Marco’s mother had greatly improved since then, but Roberto did not know exactly what actions she had taken.
Lamein had earnestly entreated Marco never to tell anyone about it.
But the grateful feeling was too great to keep to himself, so he told a few of the surrounding servants, and this anecdote soon reached Roberto’s ears through the servants and maids.
“Cain. Why did you suddenly jump from 156 to 180? Do you think I won’t know if you try to finish it quickly?”
“No! I was confused!”
“Count again from 100.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you want to count from 1 again? Start quickly!”
Now she, sitting perfectly on the ground and pressing down on the servant’s head.
Looking at her, who shows no hesitation in treating the servant, Cedric laughed without a sound.
The more he looked, the more intriguing the woman was.
It’s uncertain and anxious where she might jump, but it doesn’t exactly annoy or dislike him.
Cedric, who had taken his eyes off Lamein, began to inspect the carriage wheel.
“It won’t be long now. Hang on a little longer.”
Lamein, while holding the handkerchief to the wound, quietly took in the sound of Cain counting.
‘I wish I could stitch it up, but is there such medical skill here?’
It’s frustrating not to know the level of medical knowledge in this world.
‘Do they just die if they’re seriously injured?’
Regarded as an inevitable thing, it is still regrettable.
‘Then it’s too pitiful.’
At the moment when a sudden thought made her feel depressed,
“Ah! What’s this!!”
Startled, Lamein quickly pulled her hand away from the wound.
“Madam! Why are you doing that!”
Cain, who had stopped counting, opened his eyes wide.
“Uh……. Ah. That’s……. ”
She looked intently at her hand that she had dropped onto her dress, bowing her head.
‘I’m sure something from my hand just…….’
There was a sensation as if electricity was spreading and a feeling of flames within her palm.
Lamein slowly clenched and unclenched the hand holding the handkerchief.
The strange sensation she felt earlier had disappeared, but her fingertips felt cold.
“Lamein. What’s the matter?”
Cedric, who had been circling the carriage, came over upon hearing her surprised voice.
“Ah. It’s nothing.”
“Madam. Are you alright?”
Lamein, who had bowed her head, looked at Cain’s wound.
“It looks like the bleeding has stopped now. You can stop.”
“Yes, Madam. Thank you.”
As Lamein seemed about to stand,
“Take my hand to get up.”
Cedric extended his hand.
“Thank you.”
Reaching for the large hand in front of her, Lamein suddenly flinched, pausing her hand in midair.
The cold sensation that started in her hand seems to flow through her body.
“Lamein. Why are you doing that?”
“Ah……. I sat too long, so my legs are numb.”
Although her legs weren’t numb, she grabbed her husband’s hand and stood up with a flimsy excuse.
“Cain. We should abandon the carriage and ride the horses to the mansion.”
“Yes. It seems we should.”
“Can you ride?”
Cedric asked, looking at Cain’s injured head.
“Thanks to the lady, the bleeding has stopped. You don’t have to worry.”
“Alright. I’ll ride the horse with Lamein, so follow me. Lamein. Let’s go.”
Lamein, who had still been focused on the strange sensation in her body, suddenly lifted her head.
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
“Let’s ride back to the mansion.”
What? A horse?
Lamein looked at the horse standing in front of the carriage with wideopen eyes.
“It’s getting late. Let’s go.”
“Oh. Yes.”
As she approached the elegantlooking horse, which she would dine with Cedric at a breakfast buffet every morning.
Neigh.
Come on. Is this your first time?
The horses seemed to say, shaking their shiny coats.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
Cedric controlled the horses with skilled movements.
“Lamein. I will help you, so get on first.”
“Can’t we walk?”
Lamein, who had taken her eyes off the saddle at eye level, cried out desperately.
“Walk…you say?”
“Yes!”
Cedric slowly scanned her from head to toe.
With a look that seemed to say, ‘In that shape, at this time of night?’
“It seems too much to walk at this hour, doesn’t it?”
“Oh. Right?”
Lamein quickly agreed with Cedric’s words, looking at the tall horse’s back.
The lady stared at the horse with her whites showing.
“Are you afraid of riding a horse?”
Cedric asked, as if he couldn’t believe it.
Lamein slowly nodded her head.
Cedric looked her over again from head to toe.
The lady in a bloodsoaked dress has eyes full of fear.
…You’re scarier now.
Who would even think of meeting you on the road?
Cedric let out a brief, silent laugh.
A woman who’s scared of horses but not blood.
‘Well, it can happen.’
Cedric, with a soft smile on his lips, approached Lamein.
“I’ll hold you safely. Don’t worry and get on.”
Somehow, his gentle whisper reassured her.
“I understand. You must hold me tight!!”
Still, she approached hesitantly, not completely shaking off her anxiety.
Neigh. Neigh!
She got onto the saddle with Cedric’s help, very tense at the horse’s neighing.
“It’s too high!”
Muttering in anxiety, her husband swiftly got on the horse.
Hunching her shoulders, a large body pressed tightly against her back.
Cedric, holding her in his arms and reaching out, tightly grasped the reins.
“We’re departing. Hiyah!”
At Cedric’s resounding cry,
“Oh, oh, oh! Mom!”
Lamein, with her eyes tightly closed, burrowed further into her husband’s chest.
Cedric’s gaze briefly touched and then moved away from her.
For a long time, as they rode, he looked at Lamein’s silent head pressed tightly against him.
“Lamein, are you alright?”
No answer.
“Lamein?”
Cedric slowly reduced the horse’s speed.
At that moment, Cain, riding beside them, looked at Lamein in Cedric’s arms and said,
“It seems the lady has fallen asleep.”
“What? Asleep?”
Cedric laughed at Cain’s words.
She was so scared of the horse, and now she’s fast asleep, oblivious to the world.
Looking closer, her slightly drooping head keeps falling and rising.
Cedric carefully grasped her cheek with one hand.
And moved her head comfortably between his chest and shoulder.
“Um.”
At that moment, he gently pulled her waist, as if stabilizing her squirming body.
Her small body found a steady place in his arms, and her gentle breathing flowed out.
The more he looks at her, the more fascinating she seems.
A faint smile spread across Cedric’s lips, watching her closely.
“Cain. Let’s run at this speed.”
“Yes. I understand.”
It would have taken less than 30 minutes to reach their destination at a fast pace.
But because of her sleeping, they took more than an hour, going slow.
The brightly lit mansion began to appear in the distance.
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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