Even if Your Regret Holds Me Back (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 147
She was astonishingly riding a horse. Not sitting quietly behind, holding the waist of the Grand Duke or a knight, but directly holding the reins and truly driving the horse.
As soon as Helena passed through the back gate, she dismounted from the horse, handed the reins to the footman, and entered the main building. Shortly after, a large carriage arrived by a hair’s breadth.
Eugene, who got off the carriage, strode across the entrance with steps that revealed his emotions outright.
“Did that bastard teach you how to ride a horse too? To leave me anytime? Like that?”
“……”
Eugene shouted at Helena’s back, but Helena just walked straight ahead, looking only forward. Eugene followed, yelling a few more words, then suddenly turned around sharply and walked in the opposite direction.
‘When leaving, we went together, but when returning, separately. That ‘bastard’ must not be some worthless nobody. He really stirred up the Grand Duke.’
Not long after, the footman and the carriage dispersed to their places, and the surroundings regained their quiet.
Natasha let out a faint snort and rested her chin again. The sky, now starting to take on a blue hue, looked particularly vibrant compared to a moment ago.
That night, Natasha brewed hot black tea and headed to the main building. She quietly passed through the corridor connecting to the annex, and the central hall appeared. Eugene’s office was on the second floor, so she had to walk a bit more, but Natasha stopped right there.
‘…Eugene?’
In the middle of the staircase connecting to the hall, a large framed painting. Eugene was standing in front of the portrait of the Grand Duke Evergale couple. Motionless, without even a twitch.
He stood there for a long while, like a finely carved stone statue. If she listened carefully, occasional sniffing sounds could be heard.
‘Is he crying?’
No way, doubting, Natasha hid in the shadows and examined Eugene closely. Upon closer look, he was not crying.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
An elephant! What is this analogy! At least a monster is a better analogy.
Helena saw our anger at Natasha, waiting for Natasha to be completely destroyed.
Does Helena want to come up with a new nickname for herself every time.