She's a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“It has been confirmed that Duke Hether Calyps had a meal with Marquis Presso before meeting Madam.”
“Marquis Presso?”
“Yes.”
Cedric slowly furrowed his brow.
The Marquis Presso Sylvia mentioned was a nosy sort of person.
He took an unpleasantly keen interest in others’ affairs and habitually spread gossip everywhere as if it were his own business.
Cedric had never particularly liked him and kept his distance.
“So that’s where you heard it.”
He should have realized it back then—when the man approached him alone at a recent social gathering and grilled him relentlessly about why Lorraine hadn’t accompanied him.
“And it’s confirmed that after leaving here, he briefly stopped by the bank before heading straight back to his own mansion.”
Cedric nodded knowingly, and Sylvia spoke again.
“While Madam was in the drawing room, Rodell went to her room.”
“Rodell? Why?”
“He left flowers as a gift and then left.”
It seemed to be a token of gratitude for what had happened in the dining room.
“They say that after returning from the drawing room, Madam took a short nap and aside from mealtimes, remained in the study without coming out.”
“The study? What was she doing there?”
Cedric’s eyes darkened.
“They say she kept reading a book, then dozing off face-down, reading again, then dozing off face-down.”
“…Huh?”
“She doesn’t seem particularly fond of reading.”
She delivered such unnecessary information with remarkable seriousness.
“That’s all. End of report.”
Cedric raised his well-groomed eyebrows slightly.
‘One million seris!’
Lorraine’s face came to mind, shouting adamantly that she absolutely wouldn’t accept anything less.
Cedric’s expression grew heavy as he thought of her.
“Sylvia.”
At his quiet call, Sylvia responded by lowering her head slightly instead of speaking.
“Why would a noble lady need money?”
Sylvia’s eyes flickered thoughtfully at his grave whisper.
“Because it’s always good to have more money.”
“…What?”
“As the saying goes, those who already have tend to want even more. Perhaps even with money, one still needs more money?”
Sylvia looked straight at the wealthy man as she spoke.
Was it really just simple greed?
“Then why would someone suddenly start acting like they desperately need money, when they showed no such signs before?”
“Probably because she didn’t need money before, but now she does.”
…Was she calling him a fool just now?
Ahem. Cedric cleared his throat and continued.
“The woman who first demanded divorce boldly asked for one million seris as alimony.”
“…One million seris?”
“What could she be thinking?”
Hmm. Sylvia, wearing a serious expression, slowly opened her mouth.
“I suspect she sees her husband as a pushover.”
“…What?”
“Otherwise, how could she be so bold? Unless her husband were a fool.”
“…”
“Just who in the world is calmly putting up with such an outrageous thing?”
Cedric’s eyes, which had momentarily narrowed, twitched.
Poor thing. Watching Sylvia wearing that expression, Cedric suddenly raised his hand into the air.
Tap. Tap.
Then he gestured for her to come closer.
With an unnecessarily agile movement, Sylvia closed the gap between them in an instant.
Tap. Tap.
Cedric moved his hand once more, and Sylvia leaned her face closer.
Cedric, who had been looking downward, brought his lips close to Sylvia’s ear.
Then he parted them briefly.
At his whispered words, Sylvia tilted her head in confusion.
When she looked at him as if asking, “What did you say?”, Cedric slowly opened his tightly closed lips.
“Me.”
“…Yes?”
“Me. That’s me.”
“I’m so sorry, my lord!”
Sylvia apologized swiftly and stepped back immediately.
Cedric, carefully composing his expression, cast a sidelong glance.
“Sylvia. What about that look of yours?”
“Oh! I’m sorry.”
Oops… How did this happen?
She must have been staring without realizing it.
Watching Sylvia hastily tense her eyelids, Cedric slowly spoke again.
“Knight training begins tomorrow.”
Sylvia blinked slowly.
Because Cedric had abruptly changed the subject, although she was curious about the truth behind the one million seris, she couldn’t ask further.
“So I’ll also be spending most of my time at the training grounds.”
Beneath the dark night sky, his blue eyes shone clearly.
The Cedric Knights’ training grounds were located just beyond the mansion wall.
“Keep constant watch even when I’m away from the mansion.”
“…”
“And if any unexpected visitors like Duke Calyps show up today, report to me immediately.”
Though they were close by, Cedric gave the order firmly, as if something still unsettled him.
“Yes, understood.”
As Sylvia nodded heavily,
“That’s all for now.”
Cedric, muffling the sound of his footsteps, vanished in an instant.
A week had passed.
“…”
A warm breeze carrying a sense of calm brushed across her face.
A table sat beneath the shade of trees in the grand garden, like a painted scene.
Sunlight, sparkling like jewels, fell lovingly upon Lorraine’s face as she sat before it.
Colorful, beautiful flowers were planted throughout the garden as if embroidered onto fabric.
Each time the wind blew, the lush green leaves hanging from the trees rustled softly with a pleasant whisper.
Lorraine rose slowly from her seat, her expression as peaceful as the scenery before her.
She began to walk gently along the shade of the trees.
A faint smile spread across her lips as she walked, the hem of her splendid and beautiful dress—something she’d never worn before, nor even imagined wearing—fluttering softly.
‘So this is how nobles live.’
Life is uncertain—you never know when it might end.
‘Let’s enjoy it. Yes, I must enjoy it. Absolutely, absolutely.’
Just as she resolved again and again in her heart to fully savor these blessings,
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp.
A clear, beautiful birdsong reached her ears from somewhere.
Her small feet, lightly stepping along the ground, stopped moving.
The delicate curve of Lorraine’s eyes slowly crumpled.
“Hmm-hmm.”
Her gaze, slowly scanning the surroundings, settled somewhere among the lush green grass sprouting freshly.
She crept closer step by step, then picked up a small stone from the ground.
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp.
The lovely birdsong came again.
Whoosh.
She threw the stone with all her might. And then,
‘Aaaaargh!!’
She silently screamed like a wild beast and let out a rough, frustrated breath.
Flap-flap-flap!
She glared at the birds, proudly displaying their vibrant colors as they soared peacefully across the sky.
“Even good sounds get old after a day or two!”
I’m dying of boredom! Dying, I tell you!!
Even in my sleep, I feel like I hear birdsong!!
“Seriously, why won’t anyone come back to this house?”
The main characters must be touring the world among themselves—they haven’t shown their faces at all.
“Is Cedric going to die after training his whole life?”
That husband of mine spends all day swinging his sword.
“What kind of romance novel is this?”
Something is terribly, terribly wrong.
The romance novels she’d read were filled with parties and banquets nearly every day, packed with thrilling incidents.
But in reality, it felt like she was playing a solo survival game on a deserted island.
The birds that had flown far away circled back in the sky and perched on the tree beside where she’d just been sitting.
She sighed quietly as she absorbed the ringing birdsong once more.
‘I’d rather go back to the chaotic chaos of the emergency room.’
For a moment, she recalled her previous life.
Then she suddenly realized she’d just had a ridiculous thought.
“I must be crazy. If I went back then, I’d want to die all over again.”
Back then, merely surviving each day had been her goal—and her torment.
Remembering how she’d barely eaten and curled up in corners for catnaps, she gave a bitter smile.
“It’s nostalgia. That’s all it is.”
Just as she exhaled a short sigh through her teeth,
“Madam!”
At Jane’s voice, Lorraine quickly turned her head.
Her drooping eyes instantly lifted upward.
In this deserted-island-like place, that girl—who at least spoke to her—suddenly seemed so welcome.
“I’ve brought your favorite milk tea and a freshly baked apple pie!”
Lorraine’s gaze fell upon the tray in Jane’s smiling hands.
A delicious-looking apple pie glistened with rich sheen.
Just as she’d expected on her first day after transmigrating, the food here was exceptionally excellent.
But now.
“Just leave it there. I’ll eat it later.”
Even the dishes she once dreamed of in her sleep, which had been so delicious at first, now left her indifferent.
Lorraine trudged back to her seat at the table.
Jane poured fragrant milk tea into the cup before her and clasped her hands demurely over her skirt as she watched.
Just as Lorraine reached for the pretty teacup adorned with rose patterns, appreciating Jane’s thoughtfulness,
Rustle.
A sound from somewhere in the garden made Jane turn her head.
“Oh! A raccoon!”
Jane pointed at the raccoon that had suddenly appeared in the garden, exclaiming in surprise.
“Really? There’s a raccoon?”
Having grown so accustomed to the dull, lethargic life in the mansion that she was beyond boredom, she muttered indifferently.
She was at the point where only a winged dragon bursting out and breathing fire across the sky might barely catch her interest.
Without even glancing, she took a sip of her milk tea.
“Madam! Look, it’s a raccoon!”
“Yes, I heard you.”
“Oh my! It’s so adorable.”
Adorable or not, a raccoon is still just a raccoon.
Just as she raised one eyebrow and brought the teacup back to her lips,
“It’s quite plump, isn’t it?”
At Jane’s comment, Lorraine slowly lifted her eyelids and turned her head.
“Madam, don’t you agree?”
Jane asked, seeking validation as Lorraine looked toward the raccoon.
Indeed, there was one very plump raccoon.
A plump raccoon.
‘I really want to catch one…’
Recalling a nostalgic taste she’d never experience again in this lifetime, she turned her head back.
Then slowly took another sip of milk tea.
‘Guess it really is nostalgia.’
Sighing faintly through her teeth, she gazed up at the sky with hazy eyes.
“Oh! Right, Madam!”
“…What?”
Lorraine, responding a beat late, met Jane’s gaze with unfocused eyes.
“The Duke and Duchess, along with Young Duke and Miss Elina, are returning this afternoon.”
“Today?”
“Yes. They’ll come right away now that the bridge construction is finished.”
“The bridge construction is finally done?”
“Yes.”
At that moment, life began returning to Lorraine’s ashen face.
Construction had been underway on the large bridge she needed to cross to reach town.
Because of it, she’d been effectively confined to the mansion.
‘Does this mean I can finally go out?’
A ray of hope pierced through her monotonous life.
“Madam, are you that happy?”
“…Huh?”
Jane examined her face with wide, curious eyes.
“You must have been waiting for them a long time.”
“For what? For whom?”
She looked at Jane, bewildered.
“For the Duke and Duchess, Young Duke, and Miss Elina to return.”
Jane slowly explained what she meant.
…Ah, right. They’re coming too.
Lorraine, who’d been rejoicing over the successful completion of the bridge, composed her expression.
“Well, of course I’m happy. My family is returning—naturally, I’m delighted.”
Though they’d eventually become strangers to her, the thought of meeting the original story’s protagonists made her heart flutter slightly with both excitement and nervousness.
For several reasons, Lorraine’s heart began to beat faster.
‘So this boring time is finally coming to an end?’
Her violet eyes sparkled more brilliantly than ever before.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Oh, what did he see? Hahaha, our dear Lauren is absolutely wonderful.
i think lorraine is making a parasol or head protection
Oh, how disgusting! What is this? She’s obviously pretending to be worried. So disgusting, so filthy.
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‘What exactly is her true nature? Is she kind or not?’
The answer is no 🫠 there is no way she can be kind with that comment
-“Of course, it’s true Lorraine has a bad reputation and enjoys the company of m
🥲 Ah, I see. It is one of those green tea types…
I was just admiring how handsome you are—but you had to go and look so scary.
A hadsome face is a hadsome face, it should be admired, doesn’t matter who it belongs to!!!
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Miioo
Oh, it’s clear that bad guys and trouble are coming, poor dear Lauren.
debban23
yes leave that boring life and earn some money being a doctor