“Where can I even go? I can’t even find my way back from your annex. I’m still in the palm of your hand, aren’t I?”
As I followed him, he shrugged his shoulders annoyingly.
“This is imprisonment, not hospitality.”
“Will serve you.”
Startled by the sudden polite voice, I turned slightly.
“Sorry to startle you. You must be hungry as it’s past lunchtime.”
“Yes, Head Steward.”
“Feel free to call me Freddie.”
“No, I prefer calling you Head Steward.”
“Very well, as you wish.”
From then on, Freddie truly served me well. I was worried he might resent attending to a fallen noble of insignificant status, but he served me with utmost care and respect.
Everything from meals, dressing, to sleeping arrangements was taken care of, and I even had three dedicated maids for my care.
And this fragrant scent in the bathwater, what on earth could it be?
It was overwhelming, too overwhelming!
I submerged myself in the bathtub water up to the tip of my head. Gurgling, I started worrying about home.
‘Is Jonathan okay? Sabrina must be worried. And our chickens, they’re not starving, are they?’
Riccardo was right; all my worries were just causing me headaches. I exhaled and decided to enjoy the luxuries for the time being.
However, my resolve didn’t last long. The psychological pressure from feeling overwhelmed doubled the next day with the news I received.
“Greetings to the Duchess.”
“Welcome.”
Meeting the Duchess required extensive preparations. If I had to meet the Empress, I would have gone through similar procedures.
Starting with a thorough bath and appropriately formal clothing, I even underwent three hours of training, all done in haste as the meeting was scheduled abruptly.
The preparations that began at dawn were only completed past midday. The Duchess had kindly sent a carriage from Riccardo’s mansion to fetch me.
“I hope I’m not interrupting your busy schedule.”
“Not at all.”
She was completely different from the woman who was sitting in the flower garden yesterday, laughing and fluttering in the breeze. The tightly fitted, elaborate, and somewhat suffocating dress, and not a hair out of place, completed her image perfectly.
“Please, have a seat.”
Surprisingly, the Duchess herself brewed the tea. The maids, seemingly used to this, just watched. I sat quietly, feeling incredibly tense, my fingertips quivering.
The Duchess was literally the embodiment of the imperial social circle. The soft charisma naturally emanating from her would surely make even the most naive child straighten up.
“You called for me…”
“First, try the tea. I can’t guarantee its taste since I made it myself.”
There were dozens of etiquettes to drinking tea, but the hastily learned knowledge was useless in the face of such tension. Right now, my entire focus was on not shaking.
“Yesterday’s meeting was quite memorable for me.”
“Ah…”
Taking a moment to steady myself, I began with the words I had prepared since the carriage ride, hoping my voice wouldn’t tremble.
“If I committed any faux pas yesterday, please forgive me. I am lacking in learning.”
“When you reach a certain age, you realize there are things more important than etiquette.”
I nodded, trying to set my teacup down without making a sound.
The Duchess gazed out the window silently for a moment. Forgetting my situation, I was captivated by her, like a scene from a painting. That’s when I realized it was a scene Riccardo had painted.
The view she was looking at…
When I saw that painting, I felt a sense of longing. Or was it that most of Riccardo’s paintings generally evoked a sense of melancholy?
Did Riccardo long for his mother, the garden they used to gaze upon together?
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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