At Rogelia’s firm words, Claus’s expression stiffened noticeably.
“Is it true?”
“Can’t you tell just by the fact that there’s no fragrance from me?”
Facing Claus’s gaze without flinching, Rogelia met his eyes, and Claus lightly touched her cheek, speaking in a hushed tone.
“It doesn’t seem like your eyes, though.”
As if reading something from her eyes, Claus spoke slowly with a thoughtful tone. In response, Rogelia, raising her shoulders hesitantly, pushed his chest away with a firm resolve.
“Don’t touch me so casually, as if I were a servant.”
In response to Rogelia’s reflexive words, Claus murmured, seemingly hurt, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I’ve never treated you like a servant since I harbored feelings for you.”
“That must be your perspective. Even now, I clearly stated that I don’t like you, but you persist as you please.”
“…”
Injured by her gaze that seemed to sink, Claus mumbled with a hurt expression.
“I didn’t treat you like a servant ever since I started harboring feelings for you.”
“Your Duke’s thoughts, I suppose. Even now, you’re forcing yourself on me, despite my clear statement that I don’t like the Duke anymore.”
“…”
With a gaze that seemed to reflect his wounded feelings, Rogelia, holding back her shaken emotions, spoke more harshly.
“Shall I say it again? I don’t like the Duke anymore.”
She wished he wouldn’t come any closer. The more he approached, the more her determined resolution seemed in vain, and she was afraid.
“Is that all? I’ve always been fed up with the oppressive and arrogant attitude that thinks money can solve anything. Should I say more?”
“…”
Rogelia spat out her anger as if vomiting out the rising rage within her.
“It’s incredibly unpleasant to cling to a finished relationship like this. So, in the future, let’s pretend we don’t know each other when we meet. It would be better not to meet at all.”
With those words, Rogelia turned her body and walked away without looking back.
With each forceful step she took, tears welled up in her eyes.
Despite knowing that a person like him wouldn’t change, she felt angry at the future awaiting them in their relationship, filled only with unhappiness, as revealed through the original work.
He was despicable and detestable for trying to turn her around with just a temporary emotion.
Rogelia left Claus, standing firm as if frozen, behind and walked away.
The next day, after coming to the Duke’s residence, during the customary tea time with the Duke, Johannes asked carefully.
“Nothing happened yesterday?”
Recalling Rogelia abruptly leaving the dining table, Johannes expressed concern with his cautious words.
“I just wasn’t feeling well.”
In Rogelia’s continued formal tone, Johannes cautiously spoke.
“When the two of you are together… it’s okay to call him ‘uncle.'”
“Uncle, you treat me respectfully too.”
Only then did Johannes, belatedly realizing his tone, awkwardly smile.
“I see. Let’s call each other as we feel comfortable for the time being.”
“I agree.”
Rogelia responded with a bright smile to his gentle smile.
Observing her like that, Johannes cautiously spoke.
“Is controlling the fragrance going well?”
“Yes… I’ve been doing as you instructed, but lately, there are times when my chest feels tight, and I struggle to breathe.”
“I see.”
Nodding at Rogelia’s words, Johannes suddenly stood up.
“Shall we move for a moment?”
Following Johannes, they arrived at a transparent glass greenhouse built as an annex to the Duke’s mansion.
Entering the well-maintained greenhouse, resembling a small forest, Johannes stopped in the center, turning to face Rogelia.
“Instead of suppressing the fragrance emanating from your heart, you need to periodically release the fragrance. I open the fragrance in this greenhouse about once a month.”
“Release the fragrance?”
“If you forcibly block breathing, you’ll feel short of breath. It’s like that, releasing the fragrance that was being blocked.”
Looking puzzled by Rogelia’s expression, Johannes smiled gently.
“Like this.”
In an instant, along with a feeling of harmony from Johannes, a fragrance emanated.
It was a pleasant scent, reminiscent of lavender and forest, comforting and uplifting.
Even Johannes, who was already handsome, seemed to shine strangely when he released the fragrance.
It was the first time Rogelia properly smelled Johannes’s fragrance since he had been controlling it.
“It’s a really nice fragrance. Do I have a scent like this too?”
Asked with a pleased expression, Johannes smiled and spoke.
“Rogelia emits a fragrance that is several times stronger and more pleasant than this. However, the scent of kin can be either a remedy or a poison. How about it? Would you like to try it now?”
In response to Johannes’s words, Rogelia, determined, nodded her head and closed her eyes.
As if opening a sluice gate that had been forcibly closed, something gushed out, filling her chest, making her feel like she was pouring water from a full dam.
Even Johannes, taken aback by the pheromone scent that filled the greenhouse, took a few steps back in surprise.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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