Became the Step-Mother of the Rabbit Female Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Crazy, crazy, crazy! What have I done? Why is Grayan sleeping right next to me, shirtless?! April?!
In my panic, I fumbled around and ended up waking Grayan. My reflection filled his silver eyes, and he smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling slightly. It was an infuriatingly alluring smile!
“My lady, good morning.”
What on earth is he talking about…? Does this situation look like a ‘good morning’ to you? What did I even do yesterday after blacking out?!
“Hmm, it’s six already… Since it’s still early, you can go back to sleep if you’d like.”
As he said this, Grayan carefully tucked the blanket back over me. It was an exceedingly tender gesture—so much so that my heart started racing again. This man… is definitely guilty!
‘Stop being affectionate out of habit!’
I yanked the blanket off and shot up from the bed. Grayan’s eyes widened in surprise. Careful not to let my gaze drop below his neck, I spoke.
“I don’t think I can fall back asleep, so I’ll just get up. What… happened yesterday? Did I make a mistake?”
“A mistake…?”
Grayan trailed off, giving a faint smile. There was something unsettling about that smile. What? What is it?! Did I really do something utterly shameless?!
“For now, please get dressed first and have some water, my lady. Are you feeling nauseous or do you have a headache?”
Grayan asked in an unusually gentle and polite tone. But… clothes? Get dressed first? I tilted my head in confusion, then cautiously glanced down. Now that I thought about it, I did feel oddly exposed….
“…!”
“My lady….”
“Aaaaah!!”
I quickly grabbed a pillow and smacked Grayan right in the face with it. The loud *thwack!* echoed clearly through the room.
But I had no time to worry about that. I hastily pulled the blanket over myself and curled up tightly like an armadillo.
I couldn’t believe I was wearing nothing but a slip! I was mortified beyond words…!
From outside the blanket, I heard Grayan’s low chuckle. Though it seemed distant, it felt as if he were right next to me, whispering into my ear.
My face burned hot. He wouldn’t dare pull the blanket off, would he? Just you try it…!
“My lady, weren’t you the one who undressed first? Why so shy now?”
“…?!”
Wha—what?! I undressed first?!
“And not only that—you even took off my clothes as well.”
“…!!”
Ugh! I’m going insane! It’s all alcohol’s fault! This is entirely because of the booze! I swear I’ll never touch another drop!
I buried my head under the blanket and tugged at my hair in frustration. Grayan seemed to be laughing even louder now. That man—it felt like he was enjoying this! He was thoroughly amused at my expense!
“My lady, I’ll be leaving now, so please don’t worry. Feel free to come out from under the blanket. Also, don’t skip breakfast—you’ll likely have an upset stomach from last night’s drinking. Well then….”
I heard the faint sound of his slippers dragging across the floor, followed by the soft *click* of the door opening and closing.
After staying perfectly still for a while, I cautiously peeked out from under the blanket. The room was empty—Grayan had truly left. Now that I looked around properly, this was my room.
‘Just what exactly happened last night…? Ugh, my head.’
A headache from the delayed hangover finally caught up with me. Fortunately, I didn’t feel nauseous—just a slight queasiness.
‘I need a hangover cure… Oh, I really want some bean sprout soup with rice.’
But of course, something like that probably doesn’t even exist in this world… How sad….
Ever since leaving Gloria’s room and walking down the hallway, a pleased smile had lingered on Grayan’s lips.
He was happy.
It had been so long since he’d felt this joyful. Truly, it felt like ages.
‘Gloria Einstein is far more interesting than I expected.’
Just a few days ago, he’d believed their marriage would be nothing more than temporary cohabitation.
It had been King Einstein’s proposal, framed as a gesture of peace (though likely just for show), and Grayan had accepted solely for the sake of his homeland and family.
Thus, he’d held no expectations for this marriage—and Gloria probably felt the same.
Even if she scorned him for being a shifter, Grayan had been prepared to accept it. After all, she was clearly someone he’d divorce and part ways with soon enough.
Yes, that’s all this marriage was supposed to be… but….
‘Gloria doesn’t seem to despise me—or shifters—at all. Instead, she’s…’
Kind and thoughtful. And cute, with a pleasant scent.
Grayan paused briefly and touched the tip of his nose. It almost felt as if her fragrance still lingered nearby—soft and sweet.
Wolf shifters possessed exceptionally keen senses of smell—not just distinguishing scents well, but also detecting each person’s unique natural body scent.
From Gloria, he caught notes of vanilla and lilac—nothing as ostentatious as peony or rose, yet strangely captivating.
It was the kind of scent that, if you quietly inhaled it long enough, would make you unconsciously think, ‘delicious….’
‘…I wonder how she’d react if she knew I was thinking this way.’
Would her face flush red again like a ripe apple? Would she look utterly flustered, her heart pounding uncontrollably?
He already knew Gloria’s heartbeat quickened whenever their eyes met—after all, a wolf’s sharp hearing made heartbeats far too easy to detect.
‘Last night….’
Leaning against the windowsill, Grayan chuckled softly to himself. Recalling last night’s events, he couldn’t help but smile again.
.
.
.
Last night, Gloria had returned to Salisbury Manor utterly drunk—carried in Grayan’s arms.
“Hweeeng… I wanna go home….”
Most of her drunken rambling was incomprehensible, but phrases like “I want to go home” or “I miss Mom” were clear enough.
Each time Gloria said something like that, Grayan felt strangely unsettled. Clearly, she hadn’t wanted this marriage to begin with.
“My lady is under my care now—you may leave.”
“Yes, Master.”
After dismissing the maid, Grayan removed his coat and loosened his tie. He kept thinking about April, who’d clung stubbornly to Gloria during their entire return to the manor.
He’d finally managed to persuade her to go to her room, but the resentful look April had given him as she left in the maid’s arms still lingered in his mind.
No matter how many times he thought about it, it remained astonishing—the normally guarded child had taken a liking to none other than Gloria Einstein, treating her almost like a mother.
“Ugh… mm.”
Grayan stood quietly, watching Gloria sprawled carelessly on the bed, smacking her lips.
…She’d passed out after just one beer. And afterward, she’d sobbed uncontrollably, claiming it was unfair, forcing him to coax her until he was completely exhausted.
‘Unfair, huh….’
Grayan’s thoughts drifted to the magistrate from earlier.
Also thoroughly drunk, the magistrate had been taken care of by the tavern owner, who claimed to know him.
Given that the magistrate had also been crying bitterly about his own grievances, the tavern owner must’ve had quite a time dealing with him.
‘To punish an entire village with drought just because a carriage wheel got stuck in mud… Could Gloria really have done something like that?’
But why had she drunkenly complained about being treated unfairly? Most of all, the Gloria he’d personally encountered… simply didn’t seem like someone who’d do such a thing. That only deepened his confusion.
‘…What happened to you? What secrets are you hiding?’
Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, Grayan gently reached out and stroked Gloria’s hair.
Her golden locks, soft as silk, slid smoothly through his fingers. Before he realized it, he’d begun repeating the motion, until he suddenly snapped out of his trance.
What am I even doing… to someone completely unconscious?
Just as he withdrew his hand, feeling a pang of faint guilt—
“…!”
Gloria abruptly sat up without warning.
Frowning deeply, she glared at Grayan with bleary eyes—then suddenly let out a sigh.
It was the kind of sigh that carried the sentiment, ‘You’re driving me insane.’
“Ugh… Why do you keep appearing even in my dreams? I’m going crazy….”
‘…Dream?’
Apparently, she mistook this for a dream. But more importantly—‘Why do you keep appearing even in my dreams?’ That sounded awfully like….
“You infuriating wolf!”
“…!”
Suddenly, Gloria grabbed Grayan’s cheeks with both hands. The distance between them vanished in an instant, and her unique scent—mingled with a sharp whiff of alcohol—washed over him.
…Grayan found himself swallowing hard without realizing it.
“You… you do this on purpose, don’t you?”
“…?”
“On purpose—flashing those smoldering eye-smiles… Ugh, I’m losing my mind. You must’ve planned this to bewitch me completely.”
Surprisingly, she’d seen right through him. He’d assumed she was completely oblivious in matters like this.
“You sinful wolf… You can’t just go around bewitching anyone like that.”
“….”
Well, he didn’t bewitch just anyone. But he’d definitely need to clear up this particular misunderstanding someday.
“By the way, when you’re in wolf form, is your fur as black as your hair? And does it have this kind of bluish sheen? Now I’m curious….”
This time, Gloria gently stroked Grayan’s hair. The sensation felt so good that he instinctively closed his eyes and nuzzled into her hand.
“Wow, you just acted exactly like a puppy.”
“…?”
Hearing Gloria’s mutter, Grayan blinked slowly, belatedly regaining his senses. …What did I just do? He felt a flicker of embarrassment.
As he lowered his gaze, his cheeks tinting slightly pink, Gloria suddenly remembered something.
“Oh right—we never did that thing, did we?”
“Pardon?”
“Our wedding night!”
Before he could even process her abrupt declaration, Gloria pounced on him. She shoved him down and swiftly straddled his waist. Grayan could only blink in stunned silence.
“Seriously, who just holds hands on their wedding night? Are you even a real wolf?!”
“….”
She seemed to have a fundamental misunderstanding about wolves. They weren’t sinister creatures at all—and besides, he was a shifter, not an actual wolf….
‘I suppose I’ll have to explain imprinting to her someday.’
“I’m getting my money’s worth, even if it’s just in a dream. Hehehe….”
Giggling like a madwoman, Gloria began unbuttoning Grayan’s shirt. At this point, Grayan was genuinely flustered. He knew he ought to stop her, but somehow….
“Your Grace the Wolf Duke—how could you possibly sleep holding hands with someone as gorgeous as me? Honestly, I’m speechless… And you really are stunning. Your eyes are just like… moonlight….”
Their eyes met—hers crinkled in a faint smile—and for some reason, he couldn’t move a muscle. …Could this possibly be imprinting? No, that couldn’t be it….
“Ah, it’s so hot. Must be from the alcohol….”
“…!”
Without warning, Gloria started yanking off her clothes and tossing them aside.
Her pale neck and limbs were fully exposed. Grayan froze, utterly unable to act. It felt as if something deep inside him was boiling over. He shifted his gaze frantically and spoke in a clearly flustered voice.
“My lady, if you sleep like that, you’ll surely catch a chill….”
“Oh, what?”
Now clad only in her slip, Gloria roughly tore off Grayan’s shirt. His face flushed crimson as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Gloria immediately scolded him, sounding offended.
“Hey! Let me look!”
“Ah, no….”
“You’re my husband—I should be allowed to look~.”
“My lady, you’re just drunk right now….”
“Whoa, you’re seriously toned….”
“….”
Grayan felt utterly mortified. This was a first for him… ever.
‘I can’t remember.’
Damn it… What on earth did I do last night? No matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember!
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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This thought is hillarious 🤣🤣
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic” – Arthur C. Clarke.
It kills me that she is using important spirits to grow strawberrys 🤣🤣🤣