However, due to the typical mild appearance of the Rothweil family, to Luke, it seemed nothing more than a small dog barking endearingly.
“I’m disappointed, Duke Lisianskus.”
“……Hmm?”
Luke, not understanding Dylan’s words, uttered a puzzled exclamation.
‘Why is he so angry?’
From their perspective, finding Eloide’s daughter should be good news. Especially since she closely resembled Eloide.
He was sure they had rushed here this morning just to see their niece. But the atmosphere was unexpectedly hostile.
And disappointed? About what, exactly?
‘…If it’s about not finding Bonita earlier, I can’t help it.’
In that regard, Luke was angrier with himself than anyone else. He didn’t want to say it was impossible at the time or that it was the best he could do.
“……I see.”
Due to his neglect, Bonita had grown up in harsh conditions for seven years, not even knowing her biological parents. If they blamed him for that, he had no defense.
“I deeply regret that part. However, only Eloide or my daughter can hold me accountable, not you two.”
Hearing Luke’s words, Dylan clenched his fists so hard they might bleed.
‘Only Eloide and her daughter can hold him accountable?’
Eloide died six years ago. Her daughter also passed away immediately after birth seven years ago.
By his logic, it meant there was no one left in the world to hold him accountable—a remarkably shameless assertion. Unable to contain himself, Dylan exclaimed.
“Damn it. So you’re saying you’re sorry but now it doesn’t matter? No one’s left to hold you responsible?”
“……What are you saying?”
Luke was puzzled even after explaining the situation, seeing the two men becoming even more incensed.
Meanwhile, their attitude appeared extremely detestable to Eloide’s brothers.
‘Why are they angry?’
‘How can he be so shameless!’
A perfect case of miscommunication.
In truth, it was hard to blame anyone.
From Luke’s perspective, the brothers surely must have heard about Bonita’s appearance too. Besides, he never even considered the possibility of having a child out of wedlock, so he couldn’t empathize with their viewpoint.
Conversely, the two of them… they were just thinking logically.
“…….”
“…….”
The conversation ceased, and the silence of parallel lines continued. Dylan, who was about to grab Luke by the collar, eventually swept back his hair and stormed out of the parlor.
Luke, watching Dylan’s retreating figure, then turned to Lennon, who was still sitting, and said, “Well, feel free to stay. If you ask the servants for a room, they’ll guide you to the usual place.”
With his hair disheveled, Dylan strode heavily, startling a maid who was cleaning the corridor.
Even though Dylan, the lesser earl of the Rothweil family, had a gentle appearance, it was only from Luke’s perspective. To a commoner, an angry nobleman was a terrifying figure.
“Hey, you there.”
“Yes, yes?”
The startled maid dropped her cleaning tools and cautiously approached. Dylan gestured uncomfortably.
“Where is the young lady of Lisianskus…?”
“Do you mean Miss Bonita?”
Wondering why he was looking for the young lady, the maid soon realized that the man in front of her was from the Rothweil family.
It was a rather late realization.
Naturally pink hair was an impossible color. The only ones with such unique hair color were the descendants of the Rothweil family, rumored to have fairy blood.
Although it occasionally appeared in side branches, if he was wandering around the Lisianskus ducal house, it surely had to be him.
‘Ah, that’s it!’
She was a new maid in the ducal house.
However, her outgoing and approachable personality meant she was well-informed about the gossip within the mansion.
For instance, she knew that the returned Miss Bonita was the daughter of the previous duchess and that her maternal family was the Rothweil earldom.
That meant the young lady and this man were uncle and niece.
With her guard down, the maid bowed and spoke, “Miss is in the west room, as per Duke Lisianskus’s instructions. However, I can’t let outsiders in without the Duke’s permission, so I will need to ask Miss first before guiding you to—”
And then, at that moment.
“Huh?”
Dylan turned his head towards a familiar tone but unfamiliar voice.
“Dylan?”
“……Miss Hilton?”
Aria and Dylan.
Their eyes met.
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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