At the Dallas residence, despite living there for over a decade, she had never tasted such a tender, delicious steak. The meat there was always tough and hard.
‘I was discriminated against.’
She realized too late. Elisha always praised the chef, saying the steak melted in her mouth, but Rosette never understood why.
Tears welled up, whether from the meat’s taste or the delayed realization. Lucas burst into laughter.
“Is it that tasty?”
“Uh-huh, yes.”
Rosette continued eating the steak.
But her happiness was short-lived. By dessert time, her shrimp allergy started to manifest. It began with an itchy arm, gradually spreading to her throat.
Under the table, Rosette scratched her arms fiercely, which seemed to have developed rashes.
“What’s wrong?”
Adrian, noticing her change, asked. Rosette shook her head vigorously.
“It’s nothing.”
“Why aren’t you eating dessert? Our chef makes the best custard pudding!”
Lucas tilted his head in confusion.
“That…”
Reaching for dessert would reveal her rashed, itchy arms. That would expose her shrimp allergy.
Then, Adrian approached with a stern face. Kneeling beside her, he gently took her arm.
“……!”
Seeing the hives and red scratches on her arm, Adrian quietly spoke to Sebastian, who was waiting nearby.
“Quickly, call for the family doctor.”
The Adrian family’s physician, with hair as grizzled as Sebastian’s, examined Rosette. Adrian, the Duke, stood a step away, watching the physician and Rosette.
The Adrian siblings had already retreated to their rooms, sensing their father’s angry demeanor.
Rosette hung her head as if she were a criminal, yet she felt the Duke’s penetrating gaze from above.
“It appears to be an allergy.”
The physician concluded after the examination.
“An allergy?”
“Yes. Shrimp was served as an appetizer today. Shrimp allergies are more common in the Empire than you might think. However, it seems she was unaware of her allergy due to her previous environment lacking seafood.”
“…….”
“An antihistamine should subside the hives quickly. But the scratches on her arm might leave scars.”
“Alright, I understand. You may leave now.”
“Yes.”
Even after the physician left, the Duke’s stern expression didn’t soften. Rosette timidly swallowed the allergy medicine he handed her.
After finishing a glass of water, the Duke finally spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“…..?”
“I should have checked for allergies beforehand. It’s my oversight.”
Rosette couldn’t comprehend why the Duke was apologizing. The Duke of Dallas had always blamed her for having allergies.
Elisha, the beloved youngest daughter of the Dallas family, used to mock her, “You’re so low-born, you can’t even eat fine food like me. If you had been eating it since you were young, would you have developed such allergies?”
If anyone should apologize, it should be her.
But why was the Duke apologizing?
She wanted to ask, but instead, Rosette uttered something entirely different.
“I’m sorry.”
The Duke finally relaxed his face. He knelt in front of Rosette, sitting on the edge of the bed, and took her hand.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”
“No, it’s my fault… for having a flaw… for having an allergy…”
The Duke quickly realized something was amiss in her words. She accepted the fact of her allergy so matter-of-factly and even considered it a flaw.
Then…
“You already knew about the allergy?”
“…..”
“Who told you it was a bad thing?”
“…..”
“Did the orphanage director say that?”
Rosette shook her head vigorously.
“No.”
“Then who?”
“…..”
When Rosette clammed up, the Duke changed his question.
“Why did you eat it, knowing about the allergy?”
“…..”
“Rosette.”
“…..”
“Rosette Adrian.”
Rosette sensed she was being scolded but couldn’t understand why.
She ate the shrimp to avoid punishment, yet here she was, being scolded. It wasn’t unfair, but it was frightening.
The Duke of Dallas might have been a magician, but the Duke Adrian was a knight. The difference in physique and strength was considerable. How painful would it be if he hit her?
Rosette whispered with her hands clasped.
“…..pickiness.”
“Sorry?”
“Picking food is bad.”
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.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
