Feeling relieved, Irene turned to look at Carlos when she heard his voice.
Naturally, she thought he was talking to her, but it wasn’t.
“Huh?”
That guy is a duke.
When did he come?
Puzzled, Irene looked at Deuce, who received the reins, but Deuce didn’t glance at Irene.
Instead, he looked straight at Carlos and asked, “Is it really okay for you to go alone?”
“Yeah. If anything comes up, I’ll call you.”
“Understood.”
Only then did Deuce look at Irene.
When he didn’t look at her before, Irene felt a bit irritated, thinking she was being ignored.
Once Irene looked at him, it felt burdensome and awkward, so she rolled her eyes.
“……. ”
As Irene seemed strange, Deuce raised his eyebrows as if questioning. He quickly bowed to Carlos and disappeared in the direction they came.
“……. ”
Deuce is a difficult person in a different sense than Carlos.
Watching Deuce’s figure getting further away, Irene looked up at Carlos when he placed his hand on her shoulder.
“We’ll go this way.”
Though Carlos’s hand on her shoulder was irritating, Irene strangely didn’t mind walking alongside him.
Entering an alley, Carlos gave Irene some instructions.
“Here, don’t call me ‘Your Grace.'”
Considering Carlos’s command to look like a commoner, his attire, and everything he had said so far, Irene belatedly realized his intention and let out a sigh.
“You’re trying to hide your identity, aren’t you?”
Carlos chuckled.
“You just told me not to call you ‘Your Grace.'”
Oh dear.
Irene hastily covered her mouth with her hand and glanced at Carlos cautiously.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem angry or upset.
“Well… What should I call you then?”
“Hmm.”
Carlos, who seemed not to have thought about it, thought for a moment and said, “It would be most natural if you looked like lovers.”
If it’s a term of endearment used between lovers… something like ‘darling’ or ‘honey’?
Imagining herself calling Carlos that way, Irene shouted with a bright red face, “I-I can’t do that!”
Carlos looked puzzled. “What, can’t you do it because you think I’ll order you to do something?”
“…”
Could it be that I’m having weird thoughts again this time?
If that’s the case, Irene couldn’t say it out loud, so she bit her lip.
Her face was still as red as a ripe tomato.
Carlos, who was looking down at her face, chuckled.
“You had some strange thoughts.”
“Ah, no, I didn’t!”
“They say strong denial is as good as a strong affirmation.”
It’s not that. I need to say it clearly so that there won’t be any misunderstandings.
Especially because it’s not a misunderstanding, but the truth.
Since Irene had no talent for lying and couldn’t bring herself to say it, she just bit her lips.
When Carlos accurately answered about the term he wanted to be called, they arrived at the end of the alley.
“You can call me Sir Ron.”
“Sir” is a term commonly used to address knights with respect.
“Calling me Sir Ron should make people think I’m not a commoner.”
Carlos raised his lips with a mocking expression, tilting his head as if asking Irene’s opinion.
“Do I look like a commoner to you?”
“…”
Certainly… he doesn’t look like a commoner.
From his perspective, the aristocratic air that couldn’t be hidden even with modest clothes overflowed.
He looked like someone born with a noble lineage to everyone. However, instead of bluntly insisting on being a commoner, it seemed better to disguise oneself with a relatively low status like a knight.
“Since your name is known among the residents, you should decide on a different name to be called.”
“The name Irene is known among the residents too, so you should decide on a different name as well.”
Ah, I also need a pseudonym to hide my identity.
“Do you have something in mind?”
“Um… I haven’t really thought about it.”
Since Irene naturally hadn’t thought about it, she pondered for a moment, but the contemplation didn’t last long.
“Call me ‘Rine.'”
“Rine.”
As Carlos pronounced that name, Irene felt her heart drop, as if something was falling.
Did I tell him for no reason?
“Come here, Rine.”
…It’s the ‘nickname’ only my mom used to call me.
Entering the square, Irene, seeing more street vendors than during the festival, felt bewildered.
“Why are there so many street vendors?”
“They come out to the streets to make a living.”
Carlos answered nonchalantly.
“Even if the buildings are destroyed, they still need to make a living.”
Despite the composed tone, the content was sorrowful, so Irene raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner.
“I hope it gets restored quickly.”
“Everyone is working hard, so it will be restored soon.”
Saying it would happen quickly, but rebuilding the destroyed buildings would take at least a few months, if not several years.
Irene knew this fact, so she sighed quietly.
At least those whose shops were destroyed only lost their livelihood.
What about those who lost their homes?
Especially with a harsh winter approaching soon.
Irene was worried, but she didn’t ask Carlos.
As someone in a vague position, neither a manager nor a noble, and even calling herself a guest seemed inappropriate, asking such questions felt too intrusive.
“The Guehso is over there.”
So, following Carlos silently, Irene stopped when the familiar smell of food tickled her nose.
Carlos, who also stopped, asked, “Why are you stopping?”
Irene pointed to a particular street vendor.
“They sell Rusty there.”
At the street vendor Irene pointed to, they were selling food where potatoes were thinly fried like pancakes.
Is that Rusty? It was a dish Carlos had never seen before.
“Do you want to try it?”
Thinking she stopped to try it, Carlos asked, and Irene shook her head.
“I don’t particularly want to eat it. I got tired of eating it too much.”
“That much you liked it?”
“No. I… It’s not like I ate it because I liked it.”
Irene chuckled bitterly, reminiscing about something from the past.
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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