He was a man of cold disposition. Unlike Eric, who always combed his hair back, his blond hair, cascading below his eyebrows, swayed gently.
“A seat? When were there ever seats at an auction?”
At the same time the man finished speaking, a chilly atmosphere swept through the auction house. Could it just be Rosé’s imagination that everything around her suddenly became quiet?
Rosé swallowed her dry saliva and looked up at the man. His feral, blue eyes were looking at her coolly.
‘…He seems rather intimidating.’
As soon as her gaze met his, Rosé quickly avoided eye contact. But she couldn’t just stand by. That seat was certainly meant to be hers.
Rosé fumbled with her number plate. Then, as if having made a firm resolution, she tightly gripped the number plate.
“It says number 38 here.”
She casually showed her number plate to the man. She stated this without a shadow of a doubt that this number signified her seat.
As Rosé refused to back down, the man’s expression turned even colder.
“Madam! Just a moment!”
Then, Serun, who had been watching the man, stepped forward to block Rosé. He anxiously tugged on Rosé’s arm, and then whispered hurriedly.
“Madam, this is not a ticket, but a bidding number. You raise the number and state the amount when you see an item you want to buy.”
“A bidding number?”
At the rapidfire words of Serun, Rosé’s face was filled with surprise. She did her best to ignore the piercing gaze of the man staring at her, and whispered to Serun.
“Then, where should I sit?”
“You can sit anywhere you like.”
Beads of cold sweat formed on Rosé’s back.
‘So… I told someone who was sitting perfectly fine to vacate?’
Rosé managed to lift the corners of her stiff mouth and blinked her eyes awkwardly. Was the intimidating man still watching her?
She glanced around with her large eyes. The man was still staring intently at her.
‘At this rate, I might even get into trouble.’
Serun didn’t relax his guard and stared at the man. His gaze towards Rosé was quite threatening. His occasionally flickering eyes between his hair strands made it apparent that the rumors of him being a madman from the North were not exaggerated.
Serun bowed 90 degrees towards the man and apologized. All he could think of was wanting to leave this place with Rosé as quickly as possible.
“I apologize for the rudeness, Duke Artyom.”
Upon hearing the name ‘Duke Artyom’ from Serun’s mouth, Rosé’s already large eyes widened like a rabbit’s.
‘Duke Artyom…!’
The relentless psychopath and murderer that her home tutor strictly warned her to never get involved with.
Such a man was sitting right in front of Rosé now. The auction house was as silent as a graveyard. Everyone was sneaking glances at Rosé and the Duke, holding their breaths.
They were all curious. Who would dare to provoke Duke Artyom, and what terrible thing would Duke Artyom do to them?
Duke Artyom stood up nonchalantly from his seat. He then stretched out his pale, bloodless hand. Towards Serun, who was bowing his head towards him.
The moment he reached out to Serun, Rosé’s mind went blank.
‘What is he going to do to Serun?!’
If the still young Serun were to endure a horrible experience because of her, Rosé wouldn’t be able to sleep due to guilt.
While Rosé was lost in her dreadful imagination, just as the Duke’s hand was about to touch Serun, she barely managed to grab the hem of his clothes.
“……”
At Rosé’s touch, Duke Artyom stopped in his tracks, furrowed his brows, and looked back.
Rosé took a step forward, blocked Serun, and shielded him as if protecting him.
The Duke’s gaze moved from Serun to Rosé. Already tense, Rosé started to shiver as her eyes met with the Duke’s.
“I apologize for the rudeness. I’m sorry.”
Rosé’s voice, trying to answer without avoiding the Duke’s eyes, trembled. She straightened her back and tried to look dignified, but everyone there could feel it.
They could sense that Rosé was standing up to him despite her fear.
“……”
The eyes of Duke Artyom, staring at Rosé, mysteriously sparkled. What could he be thinking?
Rosé, who had been scrutinizing the Duke’s expression, let out a sigh of relief at the faint smirk on his lips.
‘It doesn’t look like he’s upset. Since I apologized, I can leave the seat now, right?’
Considering the provided guidelines, the translation would be as follows:
Thinking thus, she quickly tried to dodge the situation.
Turning around, Rosé realized. People were already tightly packed behind her. There seemed to be no room for her to squeeze through.
‘Ah, should I go forward?’
Contrary to the dense crowd behind, it was oddly empty ahead. Rosé tried to move forward with a tottering step. However, a voice from behind made her stop in her tracks.
“Sit?”
It was the voice of Duke Arteum. A shudder ran down her spine, making it feel cold.
Surely, he’s not addressing me, she thought as she tried to take another step.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you to sit?”
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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