The feared situation had arrived.
Gloria’s eyes, looking up at herself with both hands tied, were unexpectedly gentle.
Gréan often thought that Gloria’s eyes contained the seasons. The season with the highest sky, autumn.
He had never explicitly stated which season he liked, but whenever he looked into Gloria’s eyes, he found himself favoring autumn.
After a while, he began to look forward to the upcoming autumn. When that time came, he would be able to say it. Pointing to the azure sky, saying, “Your eyes resemble it so much.”
“……At that time…… that statement……”
Gréan hesitated with a heavy heart, postponing the answer. Should he confess the truth, or should he blur it with plausible words?
The latter would be deceiving her. He knew that. Even though he knew, he couldn’t readily articulate the truth.
Everyone has flaws. Gréan Solzbay easily accepted that undeniable truth.
That’s why he had endured without major upheavals until now. Reminding himself to silently accept the fate that would eventually come to him.
But someone becoming special…
The existence that is irreplaceable by anything in the world… It made him strong but also weak at the same time.
It’s contradictory.
Wanting to become strong for the precious person but being afraid of revealing one’s flaws to that person.
Also, being afraid that the person will look at him with changed eyes.
Experiencing such feelings for the first time in his life, he was lost like a ship without direction.
“……Next time……”
In the end, the words he came up with were a rather insignificant compromise.
Gréan untied the fabric that bound Gloria’s wrists and spoke.
“……When I’m ready next time, can I tell you then?”
This secret had tormented him since childhood. A flaw of the Solzbay family known only to a tiny number of people, including himself.
He was very pleased that Gloria had become his companion, but he didn’t want her to bear this secret burden.
When he eventually laid bare all the stories, what expression would she make? How would she look at him? Sympathy, compassion, perhaps fear. Or maybe even disgust.
Gréan knew that he was behaving frustratingly. Therefore, once again, he anticipated that Gloria would express her anger.
However, she, as if closely examining his complexion—suddenly reached out both arms and gently embraced him.
“……!”
In that moment, Gréan reflexively flinched, feeling his heart tremble faintly.
The warmth of their touching bodies was so warm… Somehow, he felt like he might choke up.
“Is it such a difficult story to tell?”
“…….'”
The comforting touch on his back was cautious, and her inquisitive voice carried an unmistakable concern.
Was it because of the temperature of that emotion?
Gréan felt his eyes warming up. Unbelievably.
Confused, he quickly blinked his eyes to dispel the fiery energy. He wasn’t in a position to show tears casually. Even if the person facing him was his one and only companion…
“Ah… Seeing your expression made me feel suddenly guilty, like I did something majorly wrong… Anyway, forget it. I’ll wait, so tell me when you’re ready.”
“…….”
No matter how much he thought about it, it was strange. Why wasn’t she getting angry? Why are you so forgiving? Where does this tolerance and leniency come from?
When he thought that far, Gréan suddenly recalled the fact he had forgotten.
‘…There was a secret. You also had one.’
Even though she claimed to have lost her memory, she was someone whose identity was clear.
He didn’t remember when, but he had briefly looked into how people with amnesia behaved and their characteristics.
In the medical books he had read, it was written as follows: ‘People who have lost their memory have difficulty making choices and cannot be certain of their preferences or thoughts.’
Of course, the information about amnesia was not entirely reliable as the field lacked sufficient research. It was only for reference.
Nevertheless…
Gréan discreetly examined his own complexion while Gloria stared at him. …She was undoubtedly a person with a clear subjectivity.
He thought she knew how to clearly distinguish what she liked, disliked, and what was valuable to herself.
He couldn’t imagine her as a person confused by memory loss.
So, he could only conclude. You also have an unspoken secret, right?
“…….”
Maybe they were similar to each other. No, it was too early to judge until he heard her secret.
Before he knew it, Gréan’s heart had become more relaxed. Whether it was due to the worried look in her eyes or the warm embrace, or maybe both…
After silently looking into her eyes for a while, Gréan, this time, embraced her first.
The small body in his arms transmitted the sound of a thumping heartbeat.
“Gloria…”
“……?”
“I… you’ve become even more likable.”
Those words unintentionally escaped his lips.
…Suddenly, he became curious about what expression she might be making. Perhaps her eyes were wide open.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium