Interest Compounds on Revenge (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
It was exactly the reaction I had expected. However, Terren was slightly different. He nodded indifferently, seemingly agreeing with Grace’s reply.
“It’s… not certain. I learned it myself when I was very young.”
“Wow!”
Pauline set down the teapot and clapped her hands.
If Grace kept improving like this every time she fell ill, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
“We’ll also need a dictionary. There are even more words I don’t know.”
She had grasped almost all of the content; it was just two or three words that were difficult.
“I’ll send five camels as a gift.”
Terren tapped his forehead with his finger, looking troubled.
“Wouldn’t refusing the Sultan’s gift be a grave insult?”
James spoke with concern in his voice.
“That’s right—in their culture, it’s an extremely generous gift, and if you refuse it, they might say they’ll never see you again.”
It wouldn’t do to offend Turki, especially since no one knew when or where war might break out. Wales had received considerable aid from Turki during their last war.
“Can camels even survive in Rubec?”
Pauline tilted her head, puzzled.
They’d surely complain if the camels died, but Terren himself wasn’t sure whether camels could even be kept in Rubec, given its cold winters.
“I do have a way.”
Lea, after carefully gauging the mood, reluctantly spoke up, and all eyes instantly turned to her.
“We send a polite reply letter.”
“Is that all?”
Pauline looked disappointed by Lea’s ordinary answer. Terren and James felt the same.
“A polite reply is the bare minimum.”
Terren, as if deciding there was nothing more worth expecting, took another sip of his tea.
“What if we ask them to send camel hair instead of live camels?”
At Lea’s suggestion, everyone’s attention snapped back to her.
“Camel hair? What would we even use that for?”
Terren showed clear skepticism.
“We can just accept it and throw it away afterward, right?”
James agreed, saying it was a good idea.
Yet Terren remained curious about Grace’s true intention. He wondered what she was really thinking and how much more she would astonish everyone.
“The fabric made from camel hair is called ‘camel hair.’ Soft down is collected only from camels shedding their coats in spring, then blended with wool to create a very high-end textile.”
“Well, since Lebon has many textile mills, it’d be easy to make use of that hair.”
“Good thinking, Grace, Pauline.”
Terren praised both of them. Lea found the whole situation astonishing anew.
In Galdensia, servants couldn’t even open their mouths when nobles were conversing. Yet the Duke’s household seemed unusually open-minded compared to other noble families.
“We could make coats or cloaks from that fabric and sell them at high prices.”
Terren was surprised by Grace once again—so much so that he wondered if this was really the same woman he knew.
But if not Grace, then who else? Denying it would be even more absurd.
“We should proceed as Grace suggested.”
Terren respected her wishes. In fact, he even considered letting her draft the reply letter to the Sultan of Turki herself.
“Duke Courtois, may I go into town with Pauline tomorrow? I think we should check the bookstore for a Turki dictionary.”
“Go ahead—but!”
“Yes?”
“Not with Pauline. Come with me instead.”
Everyone was startled by Terren’s proposal—especially Pauline and James. It was almost unbelievable that this was the same Terren, who normally showed no interest in anything.
‘Ever since the young lady changed, the Duke has changed too. Why are you two acting so oddly?’
To be honest, it felt as though their roles had completely reversed.
The Grace who used to cling desperately to Terren had vanished. Now, it was Terren who actively approached Grace.
‘No matter where they go or how they change, as long as they’re happy, that’s what matters.’
Pauline watched the two of them and smiled contentedly.
The next day, Lea went to a bookstore in town with Terren.
‘Actually, this works out well. I need to get closer to the Duke anyway.’
Fortunately, they found a Turki dictionary at the bookstore, so their errand was quickly resolved. The two then stopped by a nearby café for coffee, feeling relaxed.
The café exuded a distinctly exotic atmosphere, with its blue awning, white arched windows, and rustic wooden tables and chairs.
Despite the warm coffee in front of her, Lea was so absorbed in the dictionary that she didn’t even touch it.
Terren watched her leisurely, his arms resting on the table.
Sunlight streaming through the window touched her golden hair, making it seem as if she herself were glowing.
Her delicate jawline, the stray strands of hair trailing down it, her pink lips, and even her small, slender fingers carefully turning the pages—it all looked like a painting.
Especially striking were her eyes, glimpsed through her thick lashes, which today shone with unusual clarity. And whenever she breathed, her full chest rose and fell gently like a small bird’s, evoking an almost illicit feeling.
Just then, Lea looked up and met Terren’s gaze.
“Duke Courtois, what should I do?”
Lea’s face was flushed.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”
“The dictionary isn’t the new edition. Um… I think I picked up the wrong one. I’m sure I saw the new edition at the bookstore.”
“Then we’ll exchange it.”
“I’ll go quickly and get it.”
“Stay put. I’ll go myself.”
Terren took the dictionary and left the café. Only after watching him disappear through the window did Lea finally pick up her now-cold coffee cup.
‘What a ridiculous mistake.’
She’d needlessly burdened Terren. Just then, the café door opened, and some customers walked in.
Lea looked toward the entrance, wondering if Terren had returned so quickly—but it wasn’t him.
‘It’ll take at least ten minutes just to get there.’
In that case, she should use the time until his return to draft the letter.
After all, it wasn’t just any letter—it was addressed to the Sultan of Turki, so she needed to use refined vocabulary to show proper respect.
But she soon realized how rarely things in life went exactly as one wished.
“Good afternoon.”
A strange man approached Lea and spoke to her. It was the two customers who’d just entered. Without asking permission, they sat down across from her.
“Who are you?”
“We saw such a beautiful lady and wanted to greet you.”
“We’re definitely not suspicious people—we’re students at the Imperial University.”
The moment they’d entered the café, they’d been instantly captivated by Lea. They’d walked through town countless times, but it had been a long while since they’d seen a woman so stunning she seized their attention at first glance.
“I’m sorry, but my companion will be back soon.”
Lea rejected them firmly.
She had no desire to idle away time with strangers. Moreover, she now keenly realized just how beautiful Grace truly was.
Honestly, this was something she’d never experienced even once while living as Lea Hamilton. Not that she’d ever been dissatisfied with or insecure about her own looks.
‘Being beautiful is inconvenient, too.’
After all, Allen’s gaze at the funeral had been no different from these men’s. He hadn’t offered the insincere flattery he’d once shown Lea Hamilton—he’d displayed genuine attraction.
‘I was such a fool, believing his sweet words without realizing they were lies.’
Thinking of Allen, Lea felt a surge of anger in her chest.
She’d always considered herself fairly intelligent. Yet in the end, she too had been blinded by her own emotions and failed to see the truth.
Unrequited love paralyzes reason and clouds judgment. Lea had realized this truth far too late.
“We’ll just talk until your companion arrives.”
“We’ll make it entertaining for you.”
The men clung on persistently, so Lea stood up.
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
In situations like this, it was wisest not to engage at all. Even the slightest encouragement would only make them more bothersome.
Lea left the café and headed toward the bookstore to find Terren. Along the way, she kept silently resolving to herself:
“Never again will I fall in love. There’s no place for love in my life.”
She quickened her pace—but soon found herself blocked from both front and back. The men from the café had followed her out and now stood in her way.
“If you’re students of the Imperial University, you should act like gentlemen.”
“We really just want to exchange a few words!”
“We fell in love at first sight—what can we do about it?”
Hearing their words, Lea let out a bitter laugh.
‘Damn it!’
She nearly cursed aloud, disgusted by their shallow talk of love.
Pretending to head right, Lea swiftly darted left and ran straight ahead without looking back.
She had absolutely no desire to waste even a single second chattering with them about love.
But she’d run too far—she’d lost the men, yet now found herself in an unfamiliar street. To make matters worse, in her haste, she’d left her handbag behind at the café.
With not a single coin to her name, Lea felt utterly lost.
The sun would set soon, and it was extremely dangerous for a woman to walk the streets alone at night.
‘I’ll just go back to the bookstore.’
She calmed herself as best she could, retraced her steps, and fortunately reached the bookstore without much difficulty.
But no matter how thoroughly she searched the shop, Terren was nowhere to be seen. He must have already exchanged the book and returned to the café.
‘Should I go back to the café?’
But what if she ran into those men again on the way? All sorts of troubling thoughts swirled in her mind.
[This is the timeline separator]After exchanging the book, Terren hurried back to the café—but Grace was nowhere inside.
Her coffee cup was barely touched. Just then, he overheard a strange conversation.
“I’m dying of regret. Who knew such a beauty existed in Lebon?”
“Tell me about it. We let her slip right through our fingers.”
“If we’re going to feel this regretful, we should’ve just held on to her and not let go. We didn’t expect her to dart off like a squirrel.”
“I agree. We should’ve grabbed her and at least gotten her name. The more she refused us, the more stubborn we got—it’s driving me crazy.”
“Should we open her handbag? Maybe there’s something inside that’ll give us a clue.”
Just as the two men were about to open Grace’s handbag, it vanished from right before their eyes. Their gazes immediately shifted to a man dressed entirely in black.
“Did you steal the handbag?”
“Not at all! A young lady left it behind, so we were just trying to return it…”
They waved their hands frantically in denial at Terren’s question. Yet Terren’s expression only grew darker.
“Dare you lay hands on my woman?”
“Your woman? Ah… I… I’m sorry.”
Only then did they finally grasp the situation and apologized.
“No need to apologize. You’ll just get beaten first.”
Terren roughly loosened his tie as he spoke.
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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I don’t understand, if she is trying to save the twins, why is she putting a gun to her head? She needs to be alive for the twins to survive.
This is sounding less like a punishment and more like a privilege.
Sometimes this novel’s inability to reflect anything close to realism frustrates me. Let’s reward arson and attempted murder! (Can’t help but point out the lack of creativity with Mr. Baker’s name.)