The Duke Stole Everything (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Sharti’s shoulders twitched.
“If I happen to be a wanted criminal or a witness entangled in something dangerous, what would you do then?”
“……?”
“In that case, you’d become an accomplice too, for treating me all this time.”
“……!”
Wasn’t that clearly a threat?
At the man’s sudden shift in attitude, ‘Sha’ kept opening and closing her small mouth in shock, utterly speechless.
Yet the man didn’t back down—in fact, he crossed his arms.
“Besides, I’ve seen your face. You’re the only face I remember.”
“……!”
Sharti’s face turned deathly pale.
Frantically, she pulled her hood deeper over her head and wrapped her robe tightly around herself.
Her lips trembled with fear.
‘If they find out I’m alive—if they learn the bloodline of Krianet still survives… I’ll…!’
Five years ago, the fire should have taken her face instead of her voice.
As Sharti’s trembling intensified, the man visibly panicked.
‘……I need to run. I have to escape.’
Overwhelmed by anxiety, Sharti gasped for breath and tried to rise.
“No!”
The man quickly uncrossed his arms and immediately bowed his head sharply to the ground.
Sharti, who had been about to flee right then, flinched in surprise.
“What I just said—I misspoke!”
“……!”
“I overstepped without knowing my place. It was my fault.”
It was a swift and clear apology.
In such a short time, the man had already shown her many different sides.
Thanks to this, Sharti managed to slowly steady her breathing without even taking medicine.
‘Is he just someone whose mood changes quickly? …Or maybe he’s under so much mental pressure he has no room for composure.’
Though his attitude moments ago had clearly crossed a line, Sharti reasoned rationally.
As a physician, it was right to consider a patient’s psychological state.
“……But if you hand me over to others, you—the one who helped me out of goodwill—might suffer because of me.”
This time, her words carried more concern than warning.
At the man’s earnest tone, Sharti gave a slight nod.
‘He’s right.’
If she was a risk, it was better to keep her close.
‘……He probably thought long and hard about how to say this to me.’
The man spoke to Sharti without hesitation. Even when she only nodded silently without replying, he didn’t criticize her manner.
She could feel how much deliberation and practice he’d gone through to organize his words.
‘Can I trust this person?’
There was no way to verify whether he truly had amnesia.
Conversely, there was also no way for him to prove he had amnesia.
‘After all, how can someone prove they don’t remember something when they genuinely don’t remember?’
In the end, if he offered trust, she had no choice but to accept it.
Slowly, Sharti lowered her feet from the bed.
The man lifted his head.
His face revealed clear anxiety and impatience.
“Just until I recover my memories—or at least until I remember my name—I’d like you to keep me with you.”
Sharti let out a deep sigh.
After all, the moment he’d asked for her help, the answer had already been decided.
‘At the very least, I don’t think this man would stab me in the back.’
Encouraged by his straightforward apology, she decided to take a chance.
Sharti crouched down in front of him and held out her hand.
“…….”
“……My hand?”
With a puzzled look, the man placed his large hand over hers.
“…….”
Staring intently at the letters tracing his palm, the man slowly nodded.
Sharti folded her trembling hand a few times, then wrote on his palm.
“…….”
The man’s eyes widened slightly.
“I’ll do as you say.”
The man nodded obediently.
He seemed a little dazed.
Yet, somehow, the way he focused intently on her palm looked gentler.
“I promise.”
For this last reply, he looked directly at Sharti.
Unconsciously, Sharti relaxed her shoulders.
It wasn’t a written contract or anything formal—just a simple promise.
But his serious response gave her a sense of relief.
“……What I said earlier was sincere.”
Hearing the faint amusement in his voice, Sharti raised her eyes.
Though hidden beneath her hood, she somehow felt he was looking straight into her eyes.
“The part about letting me tie you up.”
After some hesitation, Sharti replied.
Binding both his arms and legs felt wrong to her conscience.
‘Maybe just one ankle would be acceptable.’
She needed to find a minimal safety measure—not poison or restraint, but something reasonable.
Watching Sharti lost in thought, the man swallowed a wry smile.
He’d expected her to brush it off as a joke, but instead she was taking it seriously, visibly pondering. Through this brief exchange alone, the man was learning many sides of Sharti.
‘I’ve heard nobles use magical contracts—but those must be expensive, right?’
Sharti didn’t know what expression the man wore as he watched her.
Then their eyes met.
“Before that, you’ll bring me clothes, right?”
When he grinned, Sharti’s face instantly flushed red.
The heat spread from her cheeks all the way to her scalp.
Though she didn’t have proper clothes for him at the moment, she did have a long robe.
She’d rush home as soon as she left the cave and bring something for him to wear.
Embarrassed, Sharti huffed softly.
As Sharti pressed her index finger firmly to write, the man let out a louder laugh.
“I guess I didn’t realize how comfortable I felt with you.”
“…….”
“Shall I also promise not to use informal speech if it bothers you?”
Contrary to his earlier impression, he now seemed shamelessly easygoing.
For some reason, that image stuck in Sharti’s mind, and she sharply turned her head away.
Sharti drew a clear line.
To her, this was only a natural reaction.
‘A temporary arrangement—just shelter until my body and mind fully recover. I don’t want anything more than that.’
She couldn’t be sure the man would remain the same after regaining his memories. She feared the closeness that might blur boundaries and make his presence too prominent in her personal space.
“…….”
The man quietly memorized every word she pressed firmly into his rough palm.
A woman hiding both body and heart beneath thick robes.
Not wanting to strengthen Sharti’s defenses any further, the man gave a small shrug.
“Alright. ……I will.”
He didn’t stubbornly insist. He respected the boundary she’d set.
His instincts told him clearly:
One more misstep, and he’d lose her goodwill for good.
Just as Sharti, her expression stern again, began writing on his palm—
Gurgle.
“…….”
“…….”
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“…….”
The man’s gaze slowly drifted downward, stopping at Sharti’s stomach hidden beneath her robe.
Her pale face beneath the hood turned bright crimson.
“……Um…….”
He was flustered too. Though he wanted to pretend not to notice, her stomach kept loudly protesting.
Sharti squeezed her eyes shut, her face now as red as a ripe persimmon.
“Uh… hey—”
As the man awkwardly tried to speak, Sharti abruptly stood up. She strode over, grabbed a basket, and returned.
Placing it before him, she quickly showed him the bread and jam inside.
“……So that’s what that smell lingering in the cave was.”
To her relief, he changed the subject.
“You brought this, didn’t you? ……Right? With a scent like this, I couldn’t help but react. ……Right.”
“…….”
His attempt at reassurance came off as clueless.
‘It would’ve been kinder if you’d just pretended not to notice.’
Apparently, along with his memories, he’d lost his tact. Sharti grumbled inwardly.
Seeing Sharti’s mood hadn’t improved, the man rubbed his neck sheepishly.
“Oh—my stomach just made a noise too….”
“…….”
“No, ……never mind.”
He belatedly clamped his mouth shut.
Ignoring him, Sharti focused intently on the jam jar lid.
‘Ugh… ugh!’
No matter how hard she strained, the lid wouldn’t budge.
“Let me have that. ……Right.”
Watching her pound the lid with her fist, the man took the jar with one hand.
Pop. With a cheerful sound, the lid opened instantly.
“Here. ……Right.”
He handed back both the jar and the lid.
Sharti stared blankly at his large hand.
‘Men really do have strong hands.’
Various uses for those big hands flashed through her mind.
‘And he’s tall too, isn’t he?’
She recalled the piles of medicinal herbs at home and the household chores she couldn’t manage alone.
‘He’s a patient, but as long as he doesn’t move around too much, it should be fine.’
Hadn’t she already decided to live together?
Positively speaking, she’d just gained a valuable helper.
Sharti took a loaf from the basket and offered it to him first.
“Not feeding me anymore? ……Right?”
When Sharti immediately tried to take it back, he hastily accepted it.
“Oh—no, I’ll eat it gladly, ……thank you.”
After shooting him a brief, reproachful glance, Sharti used a fork from the basket to spread jam on her bread.
‘Looks like apple jam.’
The blend of savory and sweet looked delicious.
Sharti took a large bite right away.
She needed to silence her rebellious stomach before it made another sound.
“…….”
Stealing glances at Sharti as she chewed busily with her small mouth, the man also ate his bread, spreading jam just as she did.
Though he seemed to match her pace as much as possible, his portion vanished in an instant.
‘……Food is going to be the biggest problem.’
His large frame now struck her in a whole new way.
The single loaf Sharti portioned into several bites was just one mouthful for him.
How much must he eat to maintain those big, solid muscles?
‘For now, I can manage with garden vegetables… but what about winter?’
Naturally, food prices doubled in winter—especially in mountain villages, where quantity was a bigger issue than cost.
‘There’s a lot to think about.’
Facing all the complications that came with taking in another person left her with a heavy heart. Sharti swallowed her sigh along with another bite of bread.
Noticing her shifting expression, the man pushed the basket toward her.
“……I’m full.”
Surprised, Sharti offered him another loaf, but he waved it away.
Having eaten only one piece of bread, he deliberately turned his gaze from the basket.
“Maybe lying around so long made my stomach fill up quickly. ……Right.”
It sounded plausible enough.
Sharti, her cheeks puffed like a squirrel’s, nodded in agreement.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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