Feeling suffocated and perplexed, Deborah felt as if her stomach was churning.
‘I can’t help it. I’ll look around a bit more before going back, so the maid doesn’t worry.’
As Deborah was admiring an unknown but gorgeous flower, she heard a familiar voice.
“Hehe, it’s different meeting you here.”
Turning quickly towards the sound, Deborah’s eyes widened at the sight of Lady Saint, bathed in sunlight, smiling warmly at her.
“Lady!”
Deborah grasped her skirt and ran toward her. Lady Saint welcomed Deborah joyfully but not without a bit of unease, expecting reproachful words like ‘Why did you deceive me, pretending to be a countess?’
‘Hmm. No, this girl is sensible. She might just quietly distance herself.’
Anticipating such bitter thoughts, Deborah instead said,
“How did you come all the way here, especially in this cold weather?”
Before she could finish, Deborah gently placed her large shawl over Lady Saint’s shoulders. Lady Saint was pleasantly surprised and then laughed heartily.
‘Worrying about me in such a situation, and such scolding too!’
Lady Saint laughed openly and heartily, reassuring Deborah.
‘She seems to be in good health.’
Deborah disliked seeing anyone in pain. Fragile people tend to leave too easily. She knew well that even the healthiest could suddenly pass away, having experienced it herself.
[Debi, I will make you the happiest person around here.]Engrossed in the memory of a life taken by harsh waves, Deborah didn’t notice someone observing her from a distance.
If stares had physical force, she would have surely felt pain.
After sipping warm tea, Lady Saint spoke,
“Were you very shocked to learn I was a countess?”
Of course, she was. If it weren’t for Zen’s bizarre behavior, she would have spent all this time pondering how to treat Lady Saint.
“To say otherwise would be a lie.”
“My child, the reason I did that was…”
Seeing Lady Saint hesitating in a way that was unlike her, Deborah smiled softly and said,
“It’s okay. To me, you’ll always be Lady Saint, right?”
“Of course!”
Lady Saint quickly replied with a bright smile.
“I was so worried you might hate me.”
“Why would someone like me worry you?”
“Oh my. ‘Someone like me’? You are very important to me, you know.”
Deborah and Lady Saint’s bond was special.
On the day they first met, Lady Saint was particularly unwell. Suffering from motion sickness in the carriage, she felt nauseous but couldn’t dare to vomit in public amidst laborers glancing at her luxurious attire. A countess couldn’t just become a spectacle.
Struggling to suppress her nausea, she used up all her strength and couldn’t walk. Her maid, unsure of what to do, simply paced around helplessly.
That’s when Deborah approached.
“Are you unwell?”
Lady Saint vividly remembers Deborah’s kind voice, the warm hands that comforted her chilled body, and her intelligent eyes, scrutinizing Lady Saint’s condition. Deborah’s worn-out clothes seemed insignificant in comparison.
“Here, I’ll count to three and lift you up, then you grab her shoulder from that side.”
Deborah carefully assessed Lady Saint’s condition and instructed the maid.
“Me?”
“Don’t grab her waist, just the shoulders.”
After firmly advising the maid again, Deborah grasped Lady Saint’s arm and counted.
“One, two, three…!”
Though thin, Lady Saint was an adult, and all strength had left her body. It must have been heavy, but Deborah managed to lift her up. Even then, the maid was too flustered to move.
“Hurry, support her, quickly!”
Deborah’s voice trembled like her shaky arms. Finally, the maid mustered the courage to support Lady Saint’s arm.
“Let’s go to that alley!”
Deborah pointed to a secluded alley and shouted. The maid followed Deborah’s lead. Once in the alley, Deborah gently sat Lady Saint down and patted her back.
“People don’t come here. You’ll be fine.”
Her voice was firm yet gentle. If Lady Saint had continued to hold back her nausea, Deborah would have surely scolded her, much like she did with her late husband.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
