He tried hard to calm the boiling emotions.
Aria’s recent behaviors and the words she just spoke.
The intent was too clear.
“In the end, you were also one of those kinds.”
He said with a sarcastic tone.
“Impersonating my dead wife in front of me. Quite bold.”
She was speaking as if she were Elodie herself.
It felt like his world was turning upside down.
“Have you any idea how many women have approached me, claiming to be the reincarnation of the Duchess? Although it has recently subsided, various swindlers flocked in when rumors spread that Elodie was seeking the magic of reincarnation right after her death. At first, it was easy to discern those who spoke and approached in such a way. More malicious were those humans intentionally acting out Elodie’s lifetime, attempting to shake him.
Luke sincerely wished Aria wouldn’t be like that. Even though she showed a resemblance to Elodie, he tried to turn a blind eye, thinking it might be just a consequence of growing up together. Until she said those words.
“Oh, wait, bl…!”
Whether her caught wrist hurt or not, Aria let out a low groan. She had reacted with a nervous tone. Gradually, her drunkenness seemed to have dissipated, and her manner of speaking returned.
“What are you doing right now?”
“You should know best what you’re doing.”
“I’ve never impersonated anyone. I’m not even good at acting to do that.”
“Funny.”
However, Luke wasn’t rational enough to consider her situation.
“If you keep fooling around, I might just break this wrist. So, be aware.”
He teased with a smirk, creating a threatening atmosphere.
Aria’s eyes, which were full of sadness and injustice just a while ago, now turned cold at Luke’s sincerely threatening tone. Her blue eyes, which were lustrous, calmly stared at Luke.
“Go ahead and try.”
It was a mocking provocation.
Luke’s expression turned fierce.
“Why? Do you think I can’t do it?”
Most of the time, he was a gentlemanly and rational figure. However, he couldn’t tolerate imitating Elodie, enduring acts that insulted her memory.
His strong grip tightened around Aria’s delicate wrist. The difference in their hand sizes was so apparent that Aria’s fragile wrist looked like it could break at any moment.
Even in such a situation, Aria didn’t seem afraid at all.
Instead, she started to smile, lifting one corner of her mouth.
“If you do that…”
Her mouth opened.
“You’ll surely regret it.”
“Such arrogance…”
Luke blurred his words and glared at her, but somehow, he couldn’t exert more force on her wrist.
Aria’s wrist slipped smoothly out of his hand. As Luke saw the bruise on her delicate wrist, his heart sank.
“Darn it, why?”
What hurt Aria was an impulsive outburst of bad memories and momentary emotional explosion. Despite that, he believed he would never regret it.
After all, she had not only abused Bonita but also deliberately deceived him by manipulating the child. Raising Bonita while aiming for the vacant position of the Duchess, and possibly planning to bear a child between them to make that child the successor, such intentions…
However, his convictions cleanly vanished the moment he met the blue eyes that seemed to gaze at him reproachfully.
“Duke.”
She called him with a subdued voice.
“Did I ask for too much?”
“…”
“I know. My existence is suspicious. Instead of immediately rejecting me, keeping me by your side while being cautious, it’s all for Bonita, right?”
The Duke stared at her as if rooted to the spot.
“But ‘I’ have never abused Bonita. I swear on my life; not even once have I done such a thing.”
As she spoke, Ariah, facing a much larger male threat than her own body, was surprisingly calm and composed.
Luke unknowingly sank into the sofa, supported by the comfortable cushions.
Observing Luke, Ariah slowly, but without hesitation, approached him.
“Duke.”
She slightly bent her knees.
Due to her lowered upper body, her golden hair flowed down Luke’s shirt.
Luke watched Ariah, holding his breath.
Ariah spoke without emotion, “Duke, I will allow it this time.”
She continued, “So, please, never do such a thing to me again.”
Her bruised wrist filled his sight.
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
