The brownhaired man, Winster, spoke with slightly surprised eyes.
“How did you know she was the princess without hearing the explanation?”
“I heard the whole explanation, didn’t I? They said a lady as pretty as a fairy.”
“Right!”
The little ones answered in chorus. Is that so? Winster was slightly puzzled.
The children talked about Olivia with faces full of excitement.
“She really looked like a fairy. Even her smile was pretty.”
“I saw her too!”
“Sheesh, I wanted to give her a flower too.”
Among the disappointed children, a girl raised her nose.
“Originally, the brave person gets everything! I kept my promise, so you keep yours, Mister!”
Mister? Winster had no time to get upset as half a dozen children looked at him with sparkling eyes.
“As promised, this is yours.”
Winster handed over a new ball to the children. They ran off, laughing and shouting.
“Thank you!”
Meanwhile, the duke, who had been leaning against the wall, slowly got up.
“……The kids are really smart, huh? Finding the lady without even knowing her hair color.”
“Well, don’t they say children have the best aesthetic sense?”
Responding gruffly, Winster suddenly felt a cold chill. Despite his instinctive body shrink, he cried out in unjust.
“What! What, what is it this time?”
From morning he delivered letters, cleared journalists spread around by Madelleine, even hired children to deliver flowers.
He worked his bones off for Her Highness, and what came back wasn’t even an incentive but a chill!
Winster’s eyes full of sorrow were ignored, and the man muttered.
“……Fine. Anyway, the lady’s eyes are high, she will only see me.”
Hey, who asked the princess to please look at me?
When someone was overwhelmed, they couldn’t speak, so Winster instead thumped his chest. Really, the hardest thing here was me.
Whenever the story of Olivia Madeleine came up, the person who never acted that way suddenly changed.
Really, I resolved never to help again, but the Duke who had gone a short distance suddenly turned around. A playful voice called Winster.
“Not going?”
Gee, I don’t know. This damn sorrow, I’ll have to vent it fully in Vicander territory! Thinking to himself, Winster ran again today.
“I’m going!”
[This is the time separator]Madam Deton’s jewelry shop.
“Um, would you like to see that one too?”
Bluegrey velvet boxes were stacked on the drawing room table. As Olivia pointed, Madam Deton opened a new box. Obsidian cuffs sparkled.
“Your Highness’s taste is truly excellent. This is the only one left, imported from the Welton Kingdom.”
Although Madam Deton made a fuss, Olivia shook her head. Rather than an expensive jewel, something that reminded her of the Duke would be better.
Suddenly, the Duke’s eyes came to mind. Eyes like jewels, red, sparkling, and affectionate.
“Your Highness?”
“Yes, yes?”
Startled by the calling, Olivia looked up. Madam looked at Olivia with concern.
“What are you thinking so hard about? Are you hot? Your face has turned red.”
“No, just… don’t you have anything else?”
“This is all the premium products imported this month. That they don’t catch Your Highness’s eye, I need to scold the import incharge.”
Madam Deton pretended to be angry and turned her head. After the divorce and starting business with a new name, Madam Deton was one of the few people Olivia could sincerely interact with.
“Or shall we go out and look around?”
Madam Deton pointed outside. Olivia, after a moment’s hesitation, went out alone. Among the intricate craftslike displayed jewels that were captivating, one jewel caught her eye.
It was a red gem ring, like it was on fire. Seeing the gem within the crystal case, flickering like flames, she somehow thought of the Duke.
As Olivia stared at one place, Madam quickly approached.
“Your Highness, do you like that?”
Madam was referring to the sapphire bracelet next to the ring.
“Not that, but the ring next to it.”
“Yes? This ring?”
At Olivia’s words, Madam’s expression became ambiguous for a moment.
“How did you know that ring was yours?”
A languid whisper intruded. Olivia looked up at the familiar voice. There was a large man wearing a black robe standing next to her. That robe was definitely.
“Du,”
“Shh.”
The beautiful face appearing from beneath the robe winked at Madam. Startled, Olivia kept her rabbitlike eyes wide open and clenched her lips. While she was doing so, Madam, surprised by the Duke, carefully said.
“Unfortunately, this is not for sale. Another customer has entrusted us with an engagement ring, so we are only keeping it.”
The man in the robe was undoubtedly Duke Vicander, and the events above describe an interaction involving Olivia and the Duke in a jewelry shop, where the Duke’s presence was unexpectedly revealed.
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
