Leah, too excited and happy, was blissfully unaware of the foolish expression she made while staring intently at Terrun. Her emotions had swung from disappointment to surprise and then to tears.
Terrun found her fickle reactions amusing. Honestly, he now forgave everything he said that might have hurt her.
“You’re right, Terrun. People are different on the inside and outside.”
While they openly criticized her as vulgar, inside they were filled with curiosity about something new.
Terrun felt happy seeing Grace’s joy, but being near her only intensified his excitement.
He shuddered at the thought of wanting to kiss Grace and do more.
“Terrun, we need a shop for the business, right?”
“That’s… right.”
Terrun, his face turning red, repeatedly swallowed. The desire to sweep her into his arms and take her to bed, unleashing his pent-up lust, triggered all sorts of indecent fantasies.
“I’m going to town. I’ll look for a suitable shop location with Pollin.”
“Just the two of you?”
“It’s okay. We won’t be late, and having Luke follow us around is uncomfortable.”
“I’ll allow it if you return early.”
“Yes.”
Leah sprang from her seat and ran towards the door. Then, suddenly turning back, she walked quickly towards Terrun.
“Thank you, Terrun.”
Blushing like a young girl, Leah expressed her gratitude with a peck on his cheek.
Terrun, stunned, watched her. He had always maintained a certain distance from her, but in moments of genuine gratitude like this, her sincerity reached him.
Terrun reached out as Grace walked away, but had to satisfy himself with just clutching at air.
‘Leaving me excited like that…’
The heat that had enveloped his body rapidly dissipated. Grace seemed slightly vexing for her obliviousness.
Then, James arrived with a pile of documents.
“Miss seems in high spirits.”
“That she does.”
Terrun responded half-heartedly. Suddenly curious, he wondered if all men had such lascivious thoughts, or if it was just him.
“James, what do you think of a man who feels different emotions when seeing a woman cry?”
“Um… Different emotions, sir?”
“Like, the woman is crying out of sadness, but the man finds her crying face pretty and gets wickedly excited. It’s not about me, though. Don’t misunderstand.”
Terrun asked while hoping James wouldn’t realize it was about his own situation, having never asked such questions before.
“It’s a perfectly normal response.”
James, quick-witted, knew exactly how to respond as a butler. His somewhat businesslike answer was to avoid embarrassing Terrun.
“Is that so?”
“Seeing a crying woman as pretty indicates affection. A man’s body reacting with excitement is completely normal, unless he’s a cold-hearted or impotent person.”
“That makes sense.”
Terrun appeared satisfied.
James also felt pleased. It seemed like spring had finally arrived for Terrun.
“Where did Miss Grace go?”
“She wants to do business, went to the city to look for a shop.”
“Did you permit that?”
James asked, shocked. A noble lady doing business was unthinkable, especially since Grace was engaged to the prominent Courtois family.
“James, times have changed.”
Terrun responded to a pale-faced James.
“But…”
“I intend to support Grace in whatever business or endeavor she wishes to pursue. You’ve seen it, haven’t you, James?”
“What exactly?”
“When Grace skillfully wrote a letter to the Sultan of Turki, didn’t you find her beautiful?”
“That situation is different, isn’t it?”
“I know the value of having dreams and clear life goals.”
I wandered in endless darkness, living powerless days. A hell without dreams or hope. Even now, although not as often as before, I still have nightmares.
Mountains of dead soldiers, the wailing of the deceased begging for life, and even Aiden bleeding from losing a leg – the pain still lingers, unresolved.
“Heaven and hell are not far apart.”
Terrun wore a bitter expression, having realized too early in life that hell isn’t just a place one goes to after death. It manifests in various forms – space, time, people.
Among them, the most fearsome hell was himself.
“I like Grace when she dreams. James, would you support her dream as well?”
“Understood, Your Grace.”
Finally, James agreed with Terrun’s words.
Maddox and his men lurked near the duke’s mansion in the most ornate carriage they could find.
“Has anyone seen the duke’s fiancée?”
Maddox asked his men. Not just them, but even their boss, Rapa, didn’t know what the fiancée of the Duke of Courtois looked like.
“Where would people like us get a chance to see such a noble lady?”
“True. I’ve seen the duke properly, though.”
The image of the duke when he came to get the potion was unforgettable.
His first impression was like a gigantic black eagle. Normally, one can understand a person’s emotions by looking into their eyes, but the duke had only deep darkness.
Thus, it was imperative their actions not be traced back to Rapa’s organization.
“Maddox, over there…!”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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