouded with ash.
“What do you think her intention is?” Edgar asked his aide, Gerald.
His smile was refreshingly pleasant for someone who had been drinking and playing tennis since noon. The scent of fresh skin added to his crispness.
“Perhaps revenge against her ex-husband?”
“Revenge, huh…”
“Maybe she’s here to make a deal with you, using confidential documents. To hit her ex-husband where it hurts and make a profit.”
“Do you think so?”
Edgar signed the report with a fluid hand, placed the fountain pen back in its holder, and looked up.
“Why else would she come here?”
Edgar’s lips curled up silently.
Such weak tactics didn’t suit her. Her eyes, full of stories, seemed too pure for greed.
Regardless of her reasons, the woman who brought a thrilling jolt to his mundane life wasn’t unwelcome.
“Send an invitation. To Lady Blanchett.”
Whether she held Leopold’s confidential documents or not, Edgar wasn’t particularly concerned.
A night’s entertainment wouldn’t be bad. She was beautiful, after all.
And if it could disturb Johan’s composure, all the better.
“Those men, they seemed to know the Duke?”
“Great Hill’s maids say the Duke studied in Brit. They must have had interactions.”
Olivia tied the ribbon on her nightgown as Anne answered.
“I see.”
Her voice trembled slightly, despite trying to sound calm.
The narrator of the novel was the protagonist, Clara.
Thus, things not of Clara’s interest were unknown to her, including Johan Leopold, who ultimately won her love.
“Those women seemed to fancy him. Did Anne recognize any faces?”
“I’m not familiar with that circle…”
For Anne, reading newspapers or gossip was a luxury. Always shadowing Olivia, she never took her eyes off her.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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