An Incomplete Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“Good morning, Miss Blanchet.”
Morning sunlight pooled in the curving cerulean depths of his eyes.
“Hello.”
As Olivia gave a brief reply, a jet of water shot up from the central fountain in the rose garden.
At the sudden whooshing sound, Olivia’s shoulders jerked slightly before settling back down.
Why did she keep running into this man? Olivia swallowed a sigh inwardly.
She deliberately avoided his gaze and fixed her eyes intently on the hotel’s side entrance.
Please, hurry up, Elaine.
The fountain activated precisely on the hour, starting at eight in the morning—meaning it was already time for her appointment with Elaine, yet she still hadn’t appeared.
Worried someone might pass by, Olivia kept glancing around nervously when the man spoke. Her eyes instinctively turned toward him.
“Let’s sit and wait together. She hasn’t arrived either.”
His crisp smile left Olivia feeling awkward.
He was strangely unsettling—his striking appearance certainly contributed to that.
She wanted nothing more than to turn and leave right then. She would have, if not for her promise to Elaine. After a brief hesitation, Olivia said to Anne,
“Could you go check if something’s happened to Miss Elaine?”
“Yes, Miss.”
Fearing they might miss each other, Olivia reluctantly sat opposite Edgar on the wicker bench. An awkward silence settled between them as a staff member poured lemon water into a glass.
Olivia scanned the surroundings once again. Thankfully, it was still early morning.
“Do you like tennis?”
Only when his gentle voice reached her did her eyes—darting about like a vigilant sentry—finally settle on Edgar.
“I play occasionally when I have time.”
“You played quite well for someone who ‘only plays occasionally.’”
“I suppose I have decent reflexes.”
Olivia, suddenly thirsty for no reason, took a sip of lemon water and set the glass down.
“Who taught you?”
The man, seated with one long leg crossed over the other, rested his elbow on the armrest and brushed his fingertips near his eye as he asked. His skin carried a fresh, crisp scent carried on the breeze.
Just as Olivia swallowed the lemon water, she was seized by a sudden coughing fit. Her face flushed bright red as she struggled to recover.
“…My husband.”
Seeing his thick eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, Olivia quickly corrected herself.
“He arranged a coach for me.”
After all, the Johann Leopold whom both she and this man knew was certainly not the sort to idly play tennis with his wife.
Only then did the man give a small nod.
Relieved, Olivia turned her head toward the garden with the large fountain, avoiding Edgar’s gaze. The rose garden, brimming with spring, was as beautiful as another world.
“Your coach was terrible.”
“Terrible? What do you mean?”
Olivia bristled and shot back.
“Your basic stance is all wrong—wastes unnecessary energy. Don’t you think?”
A faint smile played on his lips as he calmly delivered his slightly mocking assessment.
“I don’t quite understand. The person who taught me was truly an excellent instructor.”
Olivia’s tone was firm. She stared directly at him with unwavering eyes that brooked no argument.
Suddenly, the sound of cicadas on a summer day echoed like a phantom in her ears.
She remembered him—sun-kissed and taut, crisp white polo shirt with the collar standing sharp, short trousers revealing firm calves, leaping high into the sky.
Unrequited love. That fleeting emotion had made her heart flutter—and ache.
She recalled the warmth of her senior’s body brushing against hers as he corrected her posture, her heartbeat thundering so loudly in her ears.
Just thinking of it now made her cheeks flush and her heart race helplessly.
“How about testing just how good that instruction really was?”
It was his teasing voice that pulled Olivia from her memories.
“I don’t play matches where the outcome is already decided.”
Olivia replied curtly, her eyes fixed on the direction Anne had gone, praying she’d return soon. It seemed she’d have to give up using the free tennis court from today onward.
“Just one set. If you win a single game, Miss Blanchet wins.”
Though his voice sounded magnanimous, his expression was decidedly mischievous.
“You should be able to steal at least one game from me—if your teacher was truly that excellent, right?”
Olivia, who had been watching the West Wing entrance in the distance, turned to look at him. It infuriated her how he seemed to expect her to look his way.
“Is it that difficult?”
The man, who had been smiling pleasantly, suddenly chuckled. At that moment, a spark flared in Olivia’s eyes.
“Best of three games.”
The man sitting across from her widened his eyes slightly.
“That’s only fair.”
Olivia beamed.
The woman, having taken the bait, stepped onto the court. Her eyes, blazing with competitive fire, shone like the midsummer sun.
Scary.
Her serious expression made him want to laugh.
Edgar took the racket handed to him by a staff member. This racket, bearing Prince Dumblyn’s autograph on the shoulder, had been a gift to him on his eighth birthday.
After a few practice swings, Edgar stepped onto the court. Across from him, Olivia Blanchet was watching.
He walked toward her. Standing with the net between them, she asked,
“What’s wrong—scared now?”
“No.”
He barely suppressed a smile as he continued,
“A match without a wager isn’t any fun.”
“Don’t encourage gambling in a wholesome game.”
“Is that also part of your ‘excellent teacher’s’ teachings?”
“You seem to enjoy gambling.”
“I suppose it comes with being a casino operator.”
Edgar grinned.
“I have nothing to wager.”
“Oh, it’s nothing grand. Just… one tiny wish.”
Her blue eyes flickered, betraying the whirl of thoughts in her mind.
“What’s wrong—lacking confidence?”
“What kind of wish?”
“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you now. If you’re curious, lose.”
Edgar turned away with a smirk. Moments later, the sharp *ping!* of racket striking ball signaled the start of the match.
[This is the timeline separator]Good heavens! Who’s that?
Elaine’s eyes widened in astonishment.
The famed Edgar Lancaster Lancelot and Olivia Blanchet?
When Anne visited Elaine’s room, she had just finished getting ready. She wasn’t the type to rush someone over a ten-minute delay, so she’d wondered what could be wrong.
“Add just a splash of whiskey to the lemon water—enough for the aroma, nothing more.”
Even as she gave the instruction to the staff member filling her empty glass, her eyes remained fixed on the tennis court.
She didn’t know when the match had started, but it couldn’t have been long. Yet the scoreboard showed Edgar already leading by three games.
Elaine wasn’t a tennis expert, but it was obvious to anyone that one side was letting the other win—playfully, as if toying with captured prey, yet occasionally showing gentlemanly grace by conceding points.
“Forty!”
The score was now 5–1. Olivia, having just lost another game, walked toward the bench.
“What happened?”
Elaine asked, taking the towel from Anne and handing it to her.
“Exactly what you see.”
Olivia answered with a strained smile, her face flushed. She wiped her forehead and drank some ice water. When she set down the glass and began unbuttoning her blouse, Anne gasped and grabbed her hand.
“No, Miss!”
Anne quickly fastened two buttons back up and fanned Olivia vigorously with both hands. Still, her cheeks remained stubbornly red.
“Don’t tell me you made a bet?”
“How did you know?”
Olivia, surprised, rubbed her cheek with the ice-filled glass.
“It’s written all over your face: ‘I won’t lose!’”
They looked at each other and giggled softly. Just then, the whistle signaling the end of the break echoed across the quiet hotel grounds.
[This is the timeline separator]“Off gallivanting since morning, you traitor.”
A group of idle noblemen who’d spent the night drinking at the hotel club sauntered over and settled around Edgar. Still reeking faintly of last night’s liquor, they habitually ordered whiskey sodas.
“Aren’t you being a bit unsportsmanlike toward a lady?”
Edgar said nothing, just watched Olivia and chuckled softly. This was his first time playing tennis with a woman.
He regretted never having discovered this pleasure before—it wasn’t even comparable to the joys of the bedroom.
“Hey, did you get hit in the head with a ball or something?”
Before his eyes, her chestnut hair, tied neatly with a blue ribbon, swayed playfully. She always grew cheerful once a racket was in her hand. And that shriek…
Uncharacteristically, Edgar burst out laughing.
“We’re the ones losing money—why are you going mad?”
The whistle blew amidst the worried groans of the noblemen, who’d squandered their fortunes at last night’s card table.
Now then—time to go claim that wish.
Edgar uncrossed his long legs and rose slowly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
As the woman stepped onto the court, the hem of her pure white skirt fluttered gently. Her soft hair danced in the spring breeze, fragrant with blossoms. She looked like a fairy on the tennis court.
A fairy burning with competitive spirit.
Moments later,
Edgar, who had entered the match with casual indifference, found himself genuinely flustered.
The woman had changed.
Her returns grew faster. Moreover, she began serving aggressively, sending shots that defied his predictions.
Ha! So the lady who claimed to despise gambling was now playing high-stakes mind games!
After an embarrassing error, Edgar adjusted his grip on the racket, no longer holding it carelessly. He felt compelled to applaud her relentless determination as she chased down every side shot.
At 5–2, with each needing just one more game to win, Edgar had intended to end it lightly—but then,
What?!
As she habitually bounced the ball before serving, the woman suddenly began unbuttoning her blouse.
Behind Olivia, her maid gasped in horror; behind Edgar, the noblemen’s raucous whistles pierced the crisp green lawn.
Ha!
Edgar let out an astonished breath.
The woman even kicked off her pale pink shoes and tossed them off the court.
*Whoosh!* Excited whistles mingled with the maid’s despairing cry of “Miss!”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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This story deserves more hype. People should know more about this.
Sounds like someone is planning to make a misunderstanding between our couple
Here we go again, poor Olivia always getting hurt by men