The servant’s eyes shifted at Iidrish’s lowered tone. The words were meant to reassure, but they seemed to have the opposite effect, making the servant feel as if he’d be devoured by Iidrish at any moment.
Are they all lunatics who know nothing but themselves, even in Atigra?
The servant swallowed his saliva.
“You’re not answering? Where did they go? Just the two of them? When will they be back?”
“I, I don’t know that much.”
Iidrish closed the book he had been reading with a slam. He stood up and leaned against the window. The servant quickly disappeared out of the room, sensing the mood.
Iidrish’s face grew serious as he delved into thought.
The two of them left? Why? When?
…….
Did they leave me behind?
If it were the original Cecilia, she would have insisted on accompanying Iidrish. It was she who had asked him not to leave her side, fearing something might happen.
Could it be that she trusts Terminus as much as she trusts Iidrish? Does she think she doesn’t need Iidrish if she’s with him?
That smug guy would have definitely showered Cecilia with weird compliments like how beautiful she is and how much he missed her.
And he would have suggested they go out together.
I don’t know how that wolf-like guy managed to disguise his intentions, but they must have been malicious.
Because he wanted to go on a date with Cecilia.
Strength entered Iidrish’s clenched fist.
He looked out the window. Only carriages of unknown occupants, noisy cars emitting smoke passed intermittently.
She’ll definitely come back soon.
The moment she’s alone with Terminus, she’ll feel how untrustworthy that wolf is.
Then she’ll think of me and want to return to the mansion.
With that thought, Iidrish observed each passing carriage as if he were a vigilant youngest soldier.
This carriage will stop in front of the mansion. And Cecilia will get off. ……No, not this one.
Could it be that carriage approaching from afar is Cecilia returning….
Not this one either.
Expectation and disappointment repeated for quite some time.
Gradually, anger surged.
What took so long if he left early in the morning? There shouldn’t be much to do.
And this is right after a long carriage journey, too. Does Terminus have no consideration? Forcing a tired person to go on such an exhausting outing.
Gentle Cecilia must have been forcing a smile without showing any signs of exhaustion.
Idrish clenched his fist tightly. Veins appeared on his hand.
Just before a deep wrinkle formed on Idrish’s forehead, a splendid carriage came from afar.
Idrish straightened his slouched posture.
The carriage was unmistakably Robero’s.
It stopped right in front of the mansion.
Terminus got down. With teeth bared, he extended a hand, smiling awkwardly. A small hand shot out from the carriage and grasped Terminus’s hand.
Soon after, Cecilia descended.
Cecilia shimmered in the scorching noon sun.
She was wearing a bright pink dress and had wrapped a white fur shawl around herself.
From head to toe, it was an outfit Idrish had never seen before.
It was easy to guess that Terminus had gifted it to her.
She opened her mouth wide and laughed as she spoke something to Terminus.
The moment he saw her smile, a heavy weight dropped in a corner of Idrish’s heart.
When had Cecilia last smiled so comfortably at him?
It felt like a very long time ago.
Of course, he had seen her just smiling like that.
But only Idrish could feel the transparent distance that was there.
Idrish knew that was his fault, too.
He had never accepted Cecilia’s feelings of affection.
And he knew he shouldn’t expect such kindness from Cecilia in the future.
Yes, I have no right to be concerned about where Cecilia’s heart goes.
Even if Cecilia now likes Terminus, as for me…
What?
Despite it being a mere supposition, his heart started to boil.
Idrish clenched his fist again.
Cecilia likes Terminus?
That’s absurd. He really didn’t want to see such a scene.
《Idrish, sorry. I promised to marry Ternya. I intend to become the wife of Lord Robero. So, I can’t lift the curse for you anymore. Live well or don’t, it’s not my concern. You’re not the one I love now. Whatever.》
In his imagination, Cecilia stuck her tongue out maliciously, hooked her arm around Ternya’s, and drifted far away.
“No, that can’t happen.”
“Huh?”
The maid, who had just come in to set the tea table, asked in surprise.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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