Lord Preston's Secret Tutor (47 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 133
“Hah.”
A laugh finally escaped through her teeth—deeply, utterly deflated.
Windsor was utterly different from her, from head to toe. He wasn’t the type to worry in advance about things that hadn’t happened yet, nor was he the sort to conjure up worst-case scenarios with wild imagination.
Then what had all her worrying up until now even been for?
Jacqueline looked at him with a face drained of strength, then asked, almost as a warning,
“Won’t you regret this?”
At her words, Windsor once again raised one eyebrow sharply. That inscrutable expression belonged to someone who had never once in his life known regret.
Jacqueline let out a soft, breathy chuckle and slowly lifted her hand. Then she placed it gently over his.
As if he’d been waiting for it, Windsor firmly grasped her hand. That alone sent a light shiver through Jacqueline. He intertwined their fingers with the ease of habit.
And each time, Jacqueline felt warmth bloom inside her belly as if she’d swallowed fire. He lit her wick just as one would light an oil lamp—
effortlessly.
Windsor gently pulled her toward him. The two of them walked gracefully toward the center of the hall. People instinctively stepped aside, forming a perfect circle of empty space around them.
Windsor looked down at her with eyes dark and intense—an unmistakable, unfeigned gaze.
Unable to bear the heat of it, Jacqueline lowered her head. Staring at her feet, she whispered softly,
“News of tonight will spread through high society in no time. People will gossip about us even when just two of them gather, and reporters will trail after Lord Windsor, demanding to know what connection you could possibly have with a penniless young lady. Even then, you won’t regret this?”
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!”
——
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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Carpenter, Sherman, and Foster were families that had once been considered as po
He’s revealed his preferences to all of them, but in doing so, he’s also shown his weak point. Now the key is to protect Jacqueline. There’s no telling what they might do to her.
"You always did more than your duty. If I may exaggerate slightly—it felt as tho
I hope he means it sincerely, and that it’s not an attempt to get Windsor back into the navy on the condition of giving up Benjamin, or something of the sort.
“Do you really think I’m saying these things because I’m drunk?”
Even we think so, Windsor. Far too many smiles were given and tender words were spoken in just a couple of minutes, pfft.
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I wonder when the next chapter will be 🥲 I don’t think I can wait patiently, I’m not Windsor, after all lol