Rosé, whose tears had dried up due to embarrassment, awkwardly called Eric’s name. The duke looked at Rosé, who was blinking her eyes, with a strange look.
“…You seem a bit strange today. I’ll see you later. You better rest before dinner.”
“But, what about the library…!”
“Didn’t you hear? Don’t think about coming in.”
Bang.
Eric pushed Rosé out of the door, then closed it forcefully.
Left alone in the corridor, Rosé sighed deeply and muttered to herself.
“What about Archduke Artem…”
Rosé was wrapped in worry, fearing that she might not be able to do anything in the face of his imminent death.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Before they knew it, it was evening. Rosé and Eric were dining, facing each other across a long dining table.
Eric was annoyed at Rosé, who was picking at her food. She was a woman who normally ate well, but suddenly she was not eating properly because she was down.
Eric quietly put his fork down. And he spoke to Rosé irritably.
“What’s the matter?”
“Huh?”
Rosé, who had been thinking about Archduke Artem, blinked at Eric, who suddenly sent an annoyed glance at her.
“Why are you picking at your food?”
“I just don’t have an appetite.”
Rosé didn’t find the Duke, who suddenly spoke to her, pleasant. Just eat as usual and leave.
‘It’s strange how food tastes good when someone innocent is about to die because of you…..’
Rosé, who didn’t want to mingle with the Duke much, bowed her head and started eating her food quickly.
The back of Rosé’s hand, which was swollen red, caught the Duke’s eye. It was the hand that he had hit earlier. It seemed to be quite swollen than he thought.
Seeing her hand all of a sudden, Eric felt sorry. But instead of apologizing outright, he made a roundabout suggestion.
“Let’s go on a trip together in a week.”
At the sound of Eric’s voice, Rosé doubted her ears.
‘Did he… just say that to me?’
Rosé stared at Eric with an incomprehensible expression.
“With me?”
“Yes. The place where you went on your honeymoon. You said you wanted to go again.”
‘So… why with me? Go with your mistress.’
Rosé blinked at Eric and said.
“I don’t think I can. I have another schedule.”
“Schedule?”
Eric frowned at Rosé, who had rejected his proposal.
He thought that if he suggested a trip, her depressed mood would be resolved in an instant.
“What schedule? You don’t mean to tell me you don’t know what day it is, do you?”
At Eric’s words, Rosé was taken aback. Was there some important event on that day, she wondered.
“What day is it?”
“…..”
At Rosé’s unexpected words, Eric lost his words and stared at her. That day was Eric’s birthday.
She used to make a fuss about celebrating his birthday every year, so why was she pretending not to know now? Eric couldn’t figure out her intention and his mind was confused.
Rosé, who saw Eric say nothing, continued her words quietly.
“I was invited by Archduke Artem. He’s having a party in ten days.”
“Archduke Artem invited you?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve never met Archduke Artem, have you? How do you know him?”
“I met him at the auction house when I went to buy your gift.”
So she went to buy a birthday present while claiming not to know what day it was. Eric finally realized Rosé’s intention at her words that didn’t match up.
‘Is she trying to get my attention by pretending not to care?’
Women like Rosé weren’t rare. They clung to him, begging for love, but then one day, their contact would suddenly diminish.
Eric thought they had broken up, but the women said otherwise. They had hoped that Eric would hold them back, whisper words of love to them.
Eric assumed that Rosé, standing before him now, was no different from those women.
‘How bothersome.’
He despised the kind of love that required constant pacifying.
Eric decided to pretend not to know about Rosé’s tactics. After all, even without his cajoling, Rosé was a woman who would stick to him.
‘But inviting the Duke of Artem…’
Inviting the woman who had driven him out of the family.
‘What is he thinking?’
Eric couldn’t decipher the Duke of Artem’s intentions. But he didn’t think too seriously about it.
Regardless of what the Duke was thinking, he would be executed soon anyway.
“Alright. We’ll postpone our trip then. I too want to attend the Duke of Artem’s banquet.”
A party that would gloriously mark the end of the Duke.
‘I hadn’t planned on going together.’
Rosé, unable to hide her nervous expression, glared at Eric in displeasure.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]At that time, when the sun had not yet set in the early evening, the voices of a man and a woman could be heard from a bed in a room.
“Desiring me while you spend every night with the Earl.”
The man with the red hair, unlike the Earl with the black hair, looked down at Doana, licking his lips.
The redhaired man looked down at Doana, who was blushing at him, with satisfaction.
When Doana said she had become somewhat involved with the Earl, he had spent a lot of time drinking to soothe his aching heart.
She, who wouldn’t give in no matter how many times he tried, was suddenly this aggressive. He brushed Doana’s face as if he couldn’t believe the moment.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Even after her reincarnation, she continued to meet various men, unable to break her habit, and enjoyed her debauched lifestyle.
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
