I Decline the Ex-Boyfriend of the Regretful Male Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
The sun had already set, and the sky was covered in a blue hue. I hadn’t even realized how quickly time had passed.
Hertian had left, and as instructed by the Butler, I headed not to my room but to Father’s study.
I was certain both of them would have liked Hertian.
And yet,
“I cannot allow this marriage.”
What on earth was this all of a sudden?
Father had changed his mind—his expression had even shifted completely.
“You’re suddenly opposing the marriage?”
My previously buoyant mood plummeted straight to the floor.
“I’ve given it careful thought. It seems far too hasty a decision.”
I immediately dashed to the desk where Father sat.
Without even glancing at me, Father slid the proposal letter into a drawer.
“But you said just moments ago you’d permit it! If not, you should’ve spoken up while His Grace the Duke was still here!”
I blurted out the words rudely, forgetting all decorum in front of my parents.
“Please tell me why. You must have a reason for changing your mind so abruptly.”
There had to be something—they were clearly hiding it from me.
“Father!”
I pressed him relentlessly as he kept his lips tightly shut.
“Are you really not going to say a word? How can I possibly accept this if you cancel the marriage without any explanation?”
Father, his face grave, pressed a hand to his forehead.
“Well…”
Father ultimately couldn’t continue. His expression looked deeply conflicted.
“Well?”
Father, who had been fidgeting with his lips, shook his head and closed his mouth again. He wore the look of someone who absolutely wouldn’t speak.
“Did something happen while I was away?”
This time, I turned my gaze toward Mother, who was seated by the window. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked away.
“Why are you both being so infuriating? Is marriage some kind of joke? Especially when your prospective son-in-law is His Grace the Duke!”
If only they’d just give me a clear reason—but they showed no intention of speaking.
“I won’t accept it. No matter what you say, I’m marrying His Grace the Duke.”
I’d already discussed with Hertian which day would be auspicious for the wedding.
Barring some natural disaster, the marriage will proceed as planned.
I looked coldly back and forth between Mother and Father.
‘Are you really not going to tell me, even now?’
Neither Father nor Mother seemed ready to speak up—it was the same for both.
I turned to leave the study but then spun around and began listing every reason why I must marry Hertian.
Still, they offered no reply.
Should I talk to them again tomorrow?
“His Grace the Duke will be the perfect husband—the exact kind I’ve always dreamed of.”
Just as I added those final words and turned to go,
“How can you be so certain of that?”
Father finally spoke up.
“As I mentioned earlier, he’s impeccably courteous and has brought nothing but victories from the battlefield. He’ll protect me no matter what happens.”
“How do you know he didn’t just command from behind his knights?”
I shook my head once at his negative remark.
“He did his utmost as a commander. Besides, His Grace is the most handsome man in the empire.”
“You shouldn’t judge a man by his face alone. A real man should be… well-built…”
Father cut himself off with a cough—apparently embarrassed by what he’d almost said.
“His waist must be strong too. Think of how much horseback riding he’s done across battlefields.”
“Ahem. That’s not what I meant to say.”
“Moreover, His Grace has a smooth, straight nose.”
I continued without missing a beat.
“What does his nose have to do with anything?”
“It’s said a man must have a high, prominent nose to perform well… at night.”
I’d learned this from a physiognomist on a hospital TV before I was reincarnated into this book.
“So that’s Cassian’s doing, is it?”
“No. The Young-aes were all gossiping about it.”
And even at the academy, my friends often chatted about noses.
At that remark, coughs erupted from all around.
“Father, I’m all grown up now. I pretended not to know, but since academy days, I’ve known everything there is to know. I’ve seen it all myself.”
My tone was shamelessly bold.
“Besides, our compatibility with His Grace the Duke must be excellent…”
“No!”
Before I could even finish, Father shouted at the top of his lungs. For a moment, I was startled by the unexpected volume from my usually dignified father.
“Not His Grace the Duke! Absolutely not!”
He leapt up from his seat, pacing frantically. Seeing his neck flushed red like a ripe apple, I frowned in confusion.
“Why are you rejecting him so fiercely?”
“Well… His Grace the Duke—that scoundrel!”
Just as Father, steam practically rising from his head, was about to reveal the reason, Mother rushed over and blocked me.
“Anette, go back to your room for now.”
“I won’t leave without hearing the reason! What’s wrong with His Grace the Duke, Father?”
But Mother spoke sternly, her brow furrowed, though her voice carried a hint of secrecy.
“Won’t you listen to your mother? Go back quickly. I’ll explain later.”
[This is the timeline separator]After Anette left, the study was filled with stifling air.
A man who had been hiding behind a large couch stood up and opened the window, finally allowing the stagnant air to circulate.
“Hah… I wonder if this is truly the right thing to do.”
Lucas wiped the sweat from his brow and said pointedly to the man.
“And how am I supposed to explain this to Anette? What can I possibly say to make her understand?”
The man glanced briefly at the closed door, then walked toward the Count.
“For now, please fabricate a plausible story for Miss Anette. If word of what I’ve told you leaks out, both my friend and I will be dead.”
The Count pressed his deeply furrowed brow.
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Thank you. Miss Anette will soon understand why you opposed the marriage.”
“I hope that day comes soon, Baron Melson.”
Baron Melson smiled broadly in relief, his thick beard trembling with the motion.
“Of course.”
“Well, we’ve known each other for so long—thank you for coming today.”
The Count forced a smile as he expressed his gratitude to Melson, the Leangberia family’s long-time personal physician.
“It was truly fortunate you happened to pass by to deliver Anette’s medicine.”
Melson had been the physician who tirelessly treated Lian during his bout with fever.
Having witnessed firsthand how diligently Melson worked to cure Anette as well, the Count couldn’t help but trust his words.
“I’m disappointed in Duke Blanchiche. How foolish of me to assume that, being at war, his conduct with women would naturally be impeccable.”
The Count’s quiet grinding of his teeth echoed through the room.
“I nearly sent my precious daughter to a scoundrel.”
He recalled how Melson had urgently knocked on the door while he and his wife were enjoying a quiet moment in their indoor garden.
Just a few hours ago.
“I heard His Grace Duke Blanchiche and Miss Anette are to be married!”
“Heh heh. The Butler must have already spoken. That’s correct.”
“Have you already stamped the proposal letter?”
“Not yet—but why are you sweating so profusely?”
“Well, you see!”
Melson’s unusually anxious demeanor shocked the previously peaceful Count and Countess.
“His Grace the Duke… is he truly that immoral?”
“My friend, who was dispatched as a physician on this campaign, told me upon his return.”
Apparently, Duke Blanchiche had not only indiscriminately pursued women from villages he conquered during wartime but had even laid hands on princesses.
“He said my friend personally treated His Grace because… well… His Grace’s XX had rotted so badly it reached XXXX.”
Gasp.
Both let out horrified groans at the obscene medical terms they’d never heard before.
“So now, only half of it remains.”
“Half? You mean it’s been cut in half?”
“Since the Countess is present, please verify the details yourself with this.”
What Melson handed over was a medical record—filled with utterly bizarre and unimaginable symptoms.
“But the name here isn’t the Duke’s—could this belong to someone else?”
“For members of the imperial family or high nobility like His Grace the Duke, we deliberately use different names to prevent information leaks.”
That made perfect sense. Moreover, Melson, who had served them faithfully for years, was certainly not the type to fabricate lies without reason.
“Ah…”
Lucas sighed softly. Then, eyes wide as lanterns as though facing catastrophe, he leapt to his feet.
“No! Immediately—we must cancel the marriage at once!”
[This is the timeline separator]As soon as Baron Melson climbed into the carriage, he wiped the cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“Well, I suppose I’m lucky. This scheme should earn me a decent sum.”
Unlike his sweating brow, his face was filled with a triumphant smile.
“Where shall I take you, my lord?”
The coachman asked. Melson briefly considered going first to deliver the news.
“Take me down a back alley.”
But ultimately, deciding it was too late and that resting his fatigue took priority, he chose a tavern instead.
Leaning back against the stiff carriage seat, he let out a quiet giggle.
“That’s why nobles raised gently to the bone are so easy to deceive.”
He thought of the naive Count and Countess Leangberia, who took his every word at face value.
Having lived their whole lives surrounded only by the finest things, they would never do anything that might tarnish their honor, not even slightly.
That’s why he’d started approaching them the moment Lian fell ill—he’d sensed easy prey.
When he later became Anette’s personal physician, fortune smiled on him again as his source of funds came to him willingly.
Even now, years later, they still didn’t know his true identity. He simply did as instructed and collected money from both sides.
All he did was pass along the precious medicinal ingredients given to him. Once, he even pretended to personally procure a rare herb found only in the East—and ever since, the Count and Countess had placed deep trust in him.
“Why is that man so fixated on their daughter?”
He didn’t know the exact reason.
‘Could there be some hidden treasure in the Count’s daughter?’
He merely imagined and vaguely speculated.
His job was simply to carry out orders. Though he did dislike being summoned so abruptly, as today.
“How did he even know the Duke was bringing a proposal letter?”
The more he worked for this person, the more he realized their intelligence network was extraordinary. The Duke had only just returned from war—how could they already know such details?
“He’s not of the imperial family, is he?”
Melson rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and dismissed the troubling thought. After all, as long as he got paid, that was all that mattered. Instead, he chuckled softly, recalling the scene just moments ago.
“Was saying it was cut in half a bit excessive?”
He’d deliberately steered the story in a direction the Count couldn’t easily verify, and the rumor had landed exactly there. It was clearly a hastily fabricated tale.
‘They won’t believe it, will they?’
But his unease lasted only a moment.
Their trust in him was deeper than he’d expected, and the medical record under another name had sealed the deal. And yet—they canceled the marriage without any verification at all.
“The gullible ones are the real fools.”
If anything went wrong, his high-born patron would surely handle it. Melson shrugged off his worries and absentmindedly scratched his suddenly itchy ear.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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I can understand parents won’t send their precious child to bad man but they are noble. Their society are political. They were too for a noble.
She always lost consciousness with him. I wonder why???
“You’ve only loved her for three years. I’ve loved her for five.”
Now why would they were competing in who had long loved her 😂
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“As I said before, I can only cast a forbidden ritual to remove divine abilities
Casting a ‘forbidden ritual’ to remove divine abilities sounds like practicing black magic. So Violet practices black magic? What is her true goal?
He collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Only the ring on his finger glimmered fa
I have quite a few things to say about the function of this enchantment. Right now though the main thing is that if the enchantment functions in this way…what happens if Anette dies while he has the ring turned on?
Under the name ‘Tiamo.’
‘Ti amo’, Spanish for ‘I love you’
Is this the Annette fan club? Lol.
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Hm, did someone know the story like FL? That man, suspicious.