Charlotte finally coughed and cleared her throat. Her nose stung from the cold air.
She touched her nose, and a maid hurried over and covered her with a blanket.
(This is a time separator.)
“The Duke of Tuteur has left a child born outside and his mistress,”
Roskella pierced the assassin’s neck with a dagger.
“Charlotte will be worried again.”
Benjamin muttered in a low tone.
“At first, it was intended to bring her right after the hostess died, but it seems the schedule was twisted because the young lady was abandoned.”
“So.”
“I brought the child first because she was sick, and it was intended to bring the young lady again……!”
Roskella quickly pulled out her neck with a gasp.
Another assassin targeted her neck. As Roskella tried to block it with her hand in a hurry, Benjamin grabbed the villain’s neck and threw him away.
“Be careful.”
“Thathank you.”
The surrounding assassins were quickly organized. Like shadows disappearing underfoot, everything fell quiet in an instant.
Roskella cautiously looked at her lord. Benjamin seemed a little more tired than usual.
“Are you tired?”
“A little.”
“You were out for a long time today?”
Roskella wiped the blood off her hand with a handkerchief and threw it on the floor.
“Anyway, it seems evident that the young lady will face a problem. Since the young lady was abandoned from the family, the fiveyearold child will become the only bloodline of the Tuteur?”
Benjamin dropped the knife in his hand. The vitality in his eyes slowly faded away.
“The young lady must be heartbroken.”
I wonder.
“She’s not a child who carelessly shows her sadness.”
Charlotte was not a child who spoke of her feelings first.
A sense of dissonance flowed from her.
Charl. Charlotte. Benjamin, who was whispering her name, touched his lips with his fingertips.
“Why are you doing that?”
“My throat is dry.”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince must conceal the bad habit with elegance. If the young lady sees it, she’ll be greatly alarmed and run away.”
Benjamin killed his presence.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
The intelligence officers climbed over the wall and joined him. They were his subordinates who had scattered to deal with the assassins.
“The assassins are taken care of.”
Benjamin looked around the empty alley.
The deserted night street was cleanly erased, as if no one had ever been there.
(This is a time separator.)
Charlotte got out of bed with her hair disheveled. When she pulled the bell rope, Becky brought washing water.
“Good morning, young lady.”
Charlotte got down from the bed, rubbing her stiff neck.
“How do you feel today? You had a bit of a cold last night.”
“I’m fine. I took a warm bath right away yesterday.”
“That’s good. It would be a fuss if you caught a cold at this time.”
Charlotte, dressed in a pale pastelcolored dress, brushed her hair back.
She picked up the newsletter without makeup and in comfortable attire, and leaned back on the terrace sofa.
“Isn’t there a hunting contest soon? Have you prepared your handkerchief?”
“Was there such a schedule?”
“Did you forget about it?”
“No. I just remembered it……. That was about this time.”
Charlotte had fallen seriously ill during this period.
The child who had barely endured each day in the absence of her mother eventually fainted.
“Miss?”
Becky carefully tapped the glass window of the terrace as she called her.
“Yes.”
“Will you attend?”
“All the relatives from the maternal side will be attending, so I must go with them.”
Charlotte closed the newsletter with a smooth gesture. This newsletter also dealt with the upcoming hunting contest.
“Ah, and the head of the family was looking for you.”
Becky took care of the newsletter. Charlotte picked up the shawl that had been draped over a chair and covered her shoulders with it.
“I’ll go and pay my respects to Grandfather.”
As she stepped outside, all the windows were open for ventilation.
The wind that blew in from outside slapped her cheeks. Charlotte, squinting one eye tightly, raised the back of her hand to shield her view.
The sunlight was harsh.
Charlotte fiddled with her shawl as she went downstairs.
“Miss, are you here to see the head of the family?”
“Is Grandfather in his office?”
The butler smiled faintly and nodded his head.
“Head of the family, the Miss has arrived.”
The office door opened, and Leandro appeared through the gap. Leandro raised his head while adjusting his spectacles.
Charlotte poked her head through the gap of the office door and asked.
“If you are busy, should I come back later?”
“That’s fine. The door’s open, come on in.”
Charlotte closed the door and entered.
The office was filled with the strong aroma of coffee. When coffee beans are roasted sweetly and ground freshly, this rich aroma spreads. Her nerves were focused on the scent of coffee, which she had not smelled in a long time.
“Do you know what this is?”
“It’s coffee, isn’t it?”
“It hasn’t been long since we started importing the beans, so where have you seen it?”
Leandro paused and then asked.
“You wouldn’t have had a chance to try it, would you?”
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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