Thanks to that, Rosé had to receive private tutoring in the reception room, not the library. And she lost even the chance to glimpse the document in question.
The protagonists in possession novels solve things impressively…
“Haa…”
The wall of reality was higher than she thought. When Rosé sighed, resting her chin,
“You’re sighing like the world is ending.”
“Oh, when did you get here?”
Eric appeared. He stood at an angle in front of Rosé’s door and looked at her. Then, without a word, he held out his hand to Rosé.
Rosé tilted her head at Eric, who suddenly extended his hand.
‘Is he going to escort me today?’
They hadn’t even walked together before, let alone being escorted. While keeping her guard up at Eric’s unusually kind attitude, she cautiously extended her hand.
Rosé’s hand gently rested on Eric’s. Eric frowned fiercely and brushed off Rosé’s hand.
“Not your hand. Give it.”
“…What?”
Rosé looked at Eric with guarded eyes, without even a moment to calm her surprised heart.
“My gift.”
“A gift?”
“Yes. You know about my birthday gift.”
Eric pointed at the elegantly wrapped box on Rosé’s desk.
‘That.’
Rosé stared intensely at the gift she had prepared. He misunderstood seeing that. She hadn’t even prepared a birthday gift.
“Eric. I’m sorry, but I didn’t prepare your gift.”
“No gift prepared?”
Usually, she would buy luxury goods to the point of breaking her back and dedicate them to him. But this time she didn’t buy anything?
Besides, the gift box is so visibly on top there?
Eric found Rosé, who was insistent on playing hard to get, amusing.
“Then what’s that.”
He pointed again at the gift box that was proudly wrapped.
“That’s a gift for Archduke Arteum.”
“…A gift for Archduke Arteum?”
Eric’s expression slowly hardened. He raised his eyebrows, emitting a cold aura.
“Ridiculous. On your husband’s birthday, you came emptyhanded without a word of congratulations. Yet you’re presenting a gift to Archduke Arteum.”
“You know he invited me to the party.”
“You’re giving a gift because he invited you to a party once?”
Eric came up to Rosé with his eyes wide open and rudely grabbed her hand. Her left wrist that was caught by Eric stung.
“It hurts. Let go!”
“A gift for Archduke Arteum. Even if it makes the name of the Viscount Wentz ridiculous.”
Eric pushed Rosé against the wall. He glanced at her with a displeased expression, pinning her so she couldn’t move.
“After all, you wouldn’t know about politics or anything like that. So you’re doing this kind of nonsense.”
He scoffed at Rosé with a mocking tone. He didn’t like that she was presenting a gift to the Duke.
Rosé felt a surge of emotion at the words of the viscount who was ridiculing her.
‘Even so, how could he say such things to Rosé?’
Rosé was Eric’s wife and she knew that her heart was directed at him…
She felt sorry for the female lead, Rosé. That she had struggled so much to be loved by Eric, even after being treated like this.
Angry Rosé kicked Eric’s shin with all her might. He was quite surprised and staggered back, releasing Rosé.
“You know too, right? My place in the social world. Everyone treats me as if I’m invisible. But the Archduke invited me. Can’t I bring a gift as a token of my gratitude?”
Rosé glared at Eric while holding her left wrist. He really had a bad habit with his hands. It hurt so much that every time she twitched her fingers, her wrist ached.
Perhaps he couldn’t believe that Rosé kicked him, he was looking at Rosé with a baffled expression.
Rosé didn’t care about Eric’s gaze and took the gift box from the desk. Then, without looking back, she left her room.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]“It would have been better if he had said he wasn’t going.”
The carriage heading towards the Duke of Artyom’s mansion was extremely quiet. Not a word was spoken, and not once did their eyes meet.
She had hoped that he would not attend the Duke of Artyom’s banquet, but contrary to her expectations, Eric had gotten into the carriage before Rose.
“…….”
From time to time, Eric looked at Rose, but Rose didn’t pay him any attention at all.
The carriage filled with a cold tension gradually came to a stop. They had finally arrived at the Duke of Artyom’s mansion.
Eric opened the carriage door and got out first. It was customary to escort a lady in a dress, but there was no such consideration from Eric.
Far from escorting her, he was strutting off on his own.
“I didn’t expect anything from this bastard of a count.”
Rose muttered to herself, saying she wouldn’t grab his hand even if he asked, and carefully stepped forward.
Perhaps she was too excited about attending a banquet for the first time and dressed too extravagantly, she ended up stepping on her own hem.
“Oh, oh!”
In an instant, Rose’s body tilted forward.
To stumble over her own dress as soon as she arrived!
Pain was one thing, but if she became covered in dirt, she might not be able to enjoy the banquet and would have to return home immediately.
“I’m falling!”
The height of the carriage was quite high. Her body began to fall at a fast pace. Seeing the approaching ground, Rose shut her eyes tightly.
Thud.
Then, someone caught the falling Rose and picked her up.
Rose, surprised by her sudden ascent, opened her eyes wide.
“Oh, oh.”
The relief of not falling was shortlived as she quickly realized that she was hanging from the shoulder of an unknown man.
The man who had lifted Rose onto his shoulder carefully set her down on the ground. Raising her head to thank him, Rose was startled by the person standing in front of her.
“Oh, Duke Artyom?”
“It’s been a while, Countess Wens.”
She had thought a knight or the coachman would have helped her….
In front of her was Duke Artyom, gazing at her with his frosty blue eyes.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
