Even as his father approached, Bentley remained indifferent, even when his father was almost at his nose, spitting out a heated argument.
“Anyway, she’s a girl, right? If you have thoughts, Your Grace, you would naturally consider me, a man.”
“Ha, Youngseok. Do you think that’s such a simple problem?”
Oliver swept his head as if frustrated. Black hair, similar to Luke’s, passed through his fingers.
“Do you know how much my brother loved Elodie? Rather than a legitimate child, whether she’s a girl or a boy, he would pass on the title to that child.”
“Then what can we do?”
Bentley crossed his legs with an annoyed expression.
The boy, with black hair and dark eyes resembling Oliver, narrowed his eyebrows, expressing irritation.
“Anyway, if Grandfather doesn’t accept her as an heir, it’s already over. What would I lose by looking pretty?”
“That’s something your father will handle.”
Oliver said firmly.
“So, you just have to do as I say. If you do that, you will become a duke, and your younger brother will become a marquis. Understand?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Answer only once.”
“Yes.”
“And, of course, as you already know, you must not say a word about our conversation with Father anywhere else.”
“I understand.”
Bentley gave a vague answer and turned his gaze out the window, as if it was bothersome.
Approaching the southern region, the trees had become quite lush without him noticing. Lumberjacks carrying saws were occasionally seen in the developed forest.
Bentley took a sandwich from the picnic box he had brought in advance.
It was made by the lady of the manor, Elodie, with unskilled hands, who had prepared it since the morning when her son went on a trip.
Taking a bite of the whole wheat, the combination of good-quality ham and fresh vegetables made it taste quite decent, despite its messy appearance.
‘Ah, I want to go home.’
In fact, unlike his father Oliver, Bentley, the eldest son, had no interest in becoming a duke.
What the boy wanted was simply to rule like a king in a quiet rural estate and protect a peaceful daily life as always.
‘Of course, if I can inherit the title of a duke, it wouldn’t be bad, but…’
He wouldn’t be concerned about it every time it was mentioned.
But in such a case, he must either enter into a contract under the elder’s name, or it would be over.
Then, he wouldn’t be able to see his beloved mother or the servants he had grown attached to in the mansion anymore.
‘I’d rather it was Morgan.’
Unlike the troublesome Bentley, his younger brother Morgan was a boy full of ambitions in various ways.
However, his father always favored Bentley more. As the eldest son and, frankly, because he was smarter and better looking than his younger brother Morgan.
Thinking about himself and his younger brother Morgan, Bentley, who had various thoughts, opened his mouth as if he suddenly had a thought.
“By the way, Father.”
“What is it?”
“Couldn’t Morgan have come with you? He seemed really interested, didn’t he?”
“Do you want to hear that again?”
Oliver furrowed his brow.
“He’s my son, but he doesn’t have the qualifications to become a duke. Do you know how much diplomatic work a Rishianthus duke has to handle?”
“….”
Even I hate it, but that.
Bentley swallowed the words rising to his throat.
As his father said, rumors had spread nationwide that the Rishianthus duke was working overtime every day with overwhelming duties. Just thinking about it gave him chills.
Even though he liked studying, spending the whole day buried in documents was another story.
Bentley stared out the window, lost in thought.
‘I miss Mom….’
It’s really hard to get along with Father.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
“Your uncle is coming today.”
Bonita blinked upon hearing the duke’s words.
Due to misunderstanding the title, she didn’t properly understand the term ‘uncle.’
Aria, who realized this, explained by her side.
“He’s Father’s younger brother. In simple terms, he’s like a younger uncle.”
“Yes.”
Bonita nodded and glanced at Luke, as if looking at him suspiciously.
Black hair and red eyes.
Even if he smiled a little, his face still looked frightening enough for children to run away just by looking at him.
A giant physique like a bear.
If this person is the brother of…
“Was he also as big and scary as the duke?”
Bonita, who unfolded the wings of imagination, asked.
“Me… big and scary?”
Luke was inwardly shocked by the child’s unfiltered words.
Bonita, who seemed to hesitate a bit, answered.
“Now that I think about it, you seem okay.”
Rather than being honest, it was a more lethal, awkward lie.
Luke felt grateful for his daughter changing the subject to avoid hurting him, but he also felt disheartened about his own appearance.
“Cough, hehe.”
Aria just found it amusing.
She barely held back her laughter and added casually.
“The duke seems a bit scary, doesn’t he?”
Luke glared at Aria.
Without blinking an eye, Aria stroked Bonita’s head.
“I wonder how it would have been if Bonita resembled the duke.”
“….”
A daughter who looks and behaves like himself.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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