“Don’t cry. If you cry, Aster will think I made you cry.”
Benjamin Visennov walked ahead first. His stride was neat without any disarray.
“Charlotte, if you don’t come, I’ll leave you. What are you doing standing there, dazed?”
Benjamin turned to look at Charlotte. He was standing at a distance, waiting for her.
“He’s waiting now.”
“…….”
“Hold hands. If you are going to go on like this.”
Benjamin familiarly grasped Charlotte’s hand.
As they walked among the people, he made way so Charlotte would not bump into anyone.
“Why are you lost in thought alone?”
Benjamin stretched out his arm, ruffling his hair.
Charlotte looked at him from afar.
“See? You bump into others when you are lost.”
Benjamin quickly pulled Charlotte’s shoulder as he almost collided with a passerby on the street.
Charlotte banged her head against her rigid body and moaned by herself.
‘I’m sorry!’ the passerby hurried past.
Charlotte breathed in closely.
There was a bitter scent of herbs.
“It smells like herbs.”
“I’ve applied the herbs used for anesthesia to the bandage.”
Whether it was the herbs, the distinct smell of flesh was lingering on the body.
It was bitter and yet chilly. It retained the cold energy characteristic of the night air.
“Follow me properly.”
Benjamin stroked Charlotte and went back on his way.
“Your Highness…”
Around then, a low voice resounded.
“Benjamin.”
“Yes?”
“Call me by my name.”
Benjamin took his name in his mouth.
“Is it not? Looking at you calling me by my name, is Aster about to get upset?”
Charlotte looked up at Benjamin with a perplexed expression.
Feeling such a gaze, Benjamin scratched the back of his hand with his fingertips.
“Why?”
Charlotte pulled her hand away, tickled.
“Do you know?”
“…….”
“If you keep being led like this, Charlotte, you’ll be in danger.”
Benjamin whispered in a soft voice.
A carriage had been sent from his inlaw’s house.
Charlotte had forgotten about the exile and everything else until then.
“Don’t let your guard down.”
Be alert.
Charlotte then realized that she had been led again.
(This is a time separator.)
It was a few days later.
“…….”
Charlotte swallowed her breath from one side of the corridor.
It was the path to Leandro’s office. She was about to open the office door when someone came out.
“Are you on your way to Father?”
Cesar, who had been choking on his cravat, asked.
He was her big uncle, who had helped with the succession procedure this time.
“Yes. Uncle, are you going to see Grandfather?”
“Yes. I’m on my way back after checking the finalized legal procedures.”
Cesar had been at home for a few days. He had become acquainted with his big uncle while stepping through the last succession procedure.
“That’s fortunate.”
Cesar looked down at his niece and stroked his chin.
“Today, you look better than yesterday. Until a few days ago, your face was so pale it was unbecoming, but not so.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“I mean you look good today.”
He gestured towards the inside of the office, stepping aside for her to enter.
“Father is waiting. Go in.”
Charlotte knocked on the office door and entered. The office reflected Leandro’s personality.
Neatly organized on the desk were stacks of documents.
Charlotte glanced out the window, then fixed her eyes on Leandro. He spoke in a smooth tone.
“Your father gave up custody.”
He gave up Charlotte’s custody in Tutega. So Charlotte and Tutega had become strangers.
“Charlotte Windsor. From now on, I am your legal guardian.”
“The succession process ended quickly.”
“Cesar came and finished the last procedure.”
Her big uncle’s legal process had all smoothly come to an end.
The legal procedure seemed to take a little long, but now it was resolved. She had gotten out of Tutega with this.
Charlotte had become a member of Windsor, and her legal guardian was her grandfather.
“Did Father cooperate obediently?”
“It would have ended in a year anyway. Your biological father knew that and calculated for more profit.”
Her father did not show his face in the end.
It meant they had become complete strangers. She didn’t feel bitter.
If the connection could be severed so easily, wouldn’t it have been better to let it go before?
Why was I trapped in that corner of the house for decades?
“Tell the butler about any inconveniences.”
I forgot about my father’s business.
Charlotte brushed her hair behind her ears. Her long red hair wrapped around her fingers.
They came out of their clutches.
Do they know?
You shouldn’t have missed me.
(This is a time separator.)
Pyotr looked around the empty mansion and took off his coat.
The interior of Tyutyer was quiet.
The rare silence was quite pleasant.
“Have you arrived?”
The old butler hurriedly took his coat.
“Was there nothing unusual at home?”
“It was quiet.”
“Is the disinheritance process over?”
“Yes. It’s all over.”
Pyotr furrowed his brow. Whether it was because of the deep wrinkles between his brows, his expression looked quite fierce.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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