Certainly, she had hoped that she would express her inner desires… “I… ” “Idel.” In an instant, he interrupted her, cutting off her words. “Let’s talk later; rest for now. You look exhausted to the point that speaking might be difficult.” His voice was warm yet firm. The refusal to continue the conversation was decisive, and Idel’s gaze wavered in response to this gentle but resolute rejection. He raised one hand, covering her eyes like shielding a woman’s eyes. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Rest and recover your strength before talking again.” “I understand.” It was strange. The warmth of his touch on her eyelids persisted, yet somehow the temperature seeping into her chest felt different than before. ‘It’s okay. I can express it again later.’ Her feelings, which she wanted to convey to him, wouldn’t vanish. It would be better to properly convey them after recovering physically, just as he suggested. Comforting herself, Idel slowly closed her tired eyelids. However, with lingering and unresolved emotions, her mind sank into a vortex of confusion, like a subconscious unable to be shaken off. Kairon, feeling the cessation of her trembling eyelashes, withdrew the hand he had placed on her. Again facing the deeply asleep woman’s face, his own expression remained steeped in complex contemplation. He instinctively knew. ‘If she had spoken…’ The internal turmoil he was grappling with would deepen further. Her existence was still in an unsettled state for him. Even the contradictory emotions he felt towards her were not clearly defined. A considerable amount of time passed as Kairon, lost in thought, either slept or gazed at Idel. Rising from his seat, Kairon stood up. “Your Highness…!” As he emerged from the hospital room, Gregory and the attendants, who had been waiting, immediately straightened their posture. Kairon opened his mouth toward Gregory. “The Duchess woke up briefly but fell asleep again.” “That’s truly fortunate!” “As she regains some strength, take the Duchess to the ducal residence. She can rest there for a while.” “Yes, understood.” The Elyos Ducal Residence, housing the sanatorium, was not far from Maris. Gregory also thought it would be more appropriate to recover the Duchess’s health in a nearby ducal residence than returning to the capital’s ducal mansion, which would take a day by train. However… “Your Highness, what about…?” Gregory, under the Duke’s orders, questioned with a puzzled expression. It was due to the discomfort he felt from Kairon’s tone. Somehow, Kairon’s words felt like he wasn’t going to the ducal residence with the Duchess. “I am not accompanying her.” “What? Why…?” “Because I have somewhere to go.” “Where are you going… Your Highness…!” After finishing his words, Kairon immediately turned his back and walked out of the hospital. Gregory, who had received orders to accompany the Duchess, couldn’t leave his position, so he watched Kairon’s retreating figure with a puzzled expression. Even in the desperate voice calling him, Kairon’s steps showed no sign of hesitation. His footsteps, like the resolute gleam in his eyes, overwhelmed by the complex sentiments, did not waver.
Looking again at the face of the woman asleep in the deep slumber, his own face still bore a complex conflict of emotions. He instinctively knew. ‘If she had spoken…’ The inner turmoil he was grappling with would deepen further. Her existence was still in an unsettled state for him. Even the contradictory emotions he felt towards her were not clearly defined.
While contemplating, either gazing at Idel or lost in thought, a considerable amount of time passed. Kairon, deeply absorbed in his musings, stood up from his seat.
“Gregory…!”
As he emerged from the hospital room, Gregory and the attendants waiting immediately straightened their postures. Kairon opened his mouth toward Gregory.
“The Duchess briefly woke up but fell asleep again.”
“That’s truly fortunate!”
“As she regains some strength, take the Duchess to the Elyos Ducal Residence. She can rest there for a while.”
“Yes, understood.”
The Elyos Ducal Residence, housing the sanatorium, was not far from Maris. Gregory also thought it would be more appropriate to recover the Duchess’s health in a nearby ducal residence than returning to the capital’s ducal mansion, which would take a day by train. However…
“Your Highness, what about…?”
Gregory, under the Duke’s orders, questioned with a puzzled expression. It was due to the discomfort he felt from Kairon’s tone. Somehow, Kairon’s words felt like he wasn’t going to the ducal residence with the Duchess.
“I am not accompanying her.”
“What? Why…?”
“Because I have somewhere to go.”
“Where are you going… Your Highness…!”
After finishing his words, Kairon immediately turned his back and walked out of the hospital. Gregory, who had received orders to accompany the Duchess, couldn’t leave his position, so he watched Kairon’s retreating figure with a puzzled expression. Even in the desperate voice calling him, Kairon’s steps showed no sign of hesitation. His footsteps, like the resolute gleam in his eyes, overwhelmed by the complex sentiments, did not waver.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
