Jen straightened up and frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you suddenly.”
Deborah apologized first, then added cautiously,
“But you understand I can’t wear these clothes.”
Jen turned his head forward and replied,
“Apology accepted, but I’m buying this too.”
Deborah froze with a smile still on her face.
“Did you forget how cold Dover can be? It will get colder.”
Deborah was aware. Dover, the capital, was especially cold and had long winters. It was because of this weather that Gracian thrived in the winter.
“But I hardly go out. The coat I have at Countess Saint’s house is enough for the winter.”
“You’ll freeze to death getting that coat.”
Deborah felt exasperated.
‘So don’t go out in the meantime.’
She hadn’t even mentioned having external duties.
Sighing inwardly, Deborah decided to compromise and made another suggestion.
“If you must buy me one, could it please be black? To match my current attire.”
“Are you always going to dress so somberly?”
Jen asked Deborah, looking at her with a face still creased with annoyance and mixed with some other emotion.
Deborah couldn’t identify that other emotion; she only surmised it was different from mere irritation.
“But I am…”
Before Deborah could repeat the same point, Jen sighed deeply and said,
“I know your situation. But what is your job?”
Deborah, her lips pressed tightly, pondered for a moment. She is responsible for grooming and caring for Dia.
‘But not the one being groomed and taken care of.’
However, like jewelers who dress flamboyantly or at least neatly to suit their trade, perhaps she should also dress appropriately for her job.
Dia, being sensitive to her surroundings, might worry unnecessarily about a woman in mourning clothes.
“I understand what you mean.”
Though Deborah agreed with Jen’s point, she couldn’t hide her troubled expression.
Seeing her gloomy demeanor, Jen nearly blurted out his selfish thoughts, clenching his fist to stop himself.
‘Live forgetting your dead husband, at least while doing this job,’ would only earn him her contempt.
He didn’t know how close she and her deceased husband had been, but regardless of their relationship, they were a married couple, and he had no right to tell her to forget him.
An observant staff member sensing the tension, chimed in,
“Ah, the gentleman has such a discerning eye. There are so many customers interested in this coat. This warm golden-toned fur is hard to come by.”
Deborah found the staff’s chatty attitude incomprehensible.
Although they might not have heard their quiet conversation, it wasn’t the right moment to intervene.
Then, with both hands clasped and eyes sparkling, the staff turned to Deborah,
“Lucky you, Miss!”
Deborah’s mind raced with a possible scenario.
‘No, it can’t be. Surely they couldn’t be making such a mistake.’
As her eyes fluttered nervously, the staff provided the confirmation.
“Having such a wonderful fiancé with great taste!”
As expected, the staff misunderstood Deborah and Jen’s relationship. That’s why they had casually stepped in, assuming they had witnessed a lovers’ quarrel.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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