“Oh, no. I didn’t save you, I just helped a little.”
Hilis held my hand with moved eyes.
“Even taking care of a senile old woman for a moment is a rescue. You’re truly a child with a kind heart.”
Hilis’ hand was so warm it reminded me of my late grandmother.
“I just thought of my grandmother when I saw you.”
“Oh. I see. You must have loved your grandmother very much.”
“I received a lot of love from my grandmother……”
Just when I was about to tear up from the warmth I felt after a long time, Sicar showed up and ruined the mood.
“How dare you call the Duchess an elder. Normally, I would have to punish you, but since you saved our grandmother, I will forgive you especially.”
So what should I call her? I wanted to ask, but instead I bowed my head deeply.
“I am humbled by your generous mercy, Duke.”
Well, is this how I should say it?
Sicar didn’t smile, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as if he didn’t dislike my answer, and he reached out his hand to me.
“Allow me to shake your hand as a symbol of my forgiveness.”
The moment I saw his extended hand, cold sweat broke out on my back.
That hand was like the hand of the Grim Reaper. He was deliberately asking for a handshake to read my memory.
I bowed my head as if I was very nervous.
“Although it would be an immense honor for me to shake hands with the Duke, it is a grace that I cannot possibly repay.”
So, what I’m saying is, I can’t shake hands. That’s what it means.
Sicar, who had never been refused a handshake before, looked at me as if to say, “What is this?”
He wore a face that said he found it amusing and withdrew his hand, but that didn’t mean he backed off. He was going to use another method to read my memory.
There was an order to what Sicar did to see people’s memories.
When he wanted to read the memory in a hurry, as just now, he would immediately ask for a handshake.
But when he wasn’t in a hurry,
So, when he was trying to get a subordinate under him, he would say this absurd thing that he judged people by their hands and ask to see their hand.
The hands of young nobles cannot be touched so easily, so he would hold hands while asking for a dance, hold hands or arms with a polite action and read the memory.
So if any part of your body touches Sicar’s hand, your memory is read.
As expected, when the handshake didn’t work, Sicar started to use all his methods.
“I always tend to judge whether someone can be with us by looking at their hand. In order to judge what kind of person you are, show me your hand.”
‘I have nothing to lose.’
“Since my hand is rough for a woman, I am afraid and scared to show it to anyone. If I am judged unfit for this house, it is okay to expel me. If you could please spare me from showing my most embarrassing hand, I would be grateful.”
‘Not working?’
Sicar didn’t give up. This time he invited me to dance and of course I refused.
“I’m afraid that if I, of humble birth, dance with you, it may tarnish your great achievements, Your Grace.”
‘You should give up by now.’
Fortunately, it seemed like Sicar had given up for today.
After exchanging a few words with Hilis, late night came. The only thing left was to escape from this house.
As I was climbing the stairs to go to my room, I heard Sicar following me from behind.
As if a ghost was following me, I climbed the stairs briskly out of fear.
Of course, she lifted her dress up to her knees to avoid the disaster of stepping on it and clinging to his chest as she stepped up the stairs.
Sicar followed closely behind her, making her feel like her heart was about to drop.
“Is there anything you’re uncomfortable with?”
“No, I’m fine!”
“Whether it’s a shortage of wine, or if you need a bath before bed, feel free to let me know if you need anything. I’m willing to do whatever you want.”
‘He must be planning to extract my memory somehow. What a vile man.’
“Your generosity alone is more than I can ever repay, so there’s no need for you to worry any more.”
She quickly opened the door to the room, entered, and spoke with her back against the door.
“Well, I must retire now. I’m so tired, I think I must go straight to bed. Your Grace.”
“I hope you sleep well.”
Sicar left with an unpleasant smile on his face.
After confirming that Sicar had completely disappeared down the corridor, she hastily closed the door to the room.
There was no time to waste.
Opening the window and looking out, she realized that the height of this second floor was different from that of a typical building. It was the height of the third or fourth floor of a standard apartment.
It was scary, but if she didn’t escape from here now, her memory would definitely be read tomorrow, so she had no choice but to attempt escape.
She ripped all the curtains hanging on the window, tied knots at regular intervals, and created a fairly sturdy and safe curtain ladder.
Then she tied up the money she received from Sicar, slung it over her back like a bag, and everything was perfect.
‘It’s time to escape.’
She threw the curtain ladder out of the window, then tied the ladder to the sturdiest pillar in the room.
Step by step, as she carefully raised her leg to the places where the knots were tied, she felt that everything was going smoothly.
Her heart was pounding as if it would burst, but as the saying goes, ‘You can survive even in a tiger’s den if you keep your wits about you,’ so she stepped on the knots and moved on.
Looking down, fear washed over her, but the survival instinct that wanted to escape from this place, where there was such a lunatic threatening her life, gave her courage.
In this huge mansion, who would notice if she disappeared in the middle of the night?
But, as someone once said, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.
Until then, she hadn’t realized that the room directly below was Sicar’s study.
Just a few more steps down the knots, and she was about to touch the ground.
Suddenly, the room in front of her lit up, brightly illuminating her figure.
And the face that emerged in the brightly lit window was none other than Sicar.
“Are you running away right now?”
Meeting his gaze, she was frozen like a person who lost the ability to move.
Without a moment’s pause, Sicar opened the window and pulled the curtain she was hanging on.
She was helpless, relying on a single curtain, and in no time, she was drawn by Sicar and caught in his grip.
And… he quickly read her memories.
“So you knew that I can read others’ memories.”
When a person is too scared, can they do anything? She was unable to say anything.
And she was caught doing the one thing she should never have let him see. He frowned, seeming quite upset.
“And moreover, this place… you’re saying it’s from a novel?”
Would she survive?
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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