“Be careful not to get hit by a blind sword.”
Charlotte poured the wine and filled a glass.
“How’s the shoulder wound?”
“Who told you about that?”
“Do I have to hear it from someone? You get hurt every time I see you.”
Benjamin Visennov still had a bandage on one arm.
The white gauze was stained with blood, and there was a strong smell of medicinal herbs.
The bitter scent came from the petals of the pasqueflower, which were used as an anesthetic.
“Is the smell of medicine getting stronger?”
“And you’re giving wine to a patient?”
Benjamin grabbed the wine bottle and leaned against the railing.
He then slightly parted his lips and drank the wine straight from the bottle.
“It has to be Windsor.”
“What do you mean?”
“On the first day I arrived at Aster’s, he threw away a bottle of wine.”
“That’s somewhat expensive. You recommended Ailea wine to me, didn’t you? You can’t be unaware of its value… Yet you drink it all by the bottle?”
Benjamin grabbed the mouth of the bottle, remarking that wine was just wine after all. The scent of grapes wafted faintly.
“Wine doesn’t agree with me.”
That mouth said such nonsense at times.
Charlotte leaned against the terrace railing and looked up at Benjamin.
Her eyes, hidden beneath her black hair, were unusually dark.
Her jetblack pupils shone dully, making them all the more eerie.
“Why?”
“Just because.”
Benjamin replied. His low, muttering voice was clear without any sign of slur.
It was only like the dispersed, hollow air.
Benjamin reached out and touched her red hair.
The curly strands slipped through his fingers.
Her throat tickled. It felt like being tickled with a feather.
Charlotte leaned her head closer and asked near his cheek.
“So, what about me?”
“What about you?”
“Do we get along?”
We resembled each other. That’s why we were drawn together.
“Will you marry me? We’ll have to get permission from my great uncle or great aunt though?”
“…….”
“Is it not a marriage with me?”
Reuniting with her exhusband had spurred Charlotte on even more.
“You, are you going to keep doing this?”
Benjamin pulled Charlotte’s cheek.
“Stop it. Charl.”
Benjamin looked more relaxed as well.
Charlotte pushed his hand away appropriately.
I have lived longer than you.
“That’s not the look of someone your age…….”
“I’ve lived a long time in this world. Too long. I’ve brought someone who should have died here.”
Worse than an animal with her relatives, and a life worse than a human in her husband’s family, she had died.
I died like that.
So I can be a little spiteful to them now.
Benjamin watched Charlotte with his black eyes.
The snake with thick scales ominously flicked its tongue.
“Listen to me.”
Charlotte reluctantly said.
“It was just a thought.”
Meeting her exhusband seemed to have scratched the inside of her heart.
“Charl.”
Benjamin straightened Charlotte’s hair.
“Let’s go down now.”
Benjamin looked beyond the attic door and clicked his tongue.
“Aster is coming.”
“Great uncle? Is he downstairs?”
“He’s coming up the stairs. I can hear his steps.”
The creaking sound of stairs was heard. The noise was getting closer.
Charlotte ran her hands through her windtousled hair.
Benjamin pulled her hair out from the blanket.
“Go on.”
Charlotte handed off the wine and slipped out.
“Finish the wine and clean up yourself.”
As she was coming down from the attic, the light at the bottom of the stairs shone.
Aster was coming up from the lower floor.
“Is little great uncle still awake?”
“Are you coming down from there?”
Aster sighed when he saw Charlotte.
“Who were you with?”
“I was with His Highness the Crown Prince.”
It seemed like he knew, but there was no reason to hide it here.
“Ah, up there……? I see. Charl, aren’t you cold in your nightclothes? Cover yourself with a blanket or… No, never mind. It’s your house. Dress comfortably. The guest should be careful, not the homeowner. I shouldn’t say anything. Never mind.”
Aster’s hurried words flowed out without pause.
The relatives on the mother’s side were particularly cautious around Charlotte.
That cautious gaze was still watchful.
“I was being rude. It’s cold, so dress warmly.”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What did you talk about up there?”
“Did you perhaps have a serious conversation? Have things become that serious? I’m not asking you. I’m just curious.”
It would be about time to ask, but they still tread carefully.
It must be because of guilt that started from someone’s death.
“We just exchanged greetings.”
Charlotte hesitated and reached out.
“It’s dark. Please take me to the room.”
Aster looked up at the attic once and grabbed Charlotte’s arm.
“What’s the matter with a grown person acting childish?”
He moved without hesitation, grumbling all the while.
Charlotte was alone once she was inside the bedroom.
Mother, I feel like my future is changing little by little.
But you’re not there.
(This is a time separator.)
“Is it true that you brought up the engagement to the crown prince?”
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
