The desperate voice was filled with affection for the child.
Just like Daniel’s mother, Laura, had said to him and Dominic.
If he hadn’t been in such a mess from fighting, he might have come out of the shadows where he was hiding and said something.
Why would I persecute your daughter?
I’m not even interested in being a proper wife in the first place.
He also remembered Ricardo’s advice to clean himself up and change his clothes before entering.
His incessant nagging.
“We must get married now that it’s come to this, but please hold off on consummating the marriage. If you don’t want to have a funeral at the same time as the wedding for a girl who won’t live long, it’s best not to touch her at all. If you crush her with your size, she’ll die on that very day. Sigh.”
Who’s crushing who?
Just because you raised me like a beast, do you think I’m a real beast?
Daniel, who was about to enter the bedroom, stopped, irritably brushed his hair back, and leaned against the wall with one hand.
A warm energy seeped into the palm of his hand.
“I’ll keep the stove warm since the doctor said to keep your body warm.”
It was clear that his industrious wife was warming up the bedroom.
A coarse sound burst out of Daniel’s mouth before he could stop it.
“I’m going crazy.”
A wife?
Taking care of my own body is hard enough, what about a wife?
Especially a weak woman who seems like she could blow away in a strong wind.
Despite what the Empress says, she should refuse.
A toolate regret that it was futile pounded his head painfully.
The wedding of the daughter of the Hawkbone family, famous for their short lives, and Daniel Lihart, the Emperor’s hound, known to the whole empire.
When this marriage was announced, it is said that the social circles of the capital, “Chellino” of the Svegen Empire, stirred.
It was louder than when the Emperor gave Daniel the title of Duke Lihart, one of the ‘twelve dukes.’
No wonder Empress Margret was criticized for being harsh.
Unlike her actual nature, the old fox only showed a kind exterior, regardless of rank.
“Phew.”
Daniel sighed deeply and hit his head against the wall leading to the bedroom.
Unlike the noisy bookshelves in his office, a gap appeared in the quietly opened wall.
A distinct ray of light coming through the gap divided the pitchblack corridor into light and darkness.
“Lotte sister, Hestia sister. Frieda is really, really having fun here.”
The voice that followed the wall was as thin as the ray of light seeping out next to him.
“And now… I’m twenty years old.”
There was an inexplicable sense of pride in the frail voice that didn’t seem to have any strength.
Daniel unconsciously held his breath.
It was quite some time before the whisper that seemed about to fade away came.
“I… am proud….”
After that, no signs came.
How long had it been since he heard only the crackling of burning logs?
It was quite some time later that Daniel cautiously pushed the wall with force.
As bright light poured into his sight, the darkness gave way.
He slowly opened and closed his eyes to adapt to the light that filled his eyes.
A warmth unfamiliar to Daniel greeted him first.
Then he saw white hair, like piled snow on a winding mountain path of an altar.
Daniel, leaning back, approached Frieda quietly, muffling his footsteps.
He stopped and looked down pensively at her face as she slept, cheek resting on the table.
The way her white eyelashes quivered with her breath.
A calm and serene voice flowed lowly from his mouth, which opened lazily.
“When I first saw you….”
Daniel’s right hand cast a shadow over Frieda’s forehead.
He stared blandly at the black light his large hand had cast on her white hair, then quickly retracted it.
“You were always whining.”
A faint word of praise gently landed where the shadow had vanished.
“You’ve done well, Frieda.”
Daniel, who had been watching the deeply sleeping Frieda, folded and unfolded his arms several times.
In the past, holding a woman would have been easier than breathing, but out of a sense of concern, he repeated the same action until he was sure.
But, to his relief, the woman was light as a feather.
As soon as he moved Frieda to the bed, she turned a few times and skillfully settled at the edge of the bed and fell asleep.
He thought for a moment about going to Dominic’s room, but remembered his rough sleeping habits.
“Damn it.”
I don’t even know. Let’s sleep today.
Let’s sleep first and worry from tomorrow.
Because it was a busy day to send off the awakened him after three years.
Daniel, who rubbed his face several times, lay down at the end as far from Frieda as possible.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]If he knew he would wake up to such a morning, he would have definitely gone to Dominic’s room.
“First, I’ll start with your legs.”
Daniel, who sat straight at the bedside, shook his head firmly to show that he had no intention of negotiating.
“It’s okay.”
Why is there a fuss about touching people’s bodies as soon as they open their eyes?
He was so surprised that he almost lost the consciousness he had worked hard to find.
“But it’s something I’ve been doing every day, even when you were unconscious, according to the doctor. He said that continuous touch prevents the body from stiffening.”
What?
So for the past three years, he had been touched every day?
By those tiny hands?
If it’s a talent to blurt out absurd stories with such innocent eyes, then it’s a talent.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been… touching me every day… I mean, took care of me?”
Relieved at his own choice of somewhat refined words, he felt absurdly relieved.
“Yes, of course. The doctor said to do it every day.”
Damn doctor. I’ll cut him down.
Daniel sighed shortly, ‘huh.’
“To recover quickly, you have to work even harder from now on.”
Frieda, as if she was going to grab his calf right then, approached with her ten fingers wiggling.
Daniel, who had never flinched even in front of hundreds of cavalry, leaned back a bit.
Frieda, who came up to his nose, fluttered her white eyebrows that were like freshly fallen snow, and asked,
“Ah, if I’m making you uncomfortable, should I call Dominic?”
Dominic touching my body.
That’s even more horrifying.
“No, no. It’s not.”
Life with a wife is really difficult. Very much so.
“You don’t really have to do this. I’m fine.”
A wife with such a look in her eyes makes him feel guilty just for saying no.
With a determination to avoid this situation by any means, Daniel raised his now lighter legs.
At that moment, for the first time in his life, Daniel was pushed down by someone.
“Ah, really. Stop moving!”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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