It was two hours before the engagement ceremony.
“I’m so relieved. I was so worried about what had happened to you, Your Highness.”
The royal carriage, sent by the palace, arrived at Miley’s house at the appointed time, along with Laila’s maid. After choosing a dress with Miley’s assistance in the morning, Laila had naturally assumed she would travel to the palace in Miley’s carriage. Thus, she was momentarily taken aback upon seeing the carriage bearing the Filmer royal crest.
However, when her maid emerged from the carriage, tearfully rushing towards her, Laila comforted her and boarded the carriage.
From what she gathered, Miley had already informed the palace of her location, concocting a suitable story. Miley seemed to be an expert in spinning tales; the more she saw, the more she believed he was a master of deception.
Laila, still seeing her maid dabbing tears with a handkerchief, casually asked, “Really…? Did the palace search for me a lot?”
Her maid vigorously nodded.
“Of course, Prince Reynald even returned to the building to search for you and suffered a severe injury.”
“A severe injury?”
“He fell down the stairs. The court physician said he broke his ribs…”
Having experienced Reynald’s disregard for her twice, Laila doubted his story of searching for her. She suspected that he might have colluded with the court physician to fabricate the injury. That seemed like something he would do.
Meanwhile, the royal carriage, sent by Filmer, galloped forward as the coachman cracked his whip. Laila peeked out the small window of the carriage, catching a glimpse of another carriage following them.
Immediately, her heart started to race erratically.
Thump, thump.
Her heart pounded so fiercely that Laila had to take deep breaths. She wondered why her heart fluttered like this, especially since it wasn’t even her wedding day.
But it was clear that the fluttering wasn’t due to the news about Reynald.
The carriage following them belonged to Lord Miley and his adjutant, Lilburn. Laila swallowed dryly and glanced at her dress.
Her maid suddenly began complimenting her, “Your Highness, that dress is different from last night’s. Did Prince Reynald send it? It suits you so well.”
“Really…? This was chosen by Lord Miley.”
“Lord Miley?”
Laila nodded and smiled faintly. Her maid’s assumption that it was from the royal family indicated that Miley had good taste. Indeed, Laila was quite fond of the dress, especially its delicate lace around the wrists.
However, Miley seemed to find it inadequate. When presenting the dress to her, he had apologized.
“I apologize for presenting you with such a dress, Your Highness. If there’s another opportunity… I would like to gift you a more beautiful and fitting dress and shoes.”
As he knelt on one knee, fitting her with white shoes, he spoke those words.
“Will there be such an occasion?”
Laila’s question momentarily halted Miley’s actions. But it was brief. Slowly rising, he picked up a necklace that had been set aside while she dressed.
“Sometimes I wander to foreign lands, so if I happen to visit Wessex, I will seek an audience with you, Your Highness.”
His touch was cautious, but as he spoke, his fingertips lightly grazed her nape. Soon, a soft ‘click’ signified the necklace being fastened.
When he looked up to the mirror, his reflection bore a face filled with a fresh, beaming smile.
Deep blue eyes filled with an unusual charm.
Lips drawing an uninhibited smile.
Seeing this, Laila suddenly found herself struggling to calm the loud, pounding heartbeat within her chest.
Thump, thump.
Did Miley realize the smile that blossomed on his red lips had burrowed so deeply into her heart, causing it to beat so fiercely?
Because of that, Laila once again had to suppress the urge to ask the forbidden question.
‘Could it be that I’ve come to like him?’
A man who tells lies.
A person whose many secrets make his true identity unknowable.
Moreover, once Laila leaves this place as per his plan, she might never meet him again. And he reminisced about his first love, indicating he surely had no interest in her.
Blocked by reality, Laila closed the window and sat back down in the carriage demurely.
Amidst the clattering noise, Laila, who had been sitting listlessly, soon asked her maid.
“Has there been any contact from Wessex? Like a message from my father…”
“There hasn’t been any,” the maid replied, looking downcast.
Judging by her expression, she probably thought Laila was hoping for a letter from her parents.
But Laila had no such expectations, especially after what her father said before she left for Filmer.
“Just go there and bear children. That’s all you’re good for.”
Her father had said this, and her mother had remained silent, not objecting to his derogatory words. Such was the attitude her parents, who knew she wasn’t a Tuner, had always shown.
Hence, she wasn’t expecting any letters. Her inquiry was merely about the report Miley had shown her the day before.
‘Could that really be true?’
If so, when might it happen?
The plan set by Princess Isabella included kidnapping Cedric. Laila hoped that at least Cedric, her adorable youngest brother whom she practically raised, was safe.
If Cedric were to be captured by Fitzroy…
Laila couldn’t imagine what to do. Would the Wessex royal family be able to help? It seemed unlikely they had the power to confront Fitzroy.
To get Cedric back, they would likely have to pay a higher price than expected.
‘If it’s true, then I must return to Wessex quickly, as Miley said.’
Even if no one believed her words, it was alright. Her only goal was to ensure Cedric’s safety, even if it meant sacrificing the Wessex kingdom.
Laila clenched her fist with this firm resolve when she heard a sound from outside.
“Your Highness, we have arrived at the palace.”
Laila took a deep breath.
Yesterday, she had joked with Miley about dancing together and how to escape the engagement ceremony. But today was different.
As the carriage door slowly opened, the dazzling sunlight streamed in, illuminating the carriage interior.
Her maid was the first to step out, and shortly after, a shadow appeared at the door.
‘Reynald?’
For a moment, she thought that, but it wasn’t him.
Miley, who had been following in another carriage, was now standing in front of hers, waiting to escort her.
Could it be that Reynald hadn’t even come out to meet her?
Despite her hesitation about whether it was appropriate to take Miley’s hand instead of her fiancé Reynald’s for the engagement ceremony, Laila was still undecided when her maid stepped slightly into the carriage and explained the situation.
“Many people have already arrived at the engagement ceremony venue. His Majesty the King and the princes are there, Your Highness. Prince Reynald Filmer is severely injured and is having difficulty moving, so he is waiting at the ceremony venue. Therefore, please take Lord Miley’s hand to alight.”
“Ah, okay…”
Laila responded somewhat mechanically to the immediate situation, unable to inquire further, but she couldn’t shake off her internal questions.
‘How badly must he be injured to entrust the escort to Lord Miley?’
As she extended her foot outside the carriage, Miley moved closer and extended his hand to her warmly.
Laila, looking up at the tall man, placed her lace-gloved hand atop his. A soft voice then reached her ears.
“Don’t be nervous.”
It was a statement that ironically stirred her anxiety.
Her hand trembled, and her heart began to beat rapidly again.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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