But maybe if she reacted as he wanted, she could make up for their less than stellar first encounter.
After a moment’s consideration, Agnes moved her small lips.
“Wow. Scary.”
“…….”
And she realized. That she had no talent for acting. Plus, she made the mistake of using informal language with Deon.
Her effort at acting, naturally, did not satisfy Deon.
Deon looked at Agnes with a fierce face, thinking she was mocking him.
“Don’t you know that I am Lordwick?”
Deon pointed a sword at Agnes’s neck, a sword that had appeared out of nowhere.
“I can kill you right now, without anyone noticing.”
“……Are you going to kill me, sir?”
“Yes.”
A lie.
Agnes knew the energy when killers harbored intent.
A bloodred color that seemed to burn everything.
But Deon’s energy was the usual black.
‘Why is he saying something like that if he doesn’t intend to kill me?’
The blade, reflecting the moonlight, caught Agnes’s eye.
She hated swords. When her escape count reached double digits, Gerwer Duke allowed his knights to threaten her with swords.
From then on, Agnes couldn’t even dream of freedom.
Until the moment her breath stopped, her world was Gerwer Duke’s underground cage.
“…….”
Facing the sword, memories of the past still vividly arose.
Agnes wiped her sweaty palms on the bedsheet and calmly asked Deon.
“Are you going to stab me with that sword?”
“What do you think I’ll do?”
“I hope you won’t stab me. Please.”
Deon looked at Agnes lying on the bed.
A little child begs.
Just as the other playmates his father had brought before had done.
When he appeared in the middle of the night to scare them, they cried and begged for their lives.
“…….”
Deon skillfully sheathed the sword.
A few strands of Agnes’s silver hair, severed by the blade, scattered in the air.
“Then get out of here first thing tomorrow.”
He found her tearless face slightly uncomfortable, but since he’d scared her like this, she’d likely say she was leaving the mansion by tomorrow morning.
Deon turned away without a second thought. A small voice from the bed caught his step for a moment.
“……Why?”
Deon turned his head and looked at Agnes.
The boy’s red eyes now contained a striking hostility unlike before.
“Because I hate humans.”
(This is a time separator.)
‘Why does he hate humans?’
Even just before falling asleep, and from the moment she woke up until now. She pondered Deon’s words, but couldn’t understand the reason.
‘Is it because he’s a power user that he hates humans?’ seemed the most plausible, but.
Then it would mean that Blake also hated humans, so she hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Open it.”
The butler’s gentle voice broke Agnes’s reverie.
The morning sun shone through the window into the room.
She was standing in the butler’s room, holding a single envelope that she had just received from the butler.
Zed caught Agnes on her way to breakfast and brought her here, thanks to him.
“He’s given you a name! Exciting, isn’t it?”
Agnes’s hands opening the envelope were watched closely by two pairs of eyes.
Both the butler and Zed were seeing the name written on the paper for the first time here.
Finally, the paper was unfolded, and the three confirmed the letters.
‘Aha, the Lord enjoys a subtle joke, after all. Now, what to name this little one. I’m torn between Rose and Sophia. Hmm.’
Zed thought it obvious that the child would not be able to read the name, so he assumed that Blake had played a prank.
So the name that I have given will become the child’s name.
Next to him, who was pondering over the candidates, there was a butler with a different thought.
‘…this name?’
The butler’s expression was calm, but inside, he was very flustered.
Because the name that Blake had given to the child was something unexpected.
If she takes this name, the child’s future is…….
‘…no. He said he would give it if she reads it herself.’
He then remembered Blake’s words and calmed his confusion.
It wouldn’t happen because the child wouldn’t be able to read the letter.
The child, who had been staring intently at the paper, looked up.
She was truly a cute child, as I thought yesterday. Especially when facing her shining silver hair and eyes, it felt like all worries and concerns could be forgotten.
However, unlike the contented butler, the child extended the paper to him with a very troubled expression.
“Butler.”
“……Can’t you read it?”
“I think you gave it wrong.”
“I didn’t give it wrong.”
“But…….”
The child hesitated for a moment.
Then, as if pointing out the butler’s mistake, she glanced at the paper with a considerably uncomfortable look and carefully opened her mouth.
“It says ‘Twaryche Rodwick’ here…….”
“……!”
“Gasp. Kid, you can read the letters?!”
The butler was speechless, and Zed was surprised and questioned her.
“Yes.”
“Really……?”
Zed had a worldshattered look on his face. He was frustrated for the absurd reason that the Rose name I had created flew into thin air.
Agnes, unaware of this fact, thought she had made another mistake and was troubled.
She briefly considered whether to reveal that she knew how to read, but she couldn’t prolong her concern because the received name was too startling.
‘Rodwick.’
Doesn’t using the same surname mean family? At least according to the knowledge I have, it was like that.
‘I surely received it wrong.’
Agnes was certain.
The owner of that name was not herself. It was definitely someone else’s name. And a very noble lineage at that.
The paper in her hand felt heavy. Though it was just paper, it felt like an indescribable weight was pressing down on her.
She wished for the butler to take the paper in her hand away quickly.
But the butler, who was only looking at me with unknown eyes, soon smiled and said.
“Twaryche Rodwick. A fitting name indeed.”
“……Yes?”
“Congratulations on your new status. Miss.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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