“Think whatever you want.”
Her calm response furrowed Klaus’s brows.
Suddenly, the image of her and the Prince seemingly kissing at the ball flashed in his mind, souring his mood even further.
However, he maintained his composure, changing the subject.
“But how did you get into the Balthazar family’s ball? Only nobles invited by Clozet are allowed here.”
Roselia, momentarily speechless, then replied coolly.
“I was fortunate to receive an invitation through my connection with Lady Clozet.”
“Clozet’s invitation? To you…?”
Roselia felt slightly guilty for implicating Clozet but believed that she would cover for her regardless of her excuse.
“I happened to meet her in the commercial district, and once she knew I was Antonio’s sister, she took good care of me.”
The fact that Antonio was doted on as Clozet’s domestico was well-known throughout the mansion, so Roselia’s explanation seemed plausible.
As Klaus pondered, Roselia decided it was best not to stay in his sight any longer and subtly began to back away.
Klaus, casually crossing his arms, looked down at her with a contented predator’s gaze and quietly asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh…? Oh, I thought my business with you was concluded, so I was just quietly stepping away…”
“Who decided that?”
Klaus’s firm voice sent a chill down Roselia’s spine. In just two strides, he closed the distance she had put between them, looking down at her with an intimidating glare.
“It’s unfair to ask only Antonio to repay the debts incurred by the Hesingk baron’s family.”
“Well… I am also contributing to the repayment of the debts, in my own way…”
Since Antonio and Roselia were both her, her response was technically correct. However, Klaus’s dissatisfaction was evident as he coldly regarded her.
“Now that you’ve been caught, wouldn’t it be more convenient for both of us if you came to the Balthazar mansion to repay the debt?”
Roselia gulped again, alarmed.
He expects me to play a double role at the Balthazar mansion?
I’m already on edge, how would I manage that?
Feeling a chill, Roselia tried to maintain a calm demeanor.
“I can’t stand being in crowded places.”
“Yet, the place where you’re living now is not exactly easy-going, is it? Working as a maid at the Balthazar mansion would be far more comfortable than being in such a place.”
Klaus seemed convinced she worked at a tavern. Roselia frowned at his insinuation.
“What’s more comfortable is for me to decide. If you’re worried about me running away without paying the debt, don’t be. Next time, I’ll visit you myself to settle it, in place of Antonio.”
Klaus couldn’t help but smirk, reminded of Antonio.
Are they siblings, even if not by blood?
Observing Roselia’s steady gaze, Klaus decided to step back.
She wasn’t avoiding debt repayment, and her involvement, however much, was gradually reducing the accumulated debts. He realized there was no need to forcibly hold onto someone so averse.
“Fine, I’ll wait for the next debt settlement.”
With those words, Klaus stepped back with an easy smile, allowing Roselia to quickly glance around and slip away.
Her heart pounded, fearing he might follow and catch her. Roselia kept looking back as she disappeared into the shadows inside the mansion.
Klaus’s deep blue eyes lingered on her retreating figure until she vanished into the light of the mansion.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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