Even in a situation captured by the desire to hold a woman, suddenly regained rationality tightly gripped the reins of instinct.
The woman, with her cheeks flushed red, was beautiful enough, and his body instinctively wanted to merge with hers, but…….
Upon seeing her beautiful pumpkincolored eyes, now devoid of any rebellious or refusing look, and her harmless face looking up at him with eyes wide open, an indescribable emotion welled up.
Simultaneously, a question that he had forcefully ignored since reuniting with her surged strongly at the back of his head.
……Can he take responsibility for her?
He knew very well what privilege he could have because he was a Blahnath, and what duty he had to bear to enjoy that privilege.
To prosper the family and marry a noblewoman from the top 10 families, or a foreign royalty, and continue the lineage.
Even if he had to marry a woman he didn’t love, he had no intention of making a pompous existence called a wife, like his father did.
He had to leave for Lindcoem tomorrow to attend the coronation. So he knew better than anyone that it was right to let go of this woman, whom he couldn’t take to Corb or the Conwell estate.
What he was doing now was merely a spur of the moment act, provoked by the presence of a stranger who had come to fetch this woman.
That was all.
It was just that this woman, who didn’t remember him, was both annoying and perfectly to his taste.
If so, why.
Being attracted to a beautiful person is just an animal instinct. If it’s love, he wouldn’t think of chewing her up completely.
If it’s just that much, all the more reason why.
He dropped his hand, which had halfpulled the buckle, after tightly clenching and loosening it into a fist.
After tidying the disheveled dress and rolledup skirt he had peeled off with his own hands, he slowly brushed the woman’s soft hair aside.
She was still staring at him with a feverish face. Even though he thought he should stop, he kissed her lips. Several times.
The sound of touching and breaking away from the wet lips shook his mental strength.
Even the thought of just making her his wife passed through his mind, and he was disgusted with himself.
Cassard loosened the necklace with one hand and put it on top of the stillbreathing woman’s chest.
Bearing the sight of her wet lips and the gaze that looked at him with small, frail herbivorelike eyes was tough, so he turned his head away.
“Go away.”
“Where, where…….”
The woman’s pupils swelled in bewilderment. That look was also stimulating enough that Cassard completely turned away and pressed the call bell.
Rakan was on standby outside the door. It seemed that he was the one who had knocked.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Send her back.”
Whether it was the butler Peron, Sergeant Rakan, or the woman who had just been in his arms, they all looked at Cassard with a bewildered face at his sudden command.
“Yes?”
“Send her back to where she was, whether it’s the monastery or the hospital.”
“Your Highness, it’s not time yet.”
Rakan, taken aback that the woman was being sent back even though the investigation of the incident was not yet complete, objected.
Certainly, it wasn’t that the woman was the culprit, in agreement with his associate, Duke Blahnath, but then, who had falsely accused her and for what purpose? An investigation of the surroundings was necessary.
Cassard merely cast a cold glance at such a Lakan.
Official dress uniform.
It was the look in the eyes of the commander leading the Blahnath division.
“……I apologize. I have overstepped my bounds.”
While the quickwitted Lakan bowed his waist to apologize to the Duke, Butler Peron stepped forward and handled the situation.
The Duke, who paid no attention to his wife, had disheveled hair, and his face, not to mention his whole body, turned bright red.
Peron thought that his wife had offended the Duke’s feelings in some way and quickly signaled to her to leave.
The wife, not knowing what to do, followed Peron out, sneaking glances at the Duke. The Duke, who was looking over the documents brought by Sergeant Lakan, paid no attention to this side at all.
“I will take care of your luggage and take you wherever you want.”
“……No need, my luggage.”
As the woman following the butler was about to completely disappear through the crack in the door, Cassard raised his gaze to the white paper that had not caught his eye and took in her retreating figure.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]After being simultaneously treated to a passionate attack of affection and a thorough cold shoulder by the Duke, I returned to the monastery without even asking why he had kissed me, why he suddenly turned cold.
Wearing another noblewoman’s illfitting clothes.
“His Grace the Duke sends this.”
The chauffeur who had driven her handed over a heavy velvet pouch. Scathach felt completely humiliated, thinking that the Duke was mocking her to the end.
I resented myself for even momentarily thinking the Duke was an okay person.
“I don’t want it.”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
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Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
