“Lamein. We’re almost there.”
Cedric said in a quiet voice, waking her up.
But she didn’t move at all.
“Lamein. We’ve arrived, so please wake up.”
He said a little louder this time.
“Huh? Huh? What did you say?”
She suddenly lifted her head, which had been resting on his arm and shoulder. And then.
Shh. She covered her mouth with her hand.
“Did you sleep well?”
“No? No, I didn’t sleep at all?”
Lamein lied, her mouth moistened with saliva.
‘Wow. I totally passed out.’
She forced her eyes wide open, looking around with blurry eyes.
“We’re here now.”
Looking at the magnificent mansion bathed in bright light, Lamein said.
“Yes. Then we’ll go a bit faster now.”
“Huh? Kyaaah!”
Lamein once again nestled into her husband’s arms, facing the sudden gust of wind.
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“Madam! What is going on!!”
Arriving at the mansion, Roberto came running with astonished eyes.
His eyes, touching her fatiguestained dress, flickered violently.
“It’s okay. I’m not the one who’s hurt.”
“Huh?”
Lamein said, looking at the bewildered Roberto.
“Roberto. Contact Arend and tell him to come in right away. Cain is injured.”
Arend was the doctor assigned to Cedric, who had come when Lamein had fainted from drinking last time.
Only then did Roberto look at Cain, who was getting off the horse, his body covered in blood.
“Master. I’m fine.”
Cain was flustered at his master’s command to call the doctor for him.
“Cain. If I don’t call the doctor, my wife probably won’t leave me alone.”
Lamein, who had already been worried about Cain, raised her eyebrows.
“Isn’t that right? My lady?”
Cedric’s eyes met hers, and he slightly tilted his head, making a face as if he knew everything.
Then he quickly shifted his gaze to Roberto.
“When Arend comes, please lead him to Cain’s room.”
Lamein, who had been staring at Cedric blankly, smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth.
Gratitude washed over her for having anticipated what she was thinking.
The combination of worrying about her in the carriage and calling the doctor ahead of time so she wouldn’t have to worry now.
‘Even if he divorces, if he marries a good woman, he’ll be a good husband.’
She concluded that her husband was a man who could live a sufficiently happy life if he remarried.
Lamein wore a satisfied expression, seeing her husband’s promising future.
“Yes. I understand. It’s best to go inside now.”
Roberto seemed worried about Lamein’s condition and hurried them along.
As they entered the mansion, Jane came running with a serious expression.
“Madam! What on earth!”
“Jane. No. I’m not hurt.”
She had to stop this child from making a fuss.
“Huh?”
Lamein, who knew Jane perfectly, met her tearful eyes directly.
“This isn’t my blood.”
“Then what on earth happened? I should have gone with you.”
Jane looked at Cedric with tearful eyes.
Lamein chuckled inwardly at the sight.
Although Jane didn’t show it, interpreting her look, it was as if she was questioning what he was doing while he was there.
“It’s okay, Jane. I told you not to follow.”
Lamein had told Jane, who wanted to go with them, to wait at the mansion to give her a rest.
“But I want to wash now. I’m so tired.”
“Yes, madam. I’ll prepare the bathwater right away!”
Jane did as she was told; Lamein’s body felt sticky, and she was so tired that she could fall asleep at the touch of her head.
She was about to start moving, having stopped because of Jane.
“Oh my! What on earth is going on!”
Lamein furrowed her brows at the sound of Elina’s voice echoing through the mansion hall.
Can’t I just go and rest?
Swallowing the words rising in her throat, she looked at Elina rushing toward them.
“Cedric. What on earth… are you okay?”
Elina approached Cedric, her eyes filled with concern.
The blood was on me, so why ask him if he’s okay?
Lamein’s eyes flickered, and she sighed quickly.
“Cedric. I’ll go up first. Elina, then talk to Cedric.”
“Okay, Elina. Talk to Cedric.”
I didn’t want to hear that nagging voice for even a second, so I quickly turned my body at that moment.
“Cedric. Lately, whenever I’m around Lamein, bad things seem to happen.”
…What?
A word that hit my feelings like a bludgeon came to my ears.
Lamein, who had been standing with her back to the two, slowly turned her body.
“Like when I fell into the water last time, and when Lordel collapsed a while ago…”
Elina began to recount one story after another.
“Today, Princess Haribo collapsed during the party! And what else happened? What on earth is this blood?”
How could she have known that Lucia had collapsed?
In a world without cell phones, rumors are indeed fast.
Honestly, I didn’t know what had happened when I fell into the water, as it was before my possession.
But Elina’s reasoning about the rest of the incidents was simply farfetched.
“Elina. I think you’re misunderstanding something. It’s not like that.”
Cedric looked straight at Elina and spoke.
Lamein, who was watching, snorted in derision.
‘Talking like a 7yearold and then comforting like a 7yearold?’
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
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