“Don’t you regret it?”
“What do you mean?”
She put down her glass on the table and took a deep breath.
“I mean our marriage. It was a marriage you didn’t want. Don’t you regret it?”
He silently observed Lamein for a moment at this topic that had never been broached before.
She was drunk right now.
Thinking he should respond vaguely, Cedric slowly opened his mouth.
“What would change if I said I regretted?”
“Nothing would change since we’re already married. But you can still talk about your feelings, right?”
“Why should I talk about that?”
Her eyelids, thick with long eyelashes, slowly crinkled.
“It’s not like you’re going to die if you speak. Why won’t you talk when I’m willing to listen?”
“…Yes?”
“If you regret, say you regret. If you’re upset, say you’re upset. Seriously, it’s so annoying. Is it going to kill you to say those things?”
“I suppose not.”
Lamein, her eyes full of drunkenness, looked at him disapprovingly.
“Then, Lamein, do you feel that way about our marriage?”
Without much hope, Cedric threw back a question.
“…Yes?”
“I’m asking if you regret and are upset and seriously annoyed.”
She blinked her eyes slowly and pushed her red lips up slowly.
‘Why is she smiling like that?’
Cedric’s eyes twitched as he watched her gently.
Lamein suddenly straightened her body, which had been slumped against the back of the chair.
She, looking somewhat precarious, suddenly leaned her upper body towards the table.
“La, Lamein!”
Cedric mistakenly thought she was about to fall onto the table and was about to reach out when she spoke.
“Yes. Honey. What is it?”
She propped her arms on the table, made a hand cushion, and placed her face on it.
“Why did you call me? Honey.”
She, holding her cheeks with both hands, swayed her head from side to side and smiled.
…What’s this scheme now?
Why? Why? Why? As if asking, she shook her head from side to side.
At the sound of his wife’s sniffling, which he had never heard before, and her incomprehensible behavior, he was flustered.
“Ah! Right! You asked if I regretted!”
She brought up the question from a moment ago with a twisted voice.
“Ugh.”
She sighed after several slow blinks over her outoffocus eyes.
“Honestly, I don’t know whether Lamein regrets or not. How would I know that?”
Ugh. She finished talking and sighed again.
His wife was talking about herself as if it were someone else’s story.
‘I need to get her to bed soon.’
Just as he was harboring that one thought.
“I don’t know about that, I just regret one thing.”
The ends of her long gaze slowly fell down.
“No, not regret, I resent it. I had little money. Just a bit. It would have been nice to have just a little bit.”
“….”
“If I had, I wouldn’t have had to leave…. Even if it was hard, I would have stayed there.”
She remembered the moment she had left the countryside, lying about another good doctor coming.
People who were generous enough to give her sesame oil potatoes and even pocket money when she was leaving.
“Come to think of it. That was what made me sad. I couldn’t keep my promise.”
“….”
“I had a hard time making a living, so I couldn’t keep my promise…….”
Cedric was about to ask what she was talking about but decided to wait and watch for a moment.
“I didn’t like sending them away without being able to do anything when they were sick……. That’s why I tried so hard…….”
She remembered gripping her grandfather’s hand, who was in pain without being able to go to a proper hospital, and promising him.
She promised to become a doctor, and to help people like her grandfather.
She became a doctor, but she couldn’t keep the rest of the promise, and even she had left the world.
Ugh. She sighed loudly again.
“Lamein, what on earth are you talking about?”
Cedric, who couldn’t just watch, voiced his confusion after a long time.
Her eyes, now teary as if about to cry, met his slowly.
“I’ve said it. You wouldn’t know even if you died and came back to life.”
Cedric gently twisted his long eyes.
‘Why does she keep saying that I don’t know?’
Recalling the previous conversation with her.
“Fine. I won’t talk.”
Suddenly, the lady laid down on the table.
He quietly observed the back of her head, which had suddenly become quiet as if a mouse had died after a lively chatter.
“…….”
She seemed to be asleep.
‘I guess I have to leave her alone for a while.’
It seemed pointless to wake her up now, as she might just spew more incomprehensible words.
In the quiet room.
Cedric was sipping wine and pondering her words from a while ago.
‘It would have been nice if I had a little bit of money, not a lot.’
His deep blue eyes turned towards the intoxicated lady.
‘A noble lady without money? Why?’
It was a bit strange when she demanded one million Seris.
Duke Heter Calypse owns more wealth than his own father.
It didn’t seem like simple greed, as Sylvia had said.
That’s when he was lost in thought with a serious expression.
Thud.
Her arm, precariously draped over the table, dropped down.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
