Walter was a bit surprised by Edith’s keen observation. In the brief time she dismounted and took notice of the callouses on his hands, he found it intriguing.
‘Sophia must have behaved herself outside the manor, contrary to the rumors.’
Walter handed the gold coin back to Edith.
Teasing a woman who showed her confusion so openly was fun, but now that he had an idea of her character and how much she scorned Sophia’s plans, it was time to get to the point.
“Enough with the jokes. It’s about time to fulfill the promise you made earlier.”
A joke? Who was teasing whom?
Edith held back her immediate response, choosing her words carefully. Now was the crucial time to maintain a serious face in order to form an alliance with him.
“The lord said he had been searching for me for a long time before he finally found me.”
“…….”
“Sophia said the same thing when she first saw me. I didn’t understand what it meant, as it was my first time seeing the people of the Portrion house. But—”
Edith stared straight into Walter’s face, which had subtly changed since earlier.
“Walter, you must have an idea of why the lord almost kidnapped me and brought me here.”
“…….”
Edith saw Walter’s expression harden, and she knew.
When Walter first rescued her, he had acted like someone desperately searching for something.
“Listen well. I have no interest in Sophia’s orders or your body.”
“…….”
“Tell me what Nicholas Portrion said and touched before the assassins got to him.”
Asking that question meant Walter didn’t know whether what he was seeking was a word the lord had let slip or an object.
If he knew exactly what he was to receive from the lord, the question would have been more precise.
Edith arrived at a simple conclusion.
“You hurried to me and asked that. It means the lord left the mansion, promising to bring you something, and returned in a comatose state after being attacked.”
“…….”
“But the only thing the lord sought that day was me. He didn’t touch any object I had. I don’t have any other inheritance.”
Walter’s brow furrowed, and a shadow of defeat and disappointment spread across his face.
“He said he had been searching for me for a long time. That means whatever you were waiting for is deeply connected to me.”
Edith finished speaking and gave Walter time to think. When she’d probed him about what the lord had done before losing consciousness, she’d detected emotion beneath his outward calm.
The fear of losing something forever.
The desperation not to lose it.
Edith didn’t know what the lord had promised to return, but at that moment, Walter had been earnest. Just as her face must have been when her precious necklace was stolen.
To Edith, it was a welcome realization.
“Moreover, the Count took me as his fourth wife. To take a woman he has never even seen as a fourth wife, must be to legally confine her to his mansion.”
“…….”
“I don’t know what you agreed to take from the Count, but it’s probably closely related to me. So continue to deceive Sophia like this and protect me.”
Walter let out a hollow laugh as if he had heard something ridiculous.
“The request is quite bold for someone who doesn’t even know why the Count sought him.”
But Edith had anticipated that Walter would not find her proposal appealing.
“If you promise to protect me, I can help you, too.”
Walter, about to retort who would help whom, paused as she continued her words.
“Walter. You’re trapped in the mansion due to binding magic, just like me, right?”
“…….”
Seeing his reaction, Edith felt that her deduction had hit the mark.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
