But it was more like a parcel in thickness, and when the envelope was opened, inside was Alfonso’s handwriting with strong strokes in blue ink, as always.
“To dear Ari whom I miss,
Taranto is only desolate without you. The warm air and the salty sea breeze are now gradually becoming tedious. I’d happily stay even in a winter castle being battered by a snowstorm if you were there.
By now, your sister’s funeral must have ended. Let me offer my condolences for your sister. From hearing your words, she seemed like a kind and talented friend……. They say that God takes good people first to be angels by His side. Let’s believe that Arabella went to a good place.
(Abridged)
I’m waiting for the day I can proudly go to you. The persuasion of the crown prince remains, but I’ve made up my mind and the outcome won’t change. I miss you.
With love, A.”
She carefully folded the letter written on rough paper and locked it in the letter box in the library.
She thought she had learned from her previous life that a man’s promise is hollow.
But she couldn’t suppress her desire to believe that this time would be different, that this time it was real. The seduction was sweet, the lips were silent, and love was like a blaze.
The sensation of his lips that day, the warmth of a person, was disrupting her normal thinking.
“……Let’s not do this.”
Ariadne shook her head, trying to shake off her distracting thoughts.
“Get a grip. Get a grip.”
She chastised herself for being distracted by romance just a few days after sending off Arabella, and neatly smoothed out the mourning dress she was wearing. Only then did her mind clear a bit. Ariadne had a lot to do from now on.
She was the kind of woman who would rather do everything she could herself than entrust everything to a man and wait in vain.
[This is the time separator]The period of mourning for the death of a child or a younger sibling did not last more than 2 weeks.
As soon as the prescribed period was over, Ippolito immediately discarded his mourning clothes and enjoyed all the forbidden things like drinking and sex, even before discarding his mourning clothes, in a way that wouldn’t be noticed by others.
He seemed to rely more and more on Maletta. It was because he poured out all the intimate stories that were difficult to do anywhere else to her.
“Maletta. I’ve thought about it, and I think I’m the most unhappy in the world.”
“What? Why our young master? You’re rich, handsome, and you have a lot of friends.”
He heaved a deep sigh and shook his head.
“I’ve always thought that I grew up in a perfectly happy family, but when I think about my mother being an illicit woman and my younger sister is the proof of that illegitimacy, and my father is another cuckoo chick, it feels like all the happiness I enjoyed was a deceit.”
Maletta had a difficult relationship with her parents from a young age, and she lived under the same roof with her only remaining sister by good luck, but they were mortal enemies who were frustrated because they could not kill each other.
However, Hippolytus was feeling very pitiful for himself, and Maletta had to match Hippolytus unconditionally to get what she wanted.
Despite her stolen unhappiness, Maletta consoled Hippolytus diligently. The process is embarrassing but the result will be grand.
“I’m so upset that my parents’ relationship is not like before. That’s why I couldn’t concentrate on my studies in Padua and my grades were bad!”
“That’s right, our young master would have been the best in Padua if only you focused on studying, it’s just that the situation didn’t help!”
Maletta heartily agreed.
“Now stop thinking about such things and think happy thoughts. What has happened won’t disappear, right? Come on, take a drink and come here and cuddle in my arms.”
[This is the time separator]Hippolytus dulled his sorrow and worries with alcohol and carnal desires for a month.
And now Maletta was savoring the result with her body.
“I’m pregnant.”
It was a verdict given by the grandmother Santa Pa, who took care of all the common people of San Carlo, in a small hovel in a corner of downtown San Carlo.
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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