He promised to promote Lugarde to a higher rank in the Blachnat Division and reinstate him, and even Nemeth, Orla, Ettin, and even Rochal, he allowed them all to come to the Pherapale Palace if Scatha wanted.
After doing that, he seemed to think it was nothing, judging by his lack of response to the grateful words.
Scatha, putting the food he had given her in her mouth and slowly savoring it, looked at his handsome face.
Actually, he was handsome even when he was covered in sweat, but when he came out after taking a shower while Scatha was asleep, he seemed to have a kind of glow.
It was absurd to have such ridiculous thoughts when he was deep in depression because of a single letter, but even he himself couldn’t believe it.
Having defeated all the servants who were serving meals, he personally scooped food and put it on Scatha’s plate. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Scatha thanked him once again.
“I didn’t know you would accept the request so easily.”
After dividing the food into small portions and putting it on Scatha’s plate, he put down the utensils and looked at Scatha closely.
Always in a neat and straight posture, elegant and graceful.
“You should think about accepting my proposal like this.”
“…A one-year ducal allowance, right?”
“You don’t need to feel burdened. As I said, it’s just a matter of paperwork.”
Scatha, with a slightly wrinkled expression, tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
She didn’t understand why he was saying not to feel burdened about the reinstatement to the position of ducal allowance that no one else could occupy, while showing a light smile without going into specific details.
“Why is it for a year?”
“…You have to fill in for a year. If it takes longer, you’ll develop lingering feelings.”
“Is it that lingering feeling…?”
Looking at Scatha, who asked with a crawling voice if it was about her, he chuckled. After seeing that smile, he felt like he had finally found the right track.
However, it was still an unknown story.
To Scatha, who asked if it was a lingering feeling about her, he only showed a faint smile.
“Is there anything else you want to eat?”
“Well…”
Scatha, who was eating without realizing she was hungry while looking at his face, didn’t particularly have something she wanted to eat.
“I don’t want to eat anything… but there’s something I wish you would do.”
“Something you want me to do?”
“Put your hand on my belly and call the name.”
Approaching cautiously after a brief hesitation, he raised his hand to the belly when Scatha called it.
“What should I call?”
There had been a conversation with Evan Bahr about him and the baby’s names.
Seeing that he couldn’t remember, he might have thought it was a conversation without much meaning to him, but it was fine.
It was okay.
“It’s ‘Maha.'”
He muttered ‘Maha’ in a pleasant voice. At the same time, as he called the baby’s name, a fluttering movement was felt.
Scatha flinched for a moment, then looked up with a bright smile.
“Did you feel it just now?”
“Yeah.”
“Interesting. Look at the baby’s movement. Surprised?”
With a light smile, he allowed Scatha to guide his hands in various directions.
Isn’t it amazing?!
Oh, it moved again!
When Scatha laughed, he laughed along. In fact, that was enough.
Unexpectedly returning to Parzad and spending about a week at the palace, Casar spent time with Scatha and Maha. Of course, he stayed separately at the Palace Budakh, but still.
Before leaving for Tesea, Casar stopped by Pherapale Palace and affectionately kissed Scatha’s forehead.
“When will you come back?”
“In the fall.”
“Are you getting engaged to another woman?”
When Scatha asked with a puzzled face, he laughed unusually loudly.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re pretty.”
“I’m so pretty, but you’re engaged to another woman?”
“I said I didn’t like politics… It feels like getting scolded by the government.”
“I don’t know. You don’t explain things to me well. I’ll do what I want.”
“Okay. Do that. As long as you’re not running away, everything as you wish.”
“I’m not running away…”
Feeling sorry again, she tightly held the hem of his suit jacket, and he gently lifted her hand and gave a light kiss on the back of her hand. With a perfect gentleman’s posture.
“I’ll be back.”
Between the two of them, small flower petals announcing the end of summer fluttered with the warm breeze.
…Please kiss me.
At Scatha’s words, he didn’t hesitate to bow his upper body, hugged her, and deeply pressed his lips against hers.
As the lips that were lightly sucking opened slightly, he gently pushed in the warm flesh between them.
Even swallowing the faintly exhaled breath, he willingly made space for Scatha to breathe. The peculiar sensation gradually intensified, and long fingers delved deeply through the strands of hair.
…I love you.
With saliva connecting their lips, Scatha, unable to suppress the overflowing emotions, gasped for breath and said, “I love you.”
Despite Scatha’s words of love, he still didn’t offer any response, but it was okay. The subtle scent of the man, who overlapped his lips again, intertwined with the sweet aroma of the Ferpale Palace that bloomed gracefully with sweet pea and lavender, seemed to completely disturb the nasal and oral mucosa.
Among the summers Scatha experienced in the Parsad Empire, it was the most fragrant season.
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?
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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…
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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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