Following the ripple, the chandelier light shattered on the surface. It also settled like starlight on the wristwatch.
⭐⭐⭐
Ann was back.
Once again, Olivia’s daily life returned to peace.
“My love, even your watch makes me jealous.”
To read that… Embarrassing phrases suddenly came to mind, and although the cheeks burned, he could endure it.
It was entirely her embarrassment.
Whenever that happened, Olivia scolded herself, trying to forget.
Surely, don’t misunderstand that there is lingering regret.
It seemed that would be unbearable.
Let’s not think about it anymore. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think…
“What are you thinking?”
“…Yes?”
A tender voice interrupted Olivia, who was lost in thought.
Startled, she looked at Edgar. His softly curved lips opened.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“Ah… well. It’s nothing.”
The hands, which had stopped cutting the veal sirloin steak, resumed their movement.
Putting down the wine glass slowly, Edgar stared deeply at the woman sitting across from him.
He couldn’t help but be concerned about the birthday gift he couldn’t retrieve.
More precisely, was he thinking about Johann?
“We need to match the competition uniform. Do you have a design in mind?”
Edgar changed the topic.
It was a quiet weekday afternoon at the Dublin Club’s restaurant.
Blue eyes, bathed in the sunlight hitting the deck, began to sparkle.
“I have a design in mind.”
The Dublin Tennis Tournament was now just two weeks away. The weather was gradually getting warmer.
Olivia had vigorously moved for three hours today as well.
The long skirt that reached down to her ankles wrapped around her ankles, and the long-sleeved blouse that reached her wrists made her movements uncomfortable and more tiring.
“Tell me.”
Olivia continued her contemplation without saying a word, then raised her clear eyes.
“…A bit.”
What is she hesitating to say?
Because her pursed lips were cute, Edgar, whose patience had already been long, propped his elbows on the table, leaned forward a bit, and asked.
“A bit?”
“Can it be radical?”
The side view revealed the surface of the deep blue sea reflecting sunlight, sparkling like silver. Edgar’s smile deepened.
Radical.
This summer, the Dublin Championship was expected to heat up even more with Olivia Blanshet’s radical approach.
Without any reason to object, given the substantial profits.
“How radical are you planning to be?”
He readily nodded. At the end of the playful question was a smile.
It was summer. Like the sun that seemed never to set, the woman smiled brightly.
‘Olivia.’
The wind smelling of salt made the woman’s neat hair flutter.
‘No.’
Johann’s voice echoed in his ears.
Is it really impossible? Edgar’s gaze, looking at the woman, became quiet.
If he were to know about his relationship with Johann.
If that happens, he probably won’t smile at me as beautifully as he does now with his selfish smile.
“November 11th.”
“Yes?”
Unusually vivid blue eyes blinked long eyelashes.
“It’s my birthday.”
Edgar smiled.
And the next day, the designer sent by Edgar visited River House.
“…”
Olivia couldn’t hide her confusion.
“It’s been a while, Miss Blanshet.”
A woman wearing a peculiar hat made of peacock feathers, a subtle mix of green and blue, greeted her with a smile.
“How is this different from last year? Am I the only one who doesn’t know?”
Anblin, who was gazing at the mirror intently, asked the designer with dissatisfaction.
Such a dull design. A sigh escaped involuntarily.
The tennis outfit designed by Madam Lauren so far had shamelessly modified only the materials and details from the previous designs, going beyond being pitiful.
“Since there is a lot of arm movement, we emphasize the sleeves with frills to highlight the movements gracefully, using lace, as you can see.”
“To be honest, I don’t like it.”
“Excuse me?”
In response to the straightforward criticism, the designer’s face turned red.
It was a gathering of the princess’s secretaries, maids, and friends.
As a somewhat reputable noble, Meicheon experienced such public embarrassment for the first time.
She had graduated from the Royal Academy of Arts and had even held solo exhibitions as a painter.
Her transition to a designer was due to the persuasion of those around her who suggested trying to create beautiful clothes with her aesthetic sense.
Moreover, everyone with eyes can see how beautiful these clothes are.
Meicheon blinked her eyes only while staring at the skirt hem fluttering like flower petals with subtle movements.
“If you could kindly tell me what you don’t like and give us another chance to work on it.”
“You.”
Her high-toned voice suddenly lowered, and her authoritative gaze stared at Meicheon.
Startled, Meicheon hunched her shoulders and swallowed a dry swallow.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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