Thus Began Your Regret (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
In the end, Edward purchased a navy-blue dress that looked rather lavish, along with a Kalihai pearl set.
Of course, he added to it a shawl said to be woven in the Orient, a rare-feather-adorned hat named something like “Bure,” plus gloves and shoes that matched the dress.
They were so extravagantly splendid that even at the moment of loading them into the car, he still wondered if this was truly right.
Still, the Kalihai pearl set was relatively simple, and even in his opinion, something like this would suit Louisa’s taste quite well.
Emily gently approached his side and greeted him.
“Thanks to you, today was quite enjoyable.”
“Thank you for your help, Lady Ernst.”
Edward shut the back door of the car—already loaded with parcels—and spoke. Emily stepped closer and asked,
“Will you escort me home, kind sir?”
It was a question asked out of habit, assuming he’d naturally agree. But Edward’s reply caught her off guard.
“I’m sorry, but I’d like to get back to my wife quickly today. I’ll send my thanks through Guildford later.”
“…What?”
Emily Ernst’s face stiffened. She looked up at him without even thinking to open the fan she usually used to hide her expression.
“Aren’t there plenty of cabs around here? You can go alone, can’t you? Look, one’s coming right now.”
Edward pointed toward a hired carriage approaching from across the street. Straightening his clothes, he opened the driver’s door and said,
“Well then, I’ll be off first.”
Thud.
The car door closed.
The black automobile Edward had taken left the spot without hesitation. Emily Ernst was left alone in Central Plaza, staring only at the receding rear of the vehicle.
[This is the timeline separator]At dusk, as twilight bloomed.
Louisa sank onto the bed the moment she entered her room, without even changing clothes. She wanted nothing more than to bury herself in the soft bedding and fall asleep.
Though her body wasn’t particularly heavy, her mind felt utterly exhausted. Lately, the flood of events had worn her out both mentally and physically.
Leaning against the headboard, Louisa gazed blankly at the canopy ceiling and murmured,
“Something sweet… I need something sweet.”
She had always craved intensely sweet desserts when tired. True to form, she immediately pulled the bell cord.
Not long after, Rachel came up.
“Madam?”
“Oh, Rachel. I’m sorry, but could you bring me a cup of honey water before dinner? I’m craving something sweet.”
It was an uncharacteristically irregular request from someone who normally lived by strict routine. Rachel studied Louisa’s face carefully, spotted the fatigue shadowing her eyes, and immediately began fussing.
“Madam! With such a poor complexion, all you’re asking for is honey water? Please, let me prepare your usual chocolate fondue instead!”
“The meal is already being prepared—how can I ask for that now?”
Louisa waved her hand dismissively. But in Rachel’s view, honey water was simply insufficient as a stress-relieving dessert for her mistress. She insisted again.
“If you don’t feel like chocolate fondue, how about chocolate cookies? I’ll bring along sugar cubes and black tea as well.”
She couldn’t resist the child’s fussing. Louisa finally burst into laughter and covered her slightly parted lips with her hand.
“Alright, then. Bring that. Thanks to you, I’ll be having dessert before dinner.”
“Yes, Madam!”
The girl scampered off cheerfully.
But shortly after, it wasn’t the girl who entered through the suddenly opened door—it was someone else, carrying a tea set.
Edward, leaning into the room with his shoulder propping the door open, said,
“Dessert before dinner? You can’t fill your stomach with things like this. It’s not good for you.”
“My goodness. You’re bringing this yourself? What’s going on?”
Louisa approached him. When she reached out to take the tea set, Edward lifted the tray higher and said,
“It’s fine. Go inside. Let’s sit down.”
“Edward.”
“Come on.”
Louisa gave him a gentle sideways glance as he gestured toward the table.
He’d never set aside time like this before—what could possibly have happened?
Though uneasy, Louisa went and sat where he’d indicated.
Lately she’d seen him often enough, but it still amazed her more that he’d come to her room at this hour carrying these things than merely that he was home. Somehow, it loosened something tight in her heart.
Once Louisa was seated, Edward calmly came over and sat across from her.
“What’s all this about, suddenly bringing a whole tea set?”
Edward set the snacks and teacups onto the round tea table with surprisingly practiced ease and said,
“I just… saw the kid taking dessert and thought I’d like some too.”
He lifted the teapot and carefully poured black tea into the cups. Then, turning the teapot in his hands, he remarked,
“I never realized our tea set was this ornate. Is this your taste?”
“I do like it. Though you were the one who chose it.”
“…I see.”
Edward hadn’t known it was his own gift. He set the teapot down.
He’d once instructed the department store to simply deliver some quality items—and apparently, this set had been included among them.
Quietly, he dropped a sugar cube into his teacup and said,
“So you like elaborate things more than I thought. I assumed you preferred only simple styles, given how plainly you usually dress.”
Louisa smiled silently at his words. Seeing her smile, Edward spoke carefully,
“Then how about wearing something a bit more elaborate to the royal ball this time?”
“The royal ball… you mean His Majesty’s birthday celebration?”
“Yes.”
When Edward nodded, Louisa asked,
“Are you planning to go this time?”
Her heart suddenly pounded with excitement.
Though late in coming, her husband was slowly changing. If being home at this hour no longer felt strange, perhaps the day would come when attending a ball together with him wouldn’t feel strange either.
But her hope was quickly dashed.
“No.”
Edward gave a firm, flat answer.
“I can’t go for now—my project is too busy.”
The warmth in Louisa’s cheeks, flushed with excitement, cooled instantly.
“I see… work comes first, after all.”
Louisa picked up her teacup—into which she’d already dropped three sugar cubes. Craving sweetness, she took a sip of black tea and bit into a cookie.
Watching her munch on dessert, Edward asked,
“Is your ball preparation all done?”
“What’s there to prepare? I’ll just go neatly dressed, so don’t worry about it.”
“Why not? Everyone else seems to prepare elaborately. From what Guildford told me, it sounds like you need to be extremely meticulous.”
At Edward’s words, Louisa swallowed the sharp retort that rose to her throat.
No matter how splendidly dressed she went, without her husband at her side, she’d only be treated like a showy peacock.
But she couldn’t say such things to her husband.
She vaguely understood why he wouldn’t attend.
“It’s not easy staying so composed among nobles. There’s nothing to be done.”
She remembered the humiliations she’d suffered from them.
Even she, who’d once held considerable noble standing, had immediately become the subject of gossip the moment her family fell.
Surely, the things said about him would be far worse than what she’d endured.
She didn’t want him hearing unnecessary hurtful words. So she understood why he wouldn’t go.
Still, what saddened her was that for the few balls he truly couldn’t skip due to business, she wouldn’t be attending them with him.
“It’s regretful and painful—but since I understand, it’s alright.”
Thus, she felt no need to reproach him for not coming.
Louisa took a deep breath to calm her fluttering heart.
“No. His Majesty once said he found my neat attire soothing to look at, so I intend to go that way again this time.”
“Then since you’ve already shown your neat side once, try a slightly different style this time. I’m sure His Majesty will say it looks lovely again.”
“No, really, it’s fine. Let’s leave it at that.”
Before my resentment outweighs my understanding of you.
But at Louisa’s words, Edward’s expression hardened.
He recalled the time he’d spent at a random boutique instead of the lab, and the gifts still sitting unopened in the car’s back seat.
If you’d known how I spent my day today, would you still have said that?
He couldn’t understand why she so resolutely rejected only his suggestions.
Her steadfast principles and strong will had been part of why he’d fallen for her—but right now, that very determination felt bitterly frustrating.
Not knowing the feelings behind his gift, she dismissed it so coldly—it only made him feel unjustly slighted.
“Fine. You only like things like that, anyway.”
He couldn’t hide the bitterness swelling in his voice.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. How foolish of me.”
“What are you talking about? Foolish?”
“You’ve never properly used a single thing I’ve given you.”
“…”
“I couldn’t figure out your taste at all, so eventually I just brought everything I could find and dumped it all here. Yet you never even glanced at them.”
That wasn’t it at all, Louisa wanted to say. It was simply too painful to be treated like a discarded wife, mocked as a showy peacock.
But she quickly bit back her words.
Telling such things to someone who wouldn’t even attend the ball would only weigh heavier on his heart. He likely already carried enough guilt—she didn’t need to add to it.
Louisa pressed her hand firmly against her chest.
Quietly, she said,
“I’m sorry.”
Edward stared at her for a long while, then furrowed his brows, stood up, and left the room.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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That seems nice at least he is trying the problem that he doesn’t know how !!!