Alfonso, whose hand was suddenly taken, stared stiffly at Ariadne. The woman in a girl’s guise smiled brightly and removed her hand from Alfonso’s grip. His warm body heat left him.
“I think I should go now.”
Ariadne looked back at Alfonso as she stood up. Even her simple ivory dress seemed to fit perfectly amid the dilapidated fountain and scattered ivy leaves.
Alfonso suddenly thought that the lady before him seemed to blend seamlessly into the castle.
“I had followed a maid who said the queen was gifting me a dress, but I ran away. If I stay out too long, I’ll hear something unpleasant.”
He wanted to hold her back, but the reason was undeniable.
“Ah, indeed. The queen wouldn’t be too happy knowing I was with you.”
Ariadne, slightly surprised, looked directly at Alfonso. She had thought he was too innocent to have any other thoughts, but this prince was surprisingly aware of his situation. It was very intriguing.
Alfonso, shuffling his feet, began to speak.
“I didn’t tell you something.”
“I have a lot of things I didn’t tell either. I knew you were a prince and even killed you with my own hands in my previous life. You were married to my sister. Oh, by the way, I’m a regressor.” Ariadne, who couldn’t dare say this, asked Alfonso while shaking her head.
“What is it?”
“Actually, the queen probably summoned you today because of me.”
Ariadne laughed brightly. It was as if she could clearly see what had happened, as if she was looking into her palm.
“So, you talked about me after we met at Gufwel Park.”
She spoke bluntly.
“I guess she was curious about her son’s friend.”
“How did you know?”
Alfonso couldn’t help but express his surprise. It was the first time someone seemed to read his mind so thoroughly.
It felt a bit like a possessive mother to bring a girl her son met to investigate her and gauge her suitability, but looking at the seventeenyearold Prince Alfonso through thirtyyearold eyes, she thought that if she had a son like this, she might do the same.
Prince Alfonso had deep blue eyes, a tall nose, and a strong jawline, like a perfect prince straight out of ancient mythology.
If Ariadne of the past had such a son, she would have set the curfew at 4 pm and only allowed male servants in the prince’s palace, banning any female servants.
“But my mother didn’t mention inviting you today. I just thought she might have called you for some reason, so I came to check.”
I hadn’t seen it to that extent, but it seems Queen Marguerite was more of an obsessive mother than I thought.
Ariadne pondered for a moment about what to respond.
Usually, when someone’s mother is mentioned, it’s fundamental in social life to compliment, but a teenager, almost a stranger to me, is criticizing his mother, and saying ‘your mother must have had her reasons’ in this situation is like saying ‘I am an old man, please do not interact with me in the future.’
Having been in the top echelons of society for nine years, all these calculations ended in an instant for Ariadne.
“You must not feel free.”
Ariadne took a step closer and brushed Alfonso’s hair behind his ears for him.
“It must be suffocating.”
The girl’s hand stroked the boy’s smooth hair. The boy, his eyes wide open, stood rigidly, staring at the girl who had come so close to him.
A person who understands me, someone I can communicate with, who smells good.
Her green eyes, tall nose, and red lips came into his sight one by one. He thought eyes were just eyes, but he could read many stories in her blackrimmed green pupils.
Alfonso de Carlo until yesterday was just a child.
He had little interest in others. Especially if the other person was a woman, not a peer of the same sex sharing his interests. He was more curious about upcoming events, the games he would play, the studies he needed to do.
It was only today that he felt like he had become a man, at least a boy. His heart was pounding, and her green eyes kept coming to mind. The shimmer of the green eyes, the eyesmile, the eyelashes. Then, after sketching all these, the nose, then the lips after the nose.
It was the first time the features of another person had been imprinted meaningfully in his brain.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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