Allen sat down as if unable to contain his grief, tears streaming down his face.
“Why didn’t you listen to me? Why were you so reckless…!”
His hand on the coffin, veins stood out on the back of his hand.
He trembled as if he couldn’t bear the sight of his fiancée’s tragic end.
That was Leah’s cue. She approached Allen, patting his shoulder to comfort him.
“I don’t know what words of comfort to offer.”
Leah was surprised at her ability to comfort the man responsible for her death with such dignified composure.
‘You’re now Grace Bizac.’
She reminded herself not to slip up.
Grace’s body was petite and delicate but otherwise flawless. Shiny golden hair, pale skin, violet eyes shimmering blue, like precious jewels.
Her breath was as soft as a gentle breeze.
Even a woman would be charmed by her.
Allen, regaining composure, turned to Leah, pretending to be a grieving fiancé.
“Thank you for being here for my fiancée’s last journey.”
“It’s nothing. It’s truly tragic.”
“No, you did what I couldn’t. I searched everywhere for Leah, but couldn’t prevent this tragedy.”
Allen briefly explained why Leah fled, and the situation of the Hamilton trading house back in their homeland.
“I tried to persuade Leah and her father until the end, but the merchant insisted that anything profitable should be sold, ignoring my advice.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!”
Leah was hit with a stark realization of her own arrogant belief that she knew everything about a person.
‘In the end, I knew nothing about Allen.’
“I took a stand because it went against my beliefs and morality. Even so, I never dreamed Leah would leave me and flee like that.”
He continued to shed tears while speaking.
Leah took out a handkerchief from her small bag and handed it to him. She felt an urge to strangle Allen right then and there, but she bit her lip and held back.
“Conserve your tears.”
Leah’s voice cracked involuntarily. She was disgusted by his lies and pretense before her.
“If I were in her place… I think I wouldn’t like it. I wouldn’t want the man I loved to mourn for me for too long.”
“Thank you for your consolation.”
“Deceased Miss Hamilton must also fully understand her fiancé’s heart.”
“But on that day, I regret not persuading Leah more actively. I think it will remain as a lifelong regret.”
Allen wiped his tears with the handkerchief Leah had handed him and continued.
“Leah was very stubborn; she wouldn’t listen to me.”
Leah looked at Allen pityingly and then turned around.
At that moment, he caught her again with a gentle tone.
“Miss Bizac, I’m sorry, but I would like to know about Leah’s last moments. When can you spare me some time?”
“What?”
As Leah turned around to respond, another man’s voice echoed softly in the chapel.
“Grace.”
Leah’s gaze followed the voice, as if instinctively reacting to the stimulus.
A man in a black uniform approached Leah and Allen, his tall and robust stature wrapped entirely in black, exuding a cold face with fiery energy.
His black eyes were overwhelming, intimidating anyone who looked into them.
Especially, the man exuded a masculine aura that seemed absolutely stronger than Allen’s.
“Count Kurtois.”
Leah approached him with delight, and he naturally wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“!?”
Leah flinched involuntarily at his action.
‘Why is this man acting like this? He never does this.’
“Finally, Miss Hamilton’s fiancé has arrived.”
Leah gently raised her head and whispered to him.
Allen observed Leah and the Count, probably thinking they were lovers.
“It’s a relief that the deceased didn’t end up in a common grave. I was worried.”
His words carried a reproach towards Allen for his late appearance.
“She was deeply mourned.”
“Then, have we done everything we should, Grace?”
“Yes.”
That’s when Allen approached Leah.
“Miss Bizac, would you introduce me to the gentleman beside you? I’d like to thank him.”
“This is Count Terren Kurtois.”
“What…? Ah, the famous Count Kurtois. I’m Allen McDowell. Thank you for taking care of my fiancée’s funeral. I will definitely repay this kindness.”
Allen seemed more shocked to meet the Count than by the fact that his fiancée had died.
But Count Kurtois looked at him unimpressed and turned to look at his fiancée.
“Let’s leave now.”
Count Kurtois turned, still holding Grace’s shoulder.
However, Allen didn’t easily let them go.
“Wait, just one more thing.”
He quickly stepped forward, not to the Count but to her.
“What can I help you with?”
“Was there anything left behind by Leah? A necklace, perhaps…”
“A necklace?”
“No… I’ll look into it.”
Confused by Leah’s reaction, Allen made way for them.
“Is the necklace important?”
Leah was curious about what Allen would say.
“It’s an heirloom passed down through generations of our trading company. I wanted to keep it safe.”
“If it’s such a necklace, it must contain the history and secrets of the trading company. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything about it.”
Leah spoke to Allen while her gaze drifted towards Terren. Someone else must have the necklace.
“I see.”
Leah turned away from Allen, suppressing the rising anger within her quietly.
“Your fiancée will be buried here in the church cemetery.”
“Count Kurtois, I cannot leave Leah abandoned in foreign soil.”
“Being discarded in her homeland might be better, no?”
Terren then spoke to Allen in a calm tone, suggesting he understood Allen’s ulterior motives.
“What do you mean by that?”
Allen seemed greatly surprised, as if Terren had read his mind.
“You already know what I mean, no need for explanations.”
“But I can request the repatriation of the body to Galdensia.”
Grace interrupted their conversation.
“Don’t you wish for your beloved fiancée to rest in peace?”
If Allen didn’t insist, Leah’s body would at least be safe.
Allen remained silent at her words.
He wanted a perfect cover-up by handling Leah’s body in Galdensia.
But now that her death was confirmed, there was no need to insist further.
‘Dead don’t speak.’
A mournful funeral march started to echo throughout the church.
Leah’s gaze naturally moved from the coffin to Allen.
‘This is your requiem, you scoundrel!’
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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