The exquisite dinner made from the seafood caught by the Duke and his wife had come to an end.
Dante’s eyes sparkled brightly all the way to the bathroom, apparently moved by the meaning of having cooked and eaten ingredients he had personally caught.
Tonight’s finale was a bubble bath together with Dante.
After dropping a duck-shaped bath bomb into the tub and turning on the warm water, soft, frothy bubbles quickly rose to the surface.
Thick and fluffy, the bubbles were a gentle pink and carried a refreshing rose scent.
After confirming the tub was filled to the right level with water and foam, Yerpi dipped her hand in to check the temperature.
It was pleasantly warm. Yerpi, now undressed, gently lifted Dante and stepped into the bathtub.
“It’s warm.”
Stretching out her legs and relaxing her upper body, she felt as though this place had instantly become heaven.
Her body, chilled from wandering outdoors all afternoon, melted softly into the warmth of the water.
Her feet were slightly swollen from walking so much, yet even that discomfort seemed destined to dissolve away completely.
[Uh-ha, so good…]Dante seemed to feel the same, drooping his wings and leaning his body against Yerpi.
A warm, drowsy comfort enveloped them both, and with the soft bubbles clinging to their skin, the fatigue-relieving effect doubled.
Dante was the first to regain his energy.
Sliding down from Yerpi’s shoulder, he began playing with the bubbles floating all over the tub.
[The bubbles are so fluffy. They look just like ice cream!]The thick, puffy foam reshaped itself into various forms within Dante’s hands.
The delicate movements of his hands were adorable. Watching him like this, Yerpi felt a deep sense of fullness welling up inside her.
Did Dante know what this feeling truly was? Silently smiling, Yerpi pressed a kiss to his forehead.
About half an hour passed like this. Eventually, they finished their bath and stepped out.
After soaking so long in the warm water, their entire bodies felt pleasantly soft and relaxed.
Drinking chilled lavender tea brought a refreshing clarity.
Yerpi noticed Dante flying about without properly drying himself and gestured for him to come over.
“Dante, you need to dry off properly.”
[Hmm, Yerpi will dry me.]Dante pouted, nestling deeply into Yerpi’s arms.
Where had those bright, sparkling eyes gone? His face was now heavy with sleep.
Dante dozed off in Yerpi’s embrace, nodding drowsily as he entrusted his entire body to her.
Laying the now much-drier Dante onto the bed and covering him with blankets, the child opened his heavy eyelids and mumbled sleepily.
[Today was so much fun.]Despite fighting off sleep, the smile on the child’s face brimmed with happiness. Seeing him like this, Yerpi felt happiness rise naturally within herself.
Sitting beside the bed, Yerpi gently patted Dante before standing up. She leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“Tomorrow will be fun too. And the day after that as well.”
[Yeah. I have Yerpi. And also… Uncle.]It pleased Yerpi greatly that Dante now mentioned Raymond so naturally. How could he possibly be this endearing in every way?
“That’s right. Our Dante is very smart indeed.”
[Of course! I’ll sleep bravely and well.]The child’s voice carried determination, as if to say not to worry. Dante’s eyes snapped open wide—but only for a moment.
His fluttering eyelids quickly closed again, and steady, quiet breathing softly emerged into the stillness.
“Then sleep well.”
[Yerpi too… good night.]Their nightly exchange was tender and brief. Yerpi quietly moved around the room, turning off all the lights.
Stepping into the hallway and carefully closing the door behind her, she finally felt at ease.
‘Our good little Dante.’
He had managed to fall asleep alone, overcoming his separation anxiety. Yerpi felt proud of him.
Perhaps because of the long bath, even the heated hallway felt slightly chilly. Yerpi turned her steps toward the bedroom where Raymond was waiting.
[…Ma.]“…?”
Was it just the wind? Startled by the strange sound, Yerpi turned around. But the hallway was completely empty.
Wondering if Dante had woken up, she strained her ears, but no sound came from beyond the door.
‘Did I imagine it?’
Perhaps the draft had caused a hallucination.
Just as Yerpi dismissed it as the wind and took another step forward, a clearer voice tickled her ear.
[Mom.]“……!”
It wasn’t Dante’s voice. Startled, Yerpi turned around at the sound of an unfamiliar child’s voice.
At that very moment, a hand reached out and grasped her shoulder.
“Yerpi?”
“…Raymond.”
Yerpi blinked in surprise. Behind him, the hallway faded into darkness. The child’s voice did not come again.
Raymond looked at Yerpi, standing dazed in the hallway, with concern.
“I came to get you since you were taking so long… Is something wrong?”
“Well, I thought I heard a sound. Probably just the wind, I suppose.”
It couldn’t be Dante, and there was no other child staying on this guest floor. So it must have been a mistake.
But then why, at this very moment, did the dream she had this morning suddenly come back to her?
She had meant to tell Raymond about it immediately, but the timing never felt right, so she had kept silent until now.
Yerpi buried her face against his chest and took a slow breath.
“Actually, I had a dream. It was similar to one I’ve had before… It seemed to be about the King of Winter.”
There were no more secrets she wished to keep from him.
Holding her close, Yerpi recounted the dream she had experienced.
Raymond listened in silence, then gently stroked the nape of her neck.
“You’ve had another dream. Your dreams are close to prophetic visions. Or rather, they’re more like hints.”
Fragments of future events condensed into dreams, appearing ahead of time.
Or perhaps someone was dreaming of the future and waiting for Yerpi through those dreams.
Either way, it was exactly what Yerpi had hoped for. She had come to this land of winter to finally put an end to all her questions.
But Raymond seemed to be thinking something slightly different. After she finished speaking, his gaze turned oddly contemplative.
Worried, Yerpi asked cautiously, sensing something troubling him.
“Could this be a problem?”
“It’s not that. It’s just…”
Then why did he hesitate so? Under Yerpi’s questioning gaze, Raymond finally chose his words carefully.
“As I listened… it sounded somewhat like a pregnancy dream.”
“What?”
Yerpi’s eyes widened in surprise. A pregnancy dream? Weren’t those dreams that only pregnant women or their close relatives experienced?
Yerpi recalled the dream she had. Pregnancy dreams were said to feature flowers, butterflies, or mythical animals.
Now that she thought about it, her dream did resemble such a vision.
“What are you saying?”
She had thought it was something serious, but a pregnancy dream? She let out a deflated chuckle. Yet Raymond’s expression grew even more serious.
“It could be real. There’s no rule saying we can’t have a child, after all.”
Raymond pressed a kiss to Yerpi’s earlobe. A tingling sensation spread from the warm touch of his lips.
‘…A child of Raymond and me?’
She had never seriously considered it before. Her past life had been too short, and this life had been filled with chaos.
A child who resembled both of them. Suddenly, her heart began to race, further stirred by his subtle encouragement.
He kissed her from her earlobe to her cheek, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips.
“Shall we go to the bedroom?”
“Yes.”
Mesmerized by his low voice, she nodded, and their lips met.
Slowly closing her eyes and surrendering her body, she found herself lying on the soft bed— their shared marital bedroom.
Looking up, Raymond’s figure above her was both intimidating and thrilling. His earlier words refused to leave her mind.
It was still uncertain, but perhaps, in the near or distant future, it might come true—a quiet hope.
And Raymond seemed to be thinking the same.
“Then shall we try to make a child? Since we have Dante, a daughter would be nice. A daughter who looks like you.”
No matter who was born, Dante would always remain the first. Raymond’s reminder warmed her heart.
Smiling, Yerpi pulled his neck closer.
“A younger brother would be nice too—Dante would have a chance to be a wonderful older brother.”
The child’s gender didn’t matter. Whoever it was, they would be family. Raymond pressed a kiss to her delicate collarbone.
A soft sigh escaped her pink lips. Her body grew warmer. Their locked gaze burned with intense passion.
Love, transcending time and space, bloomed within Raymond’s embrace.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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