“Trap?”
Reinhardt wanted to ask Walter for more details, but he couldn’t.
Walter’s gaze had just shifted to Edith, who had emerged from the building.
Sweeping her long golden hair to one side and donning a fluffy white fur coat, Edith looked like a fawn puffing its fur to withstand the cold.
Watching her stroke the soft hem of the coat, Walter unknowingly let a faint smile touch his eyes.
He would’ve also seen her in the white fur hat she had bought if only it had been a bit colder.
Feeling slightly disappointed at first, he grew content again upon seeing her gently feel the texture of the coat.
Judging by her continued touching, Edith seemed to like her new winter coat a lot.
‘…So he can make faces like that too?’
It was difficult for Reinhardt to reconcile that the Walter who had crossed swords with him and the Walter who was looking at his lady with such tender eyes were the same person.
Walter couldn’t tear his gaze away from her every move, as if he were a cat watching a goldfish in a tank.
At this point, Reinhardt almost felt sorry for holding him up.
“We should start moving if we want to reach the capital by the scheduled time. Let’s save the detailed discussion for later.”
As Reinhardt said this and stepped back, Walter naturally turned towards Edith. Fortunately, she was about to board the carriage, so he could offer her a hand.
“Thanks for the coat, Walter. Isn’t it just so cozy?”
Edith said, smiling with crinkled eyes. It was the moment Walter realized the joy of spending money.
Thinking that he’d have to take a round in the shops as soon as they reached the capital, he sat opposite Edith.
As the carriage started moving, she asked, curious,
“Walter, are you riding the same carriage as me?”
“Now that I’m a knight escorting you, not a stableman.”
Leaning one arm on the backrest and crossing his long legs, he looked both arrogant and relaxed.
Edith pretended to look out the window at the procession of Fortrion pines but secretly glanced at Walter’s profile reflected in the small glass window.
He had always been confident as a stableman, but now dressed neatly as the knights did and with a sword at his side, he seemed even more imposing.
His black shirt, designed not to get dirty in battle, fit him perfectly, highlighting the contours of his muscles. She couldn’t take her eyes off the shirt that looked like it would burst through his jacket.
‘…Have I gone mad?’
From the beginning, it was exceedingly difficult for a healthy woman like Edith to have pure thoughts with a man like Walter in front of her. Unconsciously, she swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.
That very morning, she had dreamt of him approaching her with his sleek body exposed, suggesting they create a child together, which left her confused.
“Having a child sometimes brings unintended outcomes. You might have erotic dreams or think inappropriately.”
Mrs. Homan had explained that such mental changes during pregnancy were not unusual and that she should not feel guilty about them.
When she heard that explanation, Edith had thought there must indeed be pregnant women who experience accumulating desires, even if medical literature didn’t cover it. ‘…Of course, they did say that sexual desire usually comes after entering a stable period.’
Individual differences existed, so perhaps it happened a little earlier for her. Edith rationalized to herself that it was because of the pregnancy.
Unaware that Edith was stealing glances at him, Walter squinted his eyes, wondering what was outside the window that she was staring at so intently.
From his vantage point, it appeared she couldn’t take her eyes off the young and robust members of the mercenary troop.
Eventually, he grew uncomfortable and spoke up.
“You’re looking at me as if you want to drag me to the bedroom.”
Startled as if her thoughts had been exposed, Edith retorted.
“What are you talking about? You know I’m pregnant, Walter.”
“So what if you’re pregnant?”
Walter had read the section in Edith’s favorite book “Reproduction and Childbirth” quite closely, noting that it was possible to share love carefully even during pregnancy.
Now that he knew that, he felt compelled to find out which man Edith was looking at so lustfully.
“It’s just… it’s the first time I’ve seen you wear clothes like that.”
However, when she avoided his gaze and confessed she had been looking at him, he felt momentarily breathless.
“What were you looking at so intently?”
A wave of satisfaction flooded over him, incomparable to when his gift of a coat had worked.
“If you lay your hands on the stableman and now your escort, rumors might spread that you have a wayward hobby.”
“…”
“Are you so bored during the travel that you wish to do something, Edith?”
Feeling embarrassed at being caught, Edith wanted to momentarily leave and re-enter the carriage.
“At least we should wait until we reach the inn where we’ll stay tonight.”
“……”
It was around the time Edith was glaring at him as if to label me as the greatest fool.
“Ambush!”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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