Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 003
Even if you commit a crime, do it in Blachnatt.
It was an expression that succinctly revealed the Blachnatt family, which, among the ten families of Farsade that held judicial authority, treated criminals the most humanely.
Perhaps the frail woman locked in the iron cell did not think so.
It was merely better treatment than elsewhere, but a criminal was still a criminal.
The sight of the woman sitting on a hard bed, her disheveled hair hanging long and motionless, was difficult for anyone to perceive as normal.
At the side of the duke standing upright before the iron bars, the warden bowed at a perfect right angle.
“As a result of the surrounding inquiries, aside from working as a nurse at a small hospital near Lindkoem Forest… regrettably, she has not yet spoken, so there are no other materials worth referencing.”
From the perspective of the warden, well past middle age, although Casar was a strikingly young duke, the head of the family personally visiting exerted far greater mental pressure than when inspectors from the Imperial Correctional Bureau came.
Because it was not the imperial family but their master, Duke Blachnatt, who held his leash.
It must have been the greatest tension in the warden’s life. Especially since news from the Conwell territory described him as a ruthless perfectionist compared to the late duke.
“Did you torture her.”
“She would not speak, so a little…”
The warden’s face was slightly tense, but he confessed without a single lie.
She was the only suspect, yet refused to confess to the crime, so they subjected her to various kinds of torture, and for the past three days, they did not let her sleep.
Perhaps he acted out of impatience upon hearing that the duke was personally coming to Lindkoem…
Casar clicked his tongue lowly. No wonder she showed no signs of life and seemed utterly soulless.
“Bring her out.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
As the two guards stationed before the cell unlocked it and entered to drag the woman out, the woman, who had been sitting still as if dead until then, resisted fiercely.
“Let go! Do not touch my body!”
Casar silently watched the scene. Especially the way she staunchly refused the guard’s hand reaching for her right arm…
“Did you lay hands on the prisoner.”
“N-No, absolutely not! I only pulled her arm a little! Prisoners who come to a place like this do not listen well, do they? S-So…! That level of physical contact is something everyone does…”
A young female prisoner, with gauze on her ears, slovenly denying it. The picture was roughly drawn.
Casar let out a faint sigh and stepped into the cell.
At the sight of him entering the cell, not only the warden but also the guards inside, and even the woman, seemed startled. While no one dared to speak, Casar opened his mouth.
“Name.”
Perhaps not intimidated by his gaze looking down at her from above, the woman raised her head straight and met his eyes. Her golden eyes seemed to shine alone even in the dim light of the prison.
“…Scathach.”
Her voice was exactly like a piano melody.
That was why he belatedly realized it was a face he had seen before. In that instant, he felt a pain as if his heart plummeted into an abyss.
The girl from Lindkoem Forest, whom he had searched for so desperately, now stood before him as a mature woman. Though not in a sound state.
A prisoner in the underground dungeon of Lindkoem, who might be his father’s mistress, who might have murdered his father.
Between the disheveled ash-gray hair, even without proper washing, her fair and smooth skin was visible.
Her rebellious amber eyes glared at him with full force, yet comically, the long fluttering brownish eyelashes above them caught his eye.
Casar, who had been gazing at the woman’s face as if entranced, spoke belatedly when she stepped back.
“Speak. Did this man touch you.”
The woman, like a small beast cornered, did not drop her suspicious gaze but slowly nodded. It would not have mattered if it were false.
Casar drew the revolver from behind his waist and aimed it at the guard. His eyes still fixed on the woman.
“Cover your ears.”
The woman, with a frightened face, squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears. The guard could no longer offer pathetic excuses and froze, wetting his pants.
Bang—!
The bullet, grazing perilously close to the bandaged ear of the guard, embedded in the wall. The already unconscious guard would not have seen it.
“Anyone who touches a prisoner from now on will face summary execution.”
There was no need for threats.
Already, the duke’s dry voice and emotionless red eyes had frozen everyone.
The single gunshot echoing in the sunless underground prison instilled fear in all the prisoners held in the Lindkoem mansion’s dungeon.
Afterward, it was said that the guards and even the warden were all on high alert, so it seemed the fear was not instilled only in the prisoners.
From the bathroom connected to the bedroom, the woman, pushed out by the servants’ hands, met his eyes.
There should be dresses that Iriel left at the mansion, but it seemed they judged it unreasonable to dress a criminal in a noble young lady’s clothes. Judging by her coming out in a large nightgown that did not fit.
Even before confirming the suspect’s face, hearing she was a young woman, Casar had thought it better to use conciliatory measures.
However, seeing the woman, freshly bathed and soft, dragged into the bedroom wearing his oversized gown, Casar realized that the one desperately struggling not to fall was himself.
Standing before his eyes was the woman who, since the autumn when she was sixteen, had tormented him by appearing in his mind at every moment.
The hair that had appeared ash-gray in the prison now bore the same light tone of ash mixed with soft brown as he had seen in her childhood.
Even that, touching the flickering candlelight in the bedroom, was dyed golden like her eyes.
Perhaps she found him frightening, sitting calmly reading documents after shooting at a person without hesitation, or perhaps the vague anxiety of a man’s bedroom and her own attire made her stand awkwardly at a distance even after the servants withdrew.
Her large eyes were filled with anxiety. Yet she never averted her gaze. So he kept meeting it directly. Casar sighed, stood from his seat, and approached her.
Flinch, her small body retreated so easily.
As he took another step closer, the woman frowned deeply and looked up at him.
As the distance closed, an artificial rose scent wafted.
No matter that she was a prisoner, since the duke had her brought to his bedroom and she was clearly a beauty, they must have thought her purpose was that.
The artificial scent stimulating his nose was quite irritating. Yet he could not stop breathing.
The moist amber eyes met his gaze directly again. Without forgetting his original purpose, he accepted the gaze and spoke.
“Take it off.”
The woman shook her head. Naturally.
“I will not touch you.”
The woman frowned one eyebrow suspiciously. Casar held out the revolver, still smelling of gunpowder from the prison.
“If I touch you, shoot.”
“Even so…”
Was her voice always like that. The voice flowing from her peach-colored lips was more pleasant than the piano melody heard in music class.
Gently removing the woman’s hand clutching the collar of the nightgown lest he forcibly strip her, Casar placed the revolver on her small palm.
“…”
“I mean it.”
Judging she would not drop the revolver, Casar’s hand moved to the loosely tied waist string.
As Casar slowly began untying the waist string, a dizzying scent wafted again. This time, a sweet smell subtly mixing artificial fragrance and the woman’s body scent.
It must be because he had only recently graduated from a military academy teeming with males. He was not accustomed to such scents.
As the pure white skin hidden under the oversized gown began to reveal, more strength entered Casar’s brow.
Unexpectedly, the woman did not resist much until Casar fully removed the gown. She merely trembled slightly, clutching the revolver’s handle like a lifeline until he untied the string and let the gown fall to the floor.
Thud.
Beautiful curves were revealed over the large gown fallen to the floor. Though covered by a white chemise, it was sheer enough to see through, stimulating the imagination more provocatively than if uncovered.
Damn.
Casar’s red eyes, consciously shifting from the voluptuous curves, settled on a small scar crossing her collarbone. Sensing the slow movement of his gaze, the woman flinched and shrank.
“The scar is less than I thought.”
“…?”
Her large eyes looked up at him as if asking what he meant. As if she did not recognize him at all.
“You…”
Never mind. It was not time for reminiscing.
Moreover, she was the woman who had fled without even giving her name as soon as she recovered.
Casar averted his eyes from the scar, stepped back a few paces, and looked at her body with indifferent eyes.
No, it would be more accurate to say he tried to appear indifferent. Even thinking again, it was a body he could never be indifferent to.
Over the pure white body, countless bruises in shades of blue and purple bloomed, impossible to hide even with the thin chemise.
Nevertheless,
Beautiful.
Even though touching prisoners personally was forbidden, he understood why the guard had molested her. It meant she was beautiful enough that any man would want to touch her.
It should be laughable, yet strangely, he was angry. Angry enough to want to drag the already fired guard back and put a bullet in his head this time.
His gaze moving downward again saw dark bruises on her thighs. Along with horizontal whip marks carved deeply.
Casar picked up the ointment from the table and slowly approached her again.
“Must have hurt.”
Kneeling on one knee before her and carefully applying ointment to her thigh, the woman’s body trembled faintly. Along with sobs she kept swallowing but could not hold back.
He asked nothing and silently applied medicine to her wounds. Seeing the still-unhealed cuts on her fingertips required a bit more effort to maintain composure.
Until he dressed her in the gown again, the woman sniffled but obediently followed his touch like a good child.
Perhaps from lack of sleep, seeing her occasionally blank out made him wonder what he was doing.
“Sleep first, then we will talk.”
The woman trudged following Casar’s guidance but suddenly stopped.
“…Necklace.”
“Necklace?”
The woman stared at him and nodded.
They said they had not let her sleep for three days, so she must not be in her right mind, yet it was amazing that her amber eyes did not avert from him, so he stared back intently.
Perhaps from the earlier tears, her moist eyes looked exactly like polished amber stone.
Looking closely, the smooth curve of her nose bridge and toy-like lips seemed tempting to touch at least once.
The woman swayed greatly, snapping Casar from his reverie, and he reached out to steady her. Her waist, barely a handful, seemed it would break any moment.
“Careful.”
“Necklace… please return it…”
“I will find it, so sleep now.”
Casar, frowning slightly, lightly lifted the woman who still could not balance properly.
The woman, nodding meekly, no longer resisted and nestled in Casar’s arms, resting her head against his chest.
It would be more accurate to say she simply fell asleep. She did not move until he laid her on the bed. However, perhaps a side effect of sleep torture, her large eyes blinked slowly and refused to close.
“Close your eyes.”
The woman nodded again and obediently closed her eyes following Casar’s hand gently stroking her eyelids.
Did they not say she was the same age. Her youthful face was one thing, but her actions seemed much younger than him. Probably because she was not in her right mind.
Casar sighed and covered her with the blanket.
Along with self-mockery that he was doing all sorts of things just to hear a statement.
The woman had been asleep since last night, and even now, deep into the night, she still had not woken.
Casar’s red eyes turned to the necklace on the silver tray.
The necklace brought by the warden seemed far too expensive for a nurse working at a small hospital near Lindkoem Forest. A pendant with small wing shapes engraved hung over a spherical ornament with complex patterns.
“It is an item confiscated at the time of imprisonment. I heard it is her mother’s keepsake.”
Should he be grateful that it was her mother’s keepsake, not a gift from his father to his mistress, Casar mocked himself inwardly and pocketed the woman’s necklace.
“You may go.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
The warden, bowing nearly at a right angle, could not meet his eyes and backed out of the study. For the effect of a single gunshot, it was quite efficient loyalty.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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I see. So that was why he said he didn’t love her 😭
Now they are best friends hahaha so ezra is end now?
Haaah, can understand the reason for this novel is “love you, love you not” it was so hard for that words to be spoken