Unfurling the arm draped over his shoulder, Shane came up close and chuckled.
His green eyes, folded neatly, sparkled, scattering light.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon] [Star Icon]Having rested in bed all afternoon, Bianca had Julie bring her a pen and paper as soon as she felt up to it.
There was so much she wanted to say that the brief wait for Julie felt unbearably long.
Finally, when Julie returned, Bianca felt she could unleash the longing that had filled her to the throat.
However, it wasn’t easy from the first line.
‘How have you been?’ seemed insincere and ‘I’ve missed you.’ seemed too heavy.
She didn’t want to contact Deborah with sentences dripping with ornate rhetoric, like she was writing a letter to someone else.
How much she’d pondered.
Having discarded dozens of sheets, a deflated Bianca finally leaned back in her chair.
“When it’s not coming along, it’s good to take a break. How about a cup of tea and trying again?”
“Maybe I should.”
“Must be someone really precious.”
“Precious. My only family.”
Suddenly, Bianca hastily added,
“Ah, my only younger sibling, I mean.”
No one knew the whole story, so to others it might have sounded like a misunderstanding.
“You must miss them.”
“Yes, I do. They’re really cute. So adorable that they would volunteer to be a maid for me……”
Midsentence, Bianca tightly closed her mouth, struck by an unpleasant sensation.
‘I don’t want to lose the capable Duke Elian, too.’
Bianca clearly remembered the moment she dressed herself to face death.
But……
‘We must make sure you never mistreat your wife again. Destroying one castle should serve as a sufficient warning, don’t you think?’
Not only did she survive the death sentence and become Barlock’s bride, but Julian had even destroyed Rosebene Palace because he was unhappy with her treatment.
How furious must the emperor have been……?
Bianca suddenly felt a chill down to her stomach.
When all the things she’d recklessly done came together, her whole body was covered in goosebumps.
Write a letter to Deborah in this situation?
Bianca, who was tremendously startled, began to gather up the letter she had started to write.
Who was she trying to kill!
“Ma’am?”
Bianca crumpled the paper and threw it into the fireplace, burning it.
She stirred it around with a poker to ensure that neither Deborah’s nor Duke Elian’s names could be seen.
Julie, who stood beside her, called out in surprise, but Bianca didn’t hear a thing.
It was okay if she never sent her regards for the rest of her life.
It didn’t matter if she never heard their voices again, as long as they were safe.
As long as the emperor didn’t tear them to shreds, she could live with their memories in her heart.
“Ma’am.”
She had to destroy it!
Completely!
“Ma’am!”
Bianca gathered the remaining ashes and stomped on them.
The dark ash, almost white from overburning, fluttered inside the stove, but the unease that had seeped into her chest didn’t easily subside.
Why did I write this?
What if there’s some kind of magic and the Emperor restores this?
“Madam! Please calm down!”
The one who diverted Bianca’s shaky gaze was Gillian’s shout.
“If you don’t like it, I can do it for you. You? You don’t have to write the letter…”
“I won’t write! I’m not writing!”
At the word “letter,” Bianca erupted in a shout.
What almost happened just now because of this fool?
She couldn’t forgive herself.
A letter?
“Then don’t write.”
“…”
“Don’t write. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I have to get rid of it, all of it.”
“I will dispose of every last bit for you.”
“What if someone recognizes it?”
Wide black pupils and a question that didn’t fit the situation.
Bianca’s state was strange.
However, Gillian, rather than showing any emotion, calmly responded and took the paper from Bianca’s hand.
She had already learned of the precise circumstances through Hailey from the Emperor.
There’s no way a discarded princess could be a precious ‘blood relative’ to the royal family.
Someone who once laughed about writing a letter to a loved one suddenly changes like this?
She must have realized that her news would be poison to him.
The guess wasn’t hard to make.
Gillian supported the panting Bianca and led her to the sofa.
“Have a cup of tea. I’ll bring some sweet tea food for you. It’s good to have together at times like this.”
“…”
“Would you like me to ask the Duke for disposal if you’re uneasy?”
“To Gillian?”
“An aura leaves no trace.”
An absurd request.
Who would use an aura for that?
But Bianca, consumed by anxiety, was already incapable of rational judgment.
“Is that possible?”
At Bianca’s response to ‘perfect disposal,’ Gillian readily nodded.
“Of course, Madam. An aura is something that can even blow demons away like fog. This is nothing.”
“Didn’t he say he’d come when it stops snowing? When will it stop? I wish it would stop soon.”
Immediately, at Bianca’s words mentioning the Duke’s return, Gillian responded with a subtle tone.
“Shall we send a message to see when he’ll be back?”
“Can we do that?”
“We’re already sending them regularly.”
It was a blatant lie.
But Gillian was willing to do anything to reassure Bianca, so it didn’t matter.
Even if it meant calling in the Duke to deal with the wave.
“Sometimes, if something happens at the estate, he comes back a bit sooner.”
“Really?”
Before the blue eyes that had regained their light, Gillian smiled naturally.
“Shall I write ‘come quickly’?”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
