Rosé bid the butler farewell.
No longer did the departing figure of the mansion seem so pitiful.
The butler, with a faint smile, saluted Rosé.
“Take care of yourself, Madam.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep in touch.”
At Rosé’s words, Gwen nodded and climbed into the carriage. The wheels of the carriage rolled away with a lively sound.
Before she knew it, Rosé looked up at the sky, where the rain had ceased. The sky was still cloudy, but it would soon clear up.
Rosé shook off the moisture on her umbrella, and with a ‘thud’, she closed it.
She stood there until Gwen’s carriage was out of sight.
“Ah, Ah Ahchoo!”
She looked down at her thoroughly soaked dress. Perhaps because she had been rained on too much, a damp chill was creeping up on her.
“It feels a bit cold.”
It was laughable to feel cold in midsummer, but it wasn’t strange since she had been caught in a storm.
Rosé hugged herself and made her way back to the mansion.
From the second floor, someone was watching Rosé.
The man who had driven out the butler, Eric, wore an extremely displeased expression.
“Just to say goodbye to a butler, she makes such a fuss.”
He scowled involuntarily at the sight of the drenched Rosé. What an indecorous thing to do.
“She seems to be playing the good one all by herself.”
Doana giggled as she approached Eric.
“Looking like a soaked rat.”
She sneered at the sight of Rosé, drenched and pitiful, a smirk playing on her lips.
She had thought that Rosé was trying to bring the butler into the house against Eric’s wishes, but all Rosé had done was a mere ‘handshake’.
A sense of relief mingled with the comical sight of Rosé, incapable of doing anything.
‘Yeah, what can you do?’
Now that the butler had been driven out, there was nothing for Doana to be afraid of. She sneaked a glance at Eric’s face.
Looking at his heavily furrowed brow, it seemed that Rosé’s actions were quite annoying to him.
‘Should I provoke him now?’
Doana was frustrated with Eric, who only spoke of divorce but did not take decisive action.
‘A man should put his decisions into action immediately. What is he dillydallying about?’
She was already pregnant with Eric’s child. There was a sense of unease that strangely wouldn’t go away, even though part of her felt relieved.
Was it because of Rosé, who was unpredictable, or because of Eric, who was inscrutable?
‘I must make him mine for certain.’
She leaned subtly against Eric, who was standing nonchalantly. Then, as if to seduce him, she traced a line down his body.
Her tantalizing touch brought Eric’s gaze from the window to Doana. As their eyes met, Doana narrowed hers mysteriously and spoke.
“Hold me.”
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]“Madam.”
“You must be cold. Come here.”
As she entered the mansion, the maids with bloodshot eyes greeted her. They held warm, fluffy towels in their hands.
They couldn’t hide their mournful expressions. It seemed they felt guilty for not being able to see Gwen off.
The maids draped a large towel over Rosé’s trembling shoulders. Jane came to Rosé’s side and quietly dried her wet hair.
“You’re all wet.”
Jane and the maids all had dark shadows on their faces.
If she told them that she had decided to hire the butler in this situation, the mood would change instantly, but Rosé did not do so.
‘Sorry to the maids, but it’s not the right time to tell them.’
If it reaches Eric’s ears, won’t she face a troublesome situation?
‘Such a petty man might sabotage my plans.’
It would be better to carry on with the work quietly until the day the department store opens.
“I bid him a good farewell. It’s like a miracle that the sky cleared up just as I was shaking hands with the butler.”
Rosé tried to lift the somber atmosphere with her bright voice.
“Isn’t it amazing? It felt like the sky was wishing for the butler’s future.”
As her clear voice echoed sweetly, several of the maids lowered their heads and wiped away tears.
“The butler’s face, as he climbed into the carriage, looked very calm. All we have to do is wish for his future.”
You guys did nothing wrong.
Rosé’s words seemed to reach them in that way.
Rosé showed a bright smile to the maids who were tearfully choked up, and moved her steps towards her room.
Jane followed Rosé, scurrying after her.
“Thank you, Madam.”
Jane had not expected Rosé to face the storm for Gwen. She was very grateful for Rosé’s actions.
Gwen, who was about to leave the mansion in solitude without any sendoff, received a farewell from the master she served.
Before she knew it, Rosé had reached the door and paused, stopping in her place.
She held onto the doorknob, without opening the door, she suddenly turned to look at Jane.
With a playful face, Rosé gestured towards Jane.
Jane tilted her head at Rosé’s actions and took a step closer. Rosé brought her mouth close to Jane’s ear and whispered softly.
“I’ll take the butler with me. So don’t worry too much.”
At her whispered words, Jane’s eyes widened instantly.
“Wha, what?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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