Kirian woke up at dawn the next day and headed straight to the garden.
The gardeners were already starting their day’s work.
When Kirian appeared, they bowed politely.
“Sir, good morning.”
Kirian nodded his head sternly.
“Yes, you’ve worked hard.”
Instead of heading straight to the training ground, Kirian stood in the garden. The youngest gardener cautiously opened his mouth.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
Kirian nodded his head again sternly.
“Yes.”
As Kirian explained the whole situation, the head gardener shook his head firmly.
“I’m sorry, but that’s difficult, Sir.”
Even if he was the only heir to the Duke’s family, Kirian couldn’t move the servants at his whim.
The Duke’s family adhered to a strict meritocracy. Even if he was the next Duke, if he couldn’t earn the respect of the servants, he couldn’t command them.
Kirian rubbed his chin with a small hand and thought deeply. Then he found a solution.
“How about making a deal with me?”
“What kind of deal are you talking about?”
The head gardener asked politely, but he didn’t expect much.
The Duke’s servants weren’t swayed by vast amounts of money or jewels. They were filled with pride in their skills and as members of the Duke’s family.
“If you help me…”
Kirian reached out with his chubby hand.
“You’ll have a chance to handshake with me.”
All the gardeners rushed to Kirian at once.
“Me! Me!”
“I’ll do it!”
“I’ll work until my bones break!”
Kirian smiled triumphantly. Sometimes life was too easy.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]I, as always, woke up only after the morning sunlight filled the room.
But today something was a bit strange. A sweet scent I’d never smelled before tickled my nose, and I opened my eyes.
The room was a flower garden.
For a moment, I thought I had been moved outside while I was asleep, the room was filled with blossoms.
The whole room was covered in flowers without a spot to step on.
Roses and hydrangeas, lilacs, peonies, and baby’s breath. Beautiful colors were everywhere. Even the portraits hanging on the walls had flower crowns on them.
And that wasn’t the end. The maids were constantly bringing in new flowers.
“Where should I put this?”
A maid holding a bunch of pink roses asked. Just as I thought she was asking me.
“Put it over there.”
Kirian’s face appeared from a pile of lilacs.
“Kirian, what’s all this?”
“Reina, you’re awake? We’re almost done. Wait a little longer.”
“What’s almost done?”
It was alarming enough to have the room filled with flowers, but the hint that there was more to come gave me an uneasy feeling.
“Do you, by any chance, like me?”
Then a large bouquet was suddenly thrust under my nose. The scent was sweet, but I couldn’t smell it.
I was too busy doubting my ears to notice the fragrance.
“What?”
“You’re the first woman to treat me like this.”
Kirian approached with an innocent smile, looking like a fairy you’d meet in a flower garden, spouting all sorts of absurd lines with a pure and pretty face.
“Pffft. Cough, cough.”
I managed to suppress my laughter with a forced cough. But then Kirian started to kneel, and I realized the gravity of the situation.
I didn’t know how Kirian got into this situation, but if I didn’t stop him now, it would be a lifelong trauma. Not my trauma, but a future trauma for Kirian.
With a stiff head, I silently mouthed ‘No,’ ‘Stop,’ ‘Don’t ruin your bright future with this dark history,’ but it seemed my telepathy was not reaching him.
Kirian pointed to the maids, who were watching with very interested faces from behind.
Certainly! Here’s the translated passage:
“I will confess before all the witnesses here.”
It was a cruel dialogue on his still innocent face. Kneeling on one knee, Kirian Istira extended a bouquet of flowers.
“A gift of flowers for the most beautiful flower in the world; please accept it.”
The maids standing behind started cheering and clapping in unison, yelling, “Accept it! Accept it!”
Unable to laugh or cry at Kirian’s serious face, I forcibly straightened my trembling fingers and accepted Kirian’s bouquet. It was so large that I was almost buried in it.
“Ha, haha, ha. Thank you, Kirian.”
I stealthily wiped away tears of mourning for the future Kirian.
“You… where did you learn to do this?”
I planned to have a stern word with whoever had taught the pure Kirian such a thing.
“Of course, you like this sort of thing.”
Kirian showed me a bright smile and handed me a book. My heart sank at the familiar cover.
It couldn’t be… no…
With a slightly trembling hand, I took the book and confirmed it. Whether Kirian wanted to give me the coup de grâce, he spoke again.
“I will be your leading man from now on, Nuna.”
Then he cocked his head and crossed his arms.
“Trust only in your brother.”
“Aaagh!”
I finally crumpled on the bed with a dying scream. The novel I had recommended to Kirian rolled out of my hands.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]It was clearly my fault.
I read the novel once to precisely judge what I had done to Kirian.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
