For a whole week, the duke had placed Skaha at a table that he could glimpse from his office desk with just a slight lift of his eyes.
Thanks to that, Skaha could fully enjoy the sight of his concentration on the papers, such as the thick, dark black hair naturally falling, the long eyelashes extending above the red eyes focused on the papers, the smooth side profile and nose, and the red lips.
Anyhow, the fact that he was incredibly handsome was an objective truth, and except for psychological problems and the past, it was a face good for purifying the mind and body.
In the office or bedroom, even if there were precarious situations, the duke never made the same mistake as before.
He didn’t remember me or even boast anymore. Of course, the act of placing a freesia on the bed every morning did not stop, but that was all.
So, Skaha easily came to the conclusion that the duke was not such a bad person, except for the fact that he was of Blahnath blood.
“It’s difficult if you stare so blatantly.”
Lost in thought, Skaha suddenly met the red eyes staring at me, and her mind became tangled as if a thread had knotted.
“I, I wasn’t staring.”
“Then why were you looking like that?”
“Just… handsome……”
“What?”
Suddenly, Skaha’s face flushed. Even if the duke was handsome, who would dare evaluate his handsomeness to his face? Skaha admitted her mistake and hastily apologized.
“Ah… sorry… suddenly… the question…”
Seeing the duke stand up and approach her, Skaha looked at him blankly, speaking with spaces between her words. With one hand on the table, the duke confronted Skaha with a crooked stance.
“Handsome?”
“……Objectively.”
“Your opinion?”
“Is my opinion important……?”
“Well, answer it.”
“I also have common aesthetic sense, so……”
“Continue.”
“……I think you’re handsome.”
Rather than praise to defuse the situation, Skaha, seeing the duke’s eyebrows narrow, flinched and shrank back.
“You. How much…….?”
At the angrylooking man’s face, Skaha tightly closed her eyes.
“So, sorry.”
After heaving a long sigh, he grabbed Skaha’s chin and made her look at him. Now it seemed not anger, but tension.
Tension. A word that did not suit the man, yet she thought it was unlikely.
“……You know, don’t you.”
“What……?”
During the week, it would be a lie to say that there was no sexual tension between the two. But they never touched.
Not knowing what habits Skaha had when she was asleep, she could only think that way. When awake, he consciously avoided it.
He scanned Skaha’s lips with his red eyes. At that languid look, Skaha’s face flushed red hot.
“Say no if you don’t like it.”
The visible pink tongue between slightly parted lips was provocative. The heart was pounding so hard that she thought one might die from it.
Just before the two people’s lips almost touched, the office phone rang loudly.
As if caught by someone, Skaha pushed away the duke’s chest that confined her.
“You, answer the phone!”
Ignoring the bell and trying to push the woman, Cassard furrowed his brow before finally regaining his reason.
If it’s a call to the office, it might be an issue in the Conwell or Baltimore territories, important business matters, or otherwise royal affairs.
“Wait.”
Pressing down on the woman’s shoulder to make her sit again, he headed to the desk to answer the phone.
“Duke Blahnath speaking.”
Before an answer came from the handset, the woman ran out of the office, her face fiery red.
It’s me, Attila, the one you love.
Watching the woman’s back, Cassard’s red eyes, letting out a hollow laugh, seemed a bit dim.
“……Why did you call? If it’s nothing, I’ll kill you.”
Wow, that’s harsh. What are you giving me for my coronation gift?
“Send a list if you need anything. If not, I’ll tell them to prepare anything.”
Oh, I want something.
“What is it?”
The real culprit who killed Duke Blahnath.
“…….”
Are you coming to the coronation? We, I think we have quite a lot to discuss.
Cassard stared at the calendar placed on his office desk. The coronation of Attila’s Emperor was in a week. Thinking about the banquet held before and after, he had to depart no later than tomorrow.
It was a fact he already knew in his mind. He also had to let go of a woman he couldn’t take with him to Corbro.
“……I must go.”
What’s with that reluctant tone? Aren’t you celebrating? You do it, Emperor?
“Go talk. I’m hanging up.”
Hey!
Ignoring Attila’s hollow cry, Cassard hung up the phone and immediately summoned his butler Peron.
“Skaha is.”
“She’s in her bedroom. By the way, my lord. A man claiming to be Skaha’s brother has come. What should we do?”
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Nemed sat in the reception room, watching Duke Blahnath.
A man with piercing red eyes that seemed to see through people. Elegant and relaxed movement, yet strangely modest, he looked every bit a nobleman.
The Duke slowly rotated the foot of his cigar with his fingers, offering one to Nemed as well.
“It’s alright.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
