It was a lament that didn’t match his enchanting voice. Olivia couldn’t help but burst out laughing, then composed herself. The Duke’s eyes, glancing at Olivia, were deep.
“Can you give me my letter first?”
“Yes, Miss.”
The letters Sobel handed over were as Olivia expected. Empress’ Palace, and Leopold. Olivia slowly tore open the letter from the Empress’ Palace.
“What does the Empress say?”
“……She’s saying to enter the palace immediately?”
It was unexpected. Olivia’s eyes twinkled as she tried to guess what scheme was behind this. She needed to see the Empress anyway.
“That’s good. I had something to discuss.”
“You know today is a day of complete rest, right?”
It was a good excuse to avoid the meeting immediately, though I didn’t know that. Olivia took a deep breath and tore open the letter from Leopold. Her hand trembled slightly.
“……Just as Your Highness said, family is family.”
“Why? Is it the same?”
“Not a word different.”
Just one line. It said to enter the palace immediately. Olivia, who was staring at that one line, laughed bleakly.
It seemed similar to the cards and handwriting I had received from Leopold before, but slightly different.
So this was what a real letter from Leopold was like.
It was a complex emotion. He knew I was at the Duke’s place, but he only sent a word telling me to enter the palace.
There was no sign of worry or affection for Olivia.
Olivia brushed off the rising sense of loss. Mixed beneath the emptiness were feelings of betrayal, longing, and sorrow, swirling together.
They were all emotions that had to be left behind now.
Olivia turned away from the letter with a stern face.
Meanwhile, the Duke tore open the Emperor’s letter and waved it.
“I wonder if the contents of this letter are the same?”
In a teasing, light tone, Olivia smiled broadly and nodded her head. Then, as if the Duke had been spot on, she squinted her eyes and smiled as she spoke.
“Shall we send a reply in the same manner?”
[This is the time separator]As the sun set dimly, a chamberlain approached Levanfell who was in the prince’s palace garden. His seasoned face was somewhere tinged with confusion.
But that was not of Levanfell’s concern. He seemed to be holding back anger as he rubbed his eyes with his hand.
A little while ago, he had sent a letter to the Duke’s residence. Olivia would surely have rushed over. This time, they had to talk properly.
How dare she. A princess who is officially engaged spending a night outside in such a way that it could lead to scandal, and that too, at the Duke’s residence where they had committed an act worthy of ridicule.
Anger was brimming in his clear blue eyes.
He should have known from the moment the two appeared at the last victory feast last night. When he heard that the two had gone to the Duke’s residence together, Levanfell was furious from head to toe. He even forcibly sent back Maria, who had come to comfort him.
This time, he would not let them off. Levanfell’s eyes sparkled as he opened his mouth.
“Has Olivia arrived?”
At the dry voice, the chamberlain momentarily bowed his head.
“The princess has not come, but a letter has arrived.”
“What?”
It made no sense. Olivia hadn’t come? Levanfell tore the letter open like snatching it away. The neatly written characters were concise.
“So you’re saying she’s too sick to come now?”
A lie. Levanfell gritted his teeth.
Olivia had never been sick even once.
She was a woman who had always followed him around, needlessly robust.
He didn’t know what kind of trick this was. It must be some desperate plea for attention.
But now, what Olivia was doing had crossed the line. It didn’t matter who started it first. He would not let either the Duke or Olivia off.
He couldn’t help but be consumed with rage. His handsome face distorted mercilessly.
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
