Olivia pretended not to see it, and smiling broadly, held out a tray. As usual, there was vegetable juice.
“It’s made of vegetables good for your blood vessels.”
Before she could finish speaking, the Duke moved on again. The lieutenant who followed the Duke, Sir Huxley, bowed his head with an even more embarrassed face and followed.
Olivia watched his cold retreating figure, muttering words she hadn’t managed to say.
Come back safely. Father.
Today, she failed again. Handing over the vegetable juice she’s been making for years, greeting, calling him father.
But it might succeed someday. That anticipation had been moving Olivia for fourteen years.
Because her mother had said so. If you do your best, your wish will surely come true someday.
Raising her shoulders with effort, Olivia lifted her head. A huge portrait hanging in the middle of the firstfloor hall caught her eye.
Father sitting in a chair, eldest Conrad standing firmly to his right, second Jade, and youngest Eshella smiling brightly on the left.
Olivia smiled, looking at her awkward figure standing next to Eshella. The reason she looked particularly awkward in that portrait wasn’t just because of the distance.
Chilly silver hair as if it had followed the silver light, sparkling purple eyes. Unlike the noble Madelleine trait, her eyes were green.
Society said it was a shameful green, like a wandering dancer, but Olivia liked her eyes. It was the only trace she had inherited from her mother.
But she felt a little regretful. If only she had purple eyes like Eshella, would her family’s attitude towards her have been a little different?
Envy passed over Olivia’s green eyes as she looked at Eshella in the portrait.
But Olivia soon shook her head.
Eshella, who was called the flower of the social world and looked exactly like the former Duchess, was becoming brighter by the day.
Just because her eye color matched, she couldn’t follow Eshella. Most of all, Eshella was,
“Sister. You’re already up? What about Father?”
Eshella, still seventeen years young, rubbed her sleepy eyes as she came down the stairs. Olivia deliberately spoke coldly.
“…He’s gone to work.”
“I came as soon as I got up. I’m late again today. But Sister.”
Eshella looked regretfully at the door and then approached Olivia.
“I heard that a very unique and beautiful flower arrangement appeared at Her Highness the Princess’s tea party this time. They said it’s a new design, but when I heard about it, I felt like I’ve seen it somewhere before.”
Eshella’s voice grew softer.
The Princess often asked Olivia for favors. One of the tasks she took on this time was the new flower arrangement. The flower arrangement Olivia had pondered over for days became popular as always, under the Princess’s name.
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Rumors were so rife that even Adel, who never attended the tea parties, seemed to have heard of them.
“That, I saw it in your room,”
“Her Highness the Princess had a few sent to her before the tea party. If you like them, I’ll send a few to your room.”
Olivia said dryly. The response seemed unexpected, disappointment apparent on Adel’s face, but Olivia ignored it.
“Thank you. Ah, and. My friend Veronia is hosting a tea party today; could you come with me? She brags so much about her cousin sister.”
Adel was looking at me with hopeful eyes. Her sparkling eyes and flushed face made me unable to utter the harsh refusal.
“Well, I’m…”
“Adel.”
A gentle voice overlaid Olivia’s. Adel’s eyes sparkled as she looked up the stairs. It was Conrad.
“Big brother!”
Adel naturally ran to Conrad, hanging around his neck. He gently put her down, meeting Olivia’s eyes with a cold look.
Olivia knew better than anyone that those eyes were a warning. A warning not to be with Adel.
Conrad asked affectionately,
“What were you talking about?”
“Oh, I was asking her to come with me to Veronia’s tea party.”
“Really? But Olivia, it’s Wednesday, haven’t you left yet?”
“Oh, right! It’s today, isn’t it? The Crown Prince will be waiting for you!”
Conrad naturally diverted the topic. Adel nodded, accepting that she couldn’t persuade her any further.
“That’s true. Thank you, big brother.”
A slight distortion appeared on Conrad’s face, but Olivia ignored it.
Olivia liked the term “big brother.” It felt familial, that small connection was pleasant.
“Then, sister, let’s go together next time. I’ll ask you earlier next time!”
Adel said, looking at Olivia with a hint of regret. Olivia avoided her gaze. Even if Adel asked earlier next time, Olivia knew she could never go with her.
“Oh. You’re not even asking me to go with you, Adel?”
“Che. What’s the use of going with big brother? Everyone will only look at him.”
Haha, Conrad laughed heartily. Adel, seeming annoyed, turned back to look at Olivia as she ascended the stairs.
“Right! Sister! Don’t forget dinner tonight! Have a good trip!”
Adel energetically waved her hand and ran back up the stairs. Conrad, following her, casually said,
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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