He loved his daughter that much. That’s why when Rosé turned her back on him and left, he felt as if the sky was falling.
“Instead of this fragile one… please make me sick.”
He prayed to God again today. Asking to be hurt instead of his own daughter, Rosé.
His desperate voice echoed emptily in Rosé’s room.
He had never abandoned his treasure, Rosé, not for a single moment.
He waited for her to reach out first every moment. He had never spent a day without thinking of Rosé.
As Rosé’s father, there was never a day he did not wish for her happiness.
Behind the mumbling, praying demon, the Duke approached.
“Don’t worry too much. According to the doctor, she will regain consciousness soon.”
The Duke softly spoke, placing his hand on the slumped shoulders of the demon.
“…Thank you, Your Grace.”
The demon looked up at the Duke and spoke.
“But what on earth happened?”
He had been too busy laying down the unconscious Rosé and calling for the doctor.
He had not asked why the Duke brought Rosé, or why he was alone without any attendants.
The Duke seemed to be contemplating how to begin speaking.
‘It’s better to speak the truth.’
The image of Rosé just before she fell, smiling bitterly, saying ‘I got a divorce’. The Duke decided to speak everything he heard without hiding anything.
Just then, Liberado, who had been seeing off the doctor, came in. Liberado too, quite curious, silently looked at the Duke and listened.
“I happened to meet Rosé in the square.”
Usually, he would have said ‘wife’, but now they were divorced, so there was no need to call her ‘wife’.
“She was standing alone, and when I asked, she said she was divorced.”
“Divorced?”
At the Duke’s words, Liberado and the demon responded simultaneously.
“Is that really true?”
“Our Rosé… got a divorce?”
They looked at the Duke as if doubting their own ears. The Duke understood the reaction of the Serbiart couple completely.
When he first heard the word ‘divorce’ from Rosé’s mouth, he had the same reaction.
“She even came out barefoot without a carriage, but she seemed very dignified.”
“This rotten…!”
At the words of Duke Artem, the demon’s face contorted angrily.
To have eventually thrown out his own daughter…!
It was indeed a very good thing that his daughter had left Eric’s side, but on the other hand, he was not pleased.
He hadn’t shown any respect to Rosé until the very end.
The demon couldn’t suppress his anger as if he himself had been humiliated. His face was blushing as he clenched his fist and quivered.
The atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Not only the demon, but Liberado also couldn’t hide his rage.
Why was his daughter treated like this, what was she lacking?
His heart hurt when his daughter was taken away, but he couldn’t forgive the Wens Count’s House that treated her this way.
“…Really, there’s not even a speck of dignity to be found.”
In Liberado’s frail voice, there was a tremble. As Duke Artem was about to comfort her,
“This X… With nothing but strands of pasta in the brain. XX Even if you hang them upside down and throw them to the crows, I wouldn’t be satisfied.”
Rosé’s mother, Liberado, voiced her anger in a calm manner. Spitting out expletives in a low voice.
In her eyes that spoke terrible words, there was a murderous intent.
“…”
Duke Artem was frozen in place, seeing a side of Liberado for the first time.
‘…What did I just hear?’
In his memory, the wife of Count Serbiart was a woman with a pure image.
‘…Apparently, she was quite shocked that her daughter came back in tatters. Count Serbiart must have been more surprised than I was.’
The Duke was worried about the shock that Demon would have received from the elegant lady he had always known.
However, it didn’t take long to realize that his worry was in vain.
For Demon was nodding in agreement with Libera’s words, not surprised in the slightest.
“Even that’s too lenient for the damned Wen’s earl’s family who dared to hurl insults at my daughter.”
He supported Libera’s words as if it were very familiar to him.
As the surprised Duke blinked and looked at Libera, she only then seemed to notice the Duke and changed her expression, smiling.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I’ve shown you a rather harsh side of me. Please forget what you just saw.”
Libera, speaking in a shy manner, was as fresh as the Duke usually knew her to be.
Confused by her sudden change, the Duke was more bewildered.
‘……Could it be, is that the true face of the Countess of Serviat?’
The Duke looked at her with a flustered expression, without any response.
“Uh…… Wa, water……”
At that moment, Rosé’s cracked voice faintly echoed.
“Water! Mom will bring it right away!”
As soon as Libera heard Rosé’s voice, she ran out of the room.
Rosé, who had been lying as if dead for half a day, had regained her consciousness. She laboriously lifted her eyelids and blinked her eyes.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
