Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 66
If love had a texture like an object, it would probably be disgustingly sticky, clinging stubbornly to one’s hands everywhere it touched, refusing to wash off no matter how hard one scrubbed.
The next morning. La Til, who had barely slept all night, sat on her bed recalling the sharp exchange she’d had with Hyacinth the previous day.
It was called a conversation, but in truth it had been a battle fought with tongues—both sides only inflicting wounds upon each other. Those wounds had gouged deep into La Til’s memory, and even now, a full day later, they still bled.
“Your Majesty, shall I prepare your bath?”
How long had she sat there like that?
Normally so punctual, La Til was now wasting time endlessly, prompting a maid—unable to bear it any longer—to cautiously ask.
“Yes.”
La Til replied and rose from the bed, heading into the bathroom.
Drenching her face and hair thoroughly with cold water cleared her mind considerably—even if, as a side effect, her freshly sharpened clarity brought renewed anger bubbling to the surface.
Still, she threw herself wholly into her duties: holding meetings with ministers, repeatedly pressing Duke Atraxi on whether his investigation into “the foreign power allied with Tulla” was progressing, and before she knew it, hours had slipped away.
She hadn’t completely stopped thinking about Hyacinth in the meantime, but it was better than it had been that morning.
As she ate dinner—so bland it could dull even a bystander’s appetite—La Til reflected that if she kept living like this for just a few more days, she’d surely return to how things were before Hyacinth suddenly reappeared.
‘Am I getting indigestion?’
Yet perhaps because she’d eaten while weighed down by heavy thoughts, the moment she set down her fork, La Til grimaced—her chest felt tight, and her stomach churned unpleasantly.
“Are you alright, Your Majesty?”
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
I can’t wait for latil and her son to meet
I can’t wait for latil and her son to meet