Terran’s decisive response brought relief to Leah’s tense expression.
“Me too. I trust in new knowledge discovered through scientists’ long research.”
‘I used to believe that, not anymore.’
“Grace, you don’t seem fully recovered yet.”
Terran tucked her into bed, covered her up to the neck with blankets, and then left the room.
‘Ha! Magic, possession, regression… side effects of the potion?’
He shook his head as he walked down the hallway, dismissing such ridiculous thoughts. But he paused and turned back to look at Grace’s door.
‘Switched souls?’
Wasn’t that the same thought he had about Grace’s changed behavior? He quickly dismissed it as absurd.
In this era of electricity, telegraphs, steam locomotives, and mass production, such a notion seemed illogical.
‘It can’t be true.’
Terran shook his head again, casting away the thoughts.
June weather in the Lubeck Empire was ideal for activities. Leah’s pneumonia had healed completely, and Terran’s gunshot wound had also fully recovered, allowing them both to resume normal life.
Today, on the weekend, everyone enjoyed tea in the garden.
Terran, sipping tea across from Grace, was frequently reminded of that moment. The way Grace’s hand gently wiped the tears from his eyes, soothing the long-rotted and stinking wounds of his heart.
It was just a touch, but the sensation was vivid. Ordinary words seemed to hold profound truths.
“Duke Courtois fought with all his might and brought peace back. So, don’t blame yourself.”
The image of her small body trying to warm up his cold one lingered in his mind.
“It’s impolite, I know, but to get through tonight, we have no choice. Please bear with the discomfort.”
The sensation of her small head resting against his chest felt like a white dove had flown into his charred heart and was nuzzling his face.
“!?”
Terran was startled by the loud beating of his heart.
‘What a sight I am.’
Embarrassed by his own wild imaginings and fluttering heart, he averted his gaze. Just then, his eyes met James’s, who was approaching hastily.
“Duke, a letter from overseas has arrived.”
“A letter?”
“Seems to be from the Turkish royal family.”
Terran examined the envelope. Only the recipient’s address was written in a common language, with no sender information, but a stamp depicting the Turkish Sultan made it possible to guess its origin.
As Terran read the contents of the letter, his expression turned rigid.
“I can’t make head or tail of it.”
“What if even you can’t understand, Duke?”
James asked, puzzled. He knew Terran had a close relationship with the Sultan of Turkey.
“I can speak a little Turkish but can’t read or write it. It’s not an easy language.”
“We’ll need to find a translator or interpreter, then.”
“Yes, we will.”
Leah hesitated, watching quietly.
‘I can read and write Turkish.’
Having dealt extensively with Muslim traders through Hamilton Trading, she had seen many books related to them and had naturally encountered their merchants from a young age, learning their language.
‘Should I offer to do it? Would that be uncharacteristic of Grace?’
Everyone would surely find it strange. But to obtain the necklace, she needed Terran’s trust.
‘No, Duke himself said he believes only in science.’
So he couldn’t possibly imagine that she wasn’t really Grace.
“I’m curious too, what Turkish looks like.”
Leah feigned interest. It was crucial to gauge Terran’s reaction.
Terran handed the letter to Leah nonchalantly, and finally, she read its contents.
‘They’re sending five camels as a gift?’
She recognized most of the words, but a few were unfamiliar.
“You won’t understand it.”
Terran’s voice carried no expectation as he casually sipped his tea.
“James, do we have a Turkish dictionary in the library?”
“Unfortunately, we don’t have one.”
That’s when Terran put down his cup and observed Grace’s reaction.
Surely Grace wouldn’t know Turkish, on top of the language of Landes.
Yet, he was curious. How would she surprise him this time?
“What does it say?”
“It’s not precise, but it seems like the Sultan of Turkey is sending five camels as a gift to Duke Courtois.”
Terran, James, and even Pauline, who was serving tea, froze simultaneously.
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
