Looking at Jane, who was glaringly saying such things, Roberto subtly pushed up his lips.
“Alright. You can go now.”
Lamain said with an indifferent expression.
“Yes.”
“Jane, you can leave too.”
“Yes, madam.”
The two of them, bowing with a courteous posture, left the room.
“Mr. Roberto!”
Jane called Roberto, who was walking ahead, to stop him.
“Why?”
Stopping his steps and turning around, Roberto looked at her with an indifferent expression.
“Why on earth did you do that?”
Speaking in a hushed voice, Jane asked him reproachfully.
“What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t need to say everything so explicitly.”
Now, resentment was filled in her large pupils.
“I don’t think there’s any reason for you not to know.”
“…What?”
“I thought it might be even more uncomfortable for you from Madam’s perspective if you didn’t know. Was I wrong?”
Jane blinked her eyes quickly.
“Since you’ll meet the three of them in one place at the party anyway.”
“…”
“Imagine if you went to the party and found out later that the person you were talking to was someone who almost got engaged to your ex-husband.”
Jane squinted her eyes as if she was immersed in the situation.
“At a talkative party like that, someone might mention it to Madam.”
“…”
“Instead of hearing it that way, it’s better to tell you in advance.”
Jane pursed her lips for no apparent reason.
“And there also needs to be a suitable occasion between the two of you right now. No, it might be more necessary for Madam than the Viscount.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
A meaningful smile spread across Roberto’s lips.
“There’s nothing more effective than jealousy to realize love.”
“Jealousy?”
Roberto tilted his head.
“You suggested that Madam should be jealous of her first love or engagement, right?”
Jane started to criticize again.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Men always seem to have some misconceptions. Women don’t particularly like stories about men’s first loves. Moreover, talking about engagements… who would like that? I wouldn’t even like it.”
“Is that so?”
Roberto raised his eyebrows.
“Jane, how do you know so well?”
“How would I know so well? It’s just things I’ve seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears in life.”
“Sure about that?”
“I’m sure! If there’s ever a fight between you two, Roberto, you’re responsible.”
Jane said with a fierce look.
“In the first place, even a couple’s fight requires some affection.”
“Roberto, your words have no credibility. I’m going now.”
Jane, who seemed to no longer want to talk, bowed slightly and turned away.
As she walked along the long corridor, a few steps away.
“Jane.”
At Roberto’s call, she stopped and turned around.
“Yes. What do you want to say?”
Looking at Jane, who straightened her delicate body and met his gaze.
“I don’t have a first love.”
With a casual remark, Roberto turned and walked away smoothly.
“…What on earth are you saying?”
Listening to the muttering from behind, Roberto sighed, mixed with laughter.
After Roberto and Jane left the room.
“First love?”
Muttered quietly, Lamain sank into the bed.
“Engagement?”
Muttering again, she clenched her fist in front of her chest.
Everyone can have a first love, so she’ll pass on that.
“Rejected three times for engagement. And they remain friends?”
That part didn’t make sense in common sense.
And the Cedric she knew wouldn’t willingly maintain a good relationship if such a thing happened.
“Are both of their personalities good? Or are they just indifferent?”
Suddenly, she felt unpleasant.
“Or do I not know my husband well enough?”
It’s also hard to exclude that possibility.
Lamain, who had been staring at the floor as if piercing through it with narrowed eyes, slowly raised her eyebrows.
“But why am I reacting so sensitively?”
It felt like just yesterday when she was cheering for her husband’s happy remarried life.
However, the buzzing within herself about the long-gone engagement story strangely felt unsettling.
“Well, whatever. It’s already in the past, and there’s nothing to worry about.”
She forced a light tone as she shook her upper body onto the bed.
Then, she closed her eyes.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
She concentrated on the unusually loud ticking sound of the clock.
Passing the time as if in contemplation.
“……”
She slowly opened her eyes.
Lamain, who had been staring at the ceiling with eyes devoid of focus, contorted her expression as if about to cry.
“Oh. This is bad.”
Uttering sounds of distress, she covered her face with both palms.
“It’s ruined.”
No matter how much she pretended not to know.
She couldn’t help but feel concerned, not knowing what to do.
“…I think I’m jealous.”
She could clearly identify this emotion.
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
I’ve dug my own grave.
A belated sigh filled with regret flowed out heavily.
Roberto’s prediction was accurate.
That night.
Cedric returned to the mansion later than usual.
After briefly stopping by his room, he headed straight to Lamain’s room without changing his clothes.
Knock, knock.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
