Rachel looked at Blair with a contemptuous expression and said, “Why should I listen to you? Everyone has the right to love freely, and I don’t need your permission.”
Her attitude now was quite different from when she sought Blair’s permission just a while ago.
Blair didn’t get angry or feel disdain at her demeanor. It was an emotion that had already passed once in the past.
Now, she just found her cousin, who was boldly proclaiming nonsense, pitiful.
“You seem to prioritize your rights over morality.”
“Don’t act all self-righteous. Who in this party would criticize that? They all live like that behind the scenes.”
“Just because everyone does it doesn’t make it righteous. If it’s so righteous, say it in front of those people. Tell them you want to be the mistress of the Duke of Delmark.”
Blair gestured towards the people in the party.
Seeing them, Rachel faltered.
As Blair pointed out, not everyone proudly flaunted their extramarital relationships.
While silently observing Rachel, Blair added with an unwavering voice, “You have the freedom to live your life as you wish, but at least don’t cross the minimum line.”
In response to Blair’s calm reprimand, Rachel exhaled as if amazed but could only smirk and couldn’t come up with a retort.
Blair turned away, leaving Rachel behind.
Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, Blair felt a sense of amusement.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
While conversing with other nobles, Herdin, who had turned his gaze away, met the eyes of the viscount who was about to leave the party.
Beside him was his wife, who even at a glance appeared to be pregnant.
The viscount, meeting Herdin’s eyes, awkwardly explained, “My wife is feeling tired, and rather than unnecessarily dampening the mood, we thought it would be proper to leave quietly…”
“It’s regrettable and apologetic that you can’t fully enjoy such a delightful party.”
“Even your attendance, considering the discomfort, is something to be grateful for. I hope you can join us again after the delivery.”
Herdin graciously responded to the guest who had made the effort to attend despite the difficult steps. It was a rare gentle attitude from him, who usually exuded a cold aura.
His wife blushed and shyly smiled.
“Yes, we definitely will. I hope by then, Your Excellency and Madam will have good news as well.”
Good news.
Upon hearing those words, Herdin’s gaze descended to her swollen belly. His eyes, initially softened, briefly regained a chill. However, it was momentary.
Unaware of this, the couple bid farewell and passed by Herdin.
Herdin discreetly observed the viscount’s departing figure, holding his wife’s waist as if cradling the most precious thing in the world, before turning his gaze away.
At the end of the turned gaze, Blair’s figure was captured, seamlessly fitting into the natural flow. Blair, wearing a navy dress that complemented him, stood out no matter where in the party venue.
Not only in his eyes but in the eyes of others, she would appear that way.
Mine. My wife.
However, that was only the story until the end of this contract.
‘Good news.’
Herdin sneered as he looked at Blair’s slender waist.
As long as she diligently took contraceptive pills like a lifeline, there would be no issue of her belly swelling with his child. At least, it wouldn’t be his child.
…Unless it was another bastard’s child.
As his thoughts unconsciously extended to that point, the blood in his whole body chilled. Just with imagination.
Erasing the unpleasant thoughts and searching for Blair again, within that short time, her figure was not visible, and someone else caught his attention.
Wesley Baldwin.
He was the one who made advances toward Blair at Katrina’s birthday party.
‘…Why is that bastard here?’
Blair selectively sent the invitations. She probably didn’t send him an invitation because she wanted to invite him, it must have been just a formal invitation.
Excluding Wesley Baldwin, inviting all other high noble families while leaving out Viscount Baldwin might not look good, and it wasn’t like Wesley was the only one from the Baldwin Viscountcy.
The day after the embarrassing rumors spread, Wesley’s father, Viscount Baldwin, came to find him and even offered an apology.
‘I thought he wouldn’t attend if he knew what shame was.’
The impertinent brat who hadn’t learned his lesson seemed to have shamelessly crawled back in.
Seeing Wesley, memories of the last party came to mind, and an uneasy feeling crept in. Moreover, Blair was not visible in the party venue right now.
Based on the experience of the last party, I inferred that my wife had a habit of hiding when she got tipsy to avoid the eyes of others.
‘So maybe today, too…’
Blair, as drunk as last time, might not be caught by some strict person again. Maybe she wasn’t showing that cute tipsy act to that guy.
Then, I would want to kill that guy.
Before such a thing happened, it seemed like my mind would be at ease if I found her right away.
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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