As the gaze lingered on the long and extended neck, Arabel hurriedly averted her eyes towards the window. When memories of the emperor’s nude body encountered two days ago crossed her mind, Arabel’s face blushed, and she covered her face with both hands.

Pinching her cheek slightly to check if what was happening was believable, she felt a warmth, making her realize it wasn’t a dream because dreams aren’t warm.

Arabel thought as she looked out of the window at the smoothly paved road where the emperor’s procession had entered.

The emperor indeed possessed an overwhelming charisma that even induced fear, as rumored. Especially when those reddish eyes, seemingly seeing through everything, focused on her, it felt like her heart was dropping heavily.

However… Arabel clasped her hands over her heart and smiled gently.

‘He is a good person.’

He could have forcefully taken her, but he respected my opinion. Not only that, but he even raised me to the position of empress candidate as a reward for helping, and he went as far as to yield the carriage.

Arabel silently prayed to the benevolent Emperor for the curse to be lifted so that he could marry the noblest and most beautiful lady in the empire. She also prayed for Emperor Maxwell, who generously offered her the carriage, that she could be of help.

After a while, a small pillow began to move up and down.

Even if she stayed up all night the day before, it was not an exaggeration to say that she could no longer endure it. Although she could comfortably lean, Arabel’s body, still sitting upright, did not relax.

Reflected in the sunlight, the golden hue shimmered in the red eyes of Arabel, whose head was tilting up and down. Trying not to pay attention, the emperor closed his eyes again but soon opened them.

The emperor picked up the nearby blanket, bent his waist, and carefully covered Arabel’s lap. However, it seemed that she didn’t like it, as her forehead slightly wrinkled, and her head kept turning. Maxwell hesitated for a moment, then approached Arabel a bit more, lifting her left shoulder with his index and middle fingers.
As Maxwell tried to lay Arabel down on her side, there was a sudden clunk, and the carriage, caught on an unseen large rock or root, lifted upward and then dropped down.

Thrown off balance by the unexpected jolt, Maxwell, who was about to touch Arabel’s shoulder with his fingers, lost his equilibrium. He ended up falling over Arabel’s body, which had slumped to the side.

Startled, Arabel opened her eyes wide, and her gaze met the red eyes looking down directly above her.

Not only were their eyes shaken with confusion, but the bodies of the two, fitting together in the creases, seemed to have overlapped.

The emperor extended his long arms and lifted the upper body from Arabel’s frame.

Arabel, thinking the emperor was getting up, tried to stand up with a flushed face, but the emperor did not move any further. The emperor’s red iris stopped moving, fixing on his slightly parted pink lips in surprise.

When his gaze rose again and fell onto the large pupils, Arabel’s shoulders trembled slightly. It was the gaze filled with hunger that she had first seen in the mountain cave. Somehow, it was scarier than that of a wild beast.

With one corner of his mouth raised, the emperor folded his arms and gently put his weight on the small body. Arabel tightly closed her eyes when she felt it.

“If you close your eyes again, you don’t know what I might do. Open your eyes and look at me.”

A tired, muffled voice resonated in Arabel’s ears.

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