Evelia asked in a surprised tone. But no answer came. He lifted his head slightly and peeked at his own face, filled with hesitation. He didn’t know what to say.
In the past, she would have first suspected why he wore such an expression, but not anymore. Now she just found his considerate reaction both joyous and thankful.
Evelia pondered. She didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. What could she say to rescue him from the unpleasant mood he was currently in?
As a fragrant wind blew in, Evelia’s smile grew even brighter.
“So, you came running because you knew I had met with the Empress?”
“……There’s no way Mother would have said anything nice to you.”
“Are you worried that I might be upset?”
“I can’t not be.”
Unable to find any room for ambiguity in his response, Evelia hesitated and stood still. Her gaze naturally turned towards him.
“No, in fact, I was very worried. Worried that you might be hurt.”
“……”
“Only now can I finally face you with a smile, and I’m afraid of ruining this relationship again……”
Caliph softly whispered the words he had been keeping inside. Then he avoided the gaze that had been perfectly in sync.
His heart kept pounding anxiously. Though it was a moment he had long dreamed of, seeing Evelia smiling at him, he couldn’t be entirely happy.
He knew all too well that they were merely perched atop a sandcastle that could crumble at any moment.
He had been doing his best to ensure her happiness, cutting time into smaller pieces, but he was all too aware that there was still a long way to go.
So he couldn’t escape from anxiety for even a moment. He never knew when he would wake up again in the mercenary band’s bedroom from five years ago. Then he’d have to go through that horrifying process all over again.
The thought alone made it difficult to breathe, and Kalif let out a deep sigh without delay.
“I’m fine. Saying that I felt nothing would honestly be a lie, but…”
“…”
“I really am fine now. You did rush over in a month when you knew something happened, Your Highness.”
Her voice tinged with urgency, she seemed to interpret the meaning of his sigh differently.
With restless eyes still full of anxiety, Kalif looked at Evelia. Just doing that made his heart beat ruggedly.
It was a face he had seen countless times, but she was still beautiful and lovable in his eyes. Even her breath, gently scattering, was incomparably sweet.
He had never not desired her for even a moment. Never not longed for her.
Even though she couldn’t remember a single fragment of the memories they shared, he couldn’t help but love her simply because she was Evelia.
On days when that emotion particularly swelled within him, he wanted to hold her close and beg her.
‘Can’t you remember me now? Our memories sleeping somewhere in your memory, can’t you bring them to mind now…’
Kalif tightly clenched both of his limp hands. It felt as though his knuckles would break from the strain, but he couldn’t relax.
If he didn’t do that, he felt like he would desperately grab her hand and truly beg her. Something he had done hundreds, thousands of times in his heart.
“Your Highness, I really am fine. You weren’t cruel to me as you think. So please, don’t make yourself uncomfortable because of unnecessary worry.”
Evelia, holding his arm cautiously, spoke sweetly, her eyes shining transparently. There was no other way to describe those worried eyes but as affectionate.
So even today, he could neither hold her nor plead with her.
She was looking at not Kalif Dewit but Liurian Petrov. The man she desired was also not Kalif Dewit but Liurian Petrov.
He had neither the right nor the courage to hold her and plead with her again today, Kalif Dewit.
He couldn’t make her unhappy for his own selfishness. All he could do was,
“Yes. If you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
Those were the few words he gave, pretending to be Liurian.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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