She's a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 5
Lorraine, running frantically, pushed her way through the servants surrounding Rodell.
His limbs trembled as if struck by electricity, and white froth mixed with saliva dripped from his mouth.
‘Epileptic seizure.’
A condition commonly known as epilepsy in society.
She instantly recognized Rodell’s symptoms as stemming from this illness.
Her eyes wide open, she collapsed onto the floor beside him.
“Mistress… Mistress!”
She heard the panicked cries of the servants, but they didn’t matter.
She quickly reached out and grabbed Rodell’s side as he lay staring blankly at the sky.
Then, with all her strength, she pulled him.
“Ugh! What the—!”
But moving his large body alone wasn’t easy.
“What are you doing? Quickly turn Rodell’s body over!”
She shouted at the servants standing there in confusion.
“Yes! Right away!”
The servants hurried over and helped Lorraine roll Rodell onto his side.
At that moment, Rodell violently flailed his arms mid-seizure.
Thud! Thud!
“Aaah!”
“Ugh!!”
His thick wrist, swinging wildly, struck the arm of a servant holding Rodell, then slammed hard into Lorraine’s shoulder.
“Mistress!!”
Jane, startled, rushed over without thinking.
But Lorraine didn’t even register her presence.
Instead, gripping Rodell’s body tightly with all her might, she scanned the surroundings with wide, frantic eyes.
Next to Rodell’s head lay the knife and fork he’d presumably been holding, along with spilled soup steaming on the floor.
“Ugh!”
At that instant, she pressed down hard on his thrashing body and stretched her leg out from beneath her dress hem.
Then, kicking the knife and fork far away, she shouted,
“Get these things out of here! Remove anything dangerous, now!!”
“Yes!”
While the servants hurried to clear the area, she gripped her dress hem with one hand.
Then she shoved it firmly under Rodell’s head.
It was to protect him.
Saliva and foam trickling from Rodell’s gasping mouth began staining her dress.
“Mistress! Please, let us handle this!”
“Your dress is getting ruined!”
She didn’t even glance at the servants, who were stomping their feet in helpless panic.
For a doctor, the patient always came first.
How much time had passed?
His ragged breathing gradually steadied, and the convulsing body slowly lost its tension.
Lorraine slowly released the strength from her hands, which had never once let go of his large frame.
Rodell’s thick jaw, previously twisted awkwardly, now rested comfortably in place.
‘Has it finally stopped?’
Just as she kept watching him without relaxing her vigilance—
“Mistress! Please get up quickly!”
Jane, who had been helplessly stomping her feet, finally rushed over.
“I know. I’ll get up.”
The servants still looked at her with flustered, uncertain expressions.
She slowly rose to her feet.
“I’m so sorry, Mistress!”
An elderly servant, seemingly in charge of the kitchen staff, approached and began apologizing.
Lorraine straightened her back and looked down at him bowing deeply.
“What exactly are you sorry for?”
“We’re ashamed for alarming you. As soon as Rodell wakes up, he’ll immediately—”
“Wait.”
Lorraine’s calm voice cut off the flustered servant.
“Can you really think your dress matters more than seeing clearly what state this man is in right now?”
“…Huh?”
The servant’s eyes flicked toward Rodell, who lay twitching on the floor as if trying to regain consciousness.
Of course, in their rigid class society, this might be an awkward situation. But still—
“I’m asking whether you truly don’t understand that a human life matters more than a mere dress like this.”
She believed they, too, were human enough to grasp such a basic truth.
“Ahh… I… well…”
She sighed softly, watching the servant grow increasingly flustered.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. And honestly, I wasn’t even that startled.”
It was true.
For someone who faced far more critical situations multiple times a day, this hardly counted as surprising.
“Mistress, shall I escort you to your room?”
At Jane’s voice, she slowly turned around.
The servants, sensing her mood, quickly moved aside to clear a path.
‘In this state, there’s no way I can eat anything.’
Her dress hem was completely ruined.
“Right. Let’s go to my room first—”
Just as she lifted her gaze from her stained skirt, her eyes locked straight with Cedric’s.
The man stood perfectly upright in front of the dining table.
Apparently, he hadn’t moved a single step during all the commotion.
Not only that, his expression remained unchanged since he’d first risen from his seat.
How could anyone stay so calm when someone collapsed right in front of them?
Any trace of affection she might have felt for him instantly vanished.
“I suppose you’ll have to eat breakfast alone.”
At her flat, emotionless tone—
“I suppose that would be best.”
Cedric replied lightly, his eyes briefly scanning her soiled dress.
“We’ll prepare fresh food right away!”
The servants burst into frantic activity, their voices urgent.
At the same moment, Lorraine turned and left the dining hall.
***
As soon as she returned to her room, she bathed and changed into a fresh dress.
“Mistress. I’ve brought your breakfast.”
Soon after, Jane entered the room carrying food.
“Alright. Thank you.”
Sitting at the table by the window, Lorraine lifted her fork—then her eyes slowly narrowed.
‘Did I overexert myself?’
Her arm trembled weakly.
It was understandable—she’d strained every muscle pulling and stabilizing that large man.
“Mistress, are you alright?”
Jane, standing beside her, asked in a flustered voice.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
Just as she offered a gentle smile to Jane’s worried face and tightened her grip on the fork—
Knock knock.
Someone had come to the room.
Jane quickly went to the door, exchanged a few words, then returned.
“Who was it?”
“Um… Rodell says he’d like to see you for a moment.”
“Let him in.”
She answered lightly to Jane, who was carefully gauging her reaction.
Jane headed back to the door, and soon Rodell entered, head bowed low.
A bluish bruise, likely from hitting the hard floor, marked his face.
Aside from that, he showed no other apparent symptoms.
Just as she was scrutinizing him like a physician examining a patient—
Thud!
His large body suddenly sank to the floor.
“…!”
Thinking he’d collapsed again, she started in alarm—
“Mistress! I’m so sorry! I’ve committed an unforgivable sin!”
Rodell knelt, pressing his forehead hard against the floor as he cried out.
“Rodell?! What are you doing?!”
Lorraine’s eyes flew open in shock.
“I’ll work however I must to repay the cost of your ruined dress! Please, don’t throw me out!!”
…Throw him out?
Her wide eyes slowly narrowed.
“After I promised Lady Elina I’d never cause trouble again following that incident with her cherished teacup… I truly have committed an unforgivable sin!”
An unexpectedly tearful note crept into his voice, clashing with his massive frame.
‘So this isn’t the first time.’
Lorraine absorbed this new information and slowly drew in a breath.
“Ever since that day, I’ve prayed earnestly to the gods every day, but the curse hasn’t lifted. I’m so sorry!”
She looked at his trembling, massive form with pity.
In eras lacking proper medical knowledge, people often called illnesses like Rodell’s “divine curses”—especially those deemed incurable.
‘Does this world rely solely on prayer and superstition instead of treatment? Or is it that the poor simply can’t afford care?’
Setting aside her unanswered questions about this unfamiliar world,
she suddenly recalled the day she’d thrown off her doctor’s coat and walked away.
The image of her grandmother, abandoned at life’s crossroads simply for being poor and powerless, flashed before her eyes.
She quietly gazed at the dark crown of hair bowed before her.
“Rodell.”
“Yes! Mistress!”
“How long have you worked in the kitchen?”
“Huh? Ah… a little over a year.”
Rodell answered hesitantly, still kneeling.
“Stand up first. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
At her gentle words, Rodell slowly lifted his upper body from the floor.
Their eyes met directly—his dark, wavering gaze locked onto hers.
“You won’t be dismissed from here because of this incident.”
“…Huh? Mistress! Thank you!”
“I told you not to bow.”
His large frame, which had just thudded back to the floor, straightened once more.
“But I need you to promise me one thing.”
“…Huh? A promise?”
“Jane. Bring me a pen and paper.”
Lorraine called out to Jane as she glanced around.
Lorraine began writing on the paper Jane brought her.
After inscribing something for a while, she set down the pen and stood up.
Then, kneeling before Rodell, who was still sitting on his knees, she faced him directly.
“Here. Take this.”
His large hands hesitantly accepted the paper she offered.
“From now on, eat mainly the foods listed here.”
“…Huh?”
“And normally, how many hours do you sleep?”
“…About six hours.”
“Sleep more.”
Rodell’s eyes widened slowly as he looked into Lorraine’s resolute gaze.
“Sleep at least eight hours. Otherwise, I’ll have you dismissed from here.”
“…!”
As she watched Rodell nod quickly, she gently tilted her lips upward.
“Do you have any family?”
“…A mother and a younger sister.”
He looked barely twenty years old.
“How old is your sister?”
“She’ll soon turn ten.”
“I see.”
Lorraine murmured softly and rose from her seat.
“Rodell, you may go now. Just keep the promise you made me.”
“Yes, Mistress! Thank you! Thank you!”
The man sprang to his feet, repeatedly bowing deeply.
After Rodell left, Lorraine returned to the table.
On the paper she’d given him was a list of low-carb, high-fat meals.
‘Without anticonvulsants, this is the best I can do.’
It was only the most basic prescription a doctor could offer.
“Hmm…”
She stared blankly at the untouched food before her, lost in thought for a long while.
After a moment,
Lorraine slowly lifted her drooping eyelids and quietly spoke.
“Jane. I need to see Cedric.”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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Hmm, is Cedric starting to suspect that she’s changed? Cedric’s behavior is very mysterious.
what is cedric planning to do,let her go and be a free
Poor Lauren, her father is clearly a vile and evil man. I think he’s the one poisoning her.
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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, our girl is so wonderful! How kind and gentle she is. I hope she doesn’t get hurt.
debban23
prescribing in the acient times is wild,no available meds