“Master. I regret to say that Lise is the youngest daughter of Marsen. Disrespecting her is enough for me, not you. Moreover, insulting Lise is the same as insulting the Marsen family. She is a member of our Marsen family.”

“Ma, Madam.”

“Since the master was rude first, I hope you understand my whims.”

Isabel didn’t say anything after that. The master had to return the money he had paid for the suddenly refunded item.

Once the situation was over, the nobles who were happily looking at the gems quietly left the shop. The once bustling store was empty. The only remaining customers were women waiting to receive their goods, and Lady Fenton and Yune, who continued to watch us.

I quietly watched Isabel receiving the money from the master. I still felt shaken.

“Lise, what are you doing standing there like a fool?”

“Ah, yes. Yes!”

Isabel moved towards the jewelry shop’s exit without looking back once.

I approached Isabel, waiting outside the store.

“…Are you really okay not buying the gem?”

“What?”

“It was something you wanted.”

When I asked, Isabel opened her lips as if faltering and then closed them.

“What about you?”

“What?”

“Why were you just standing there?”

“…It was familiar to me, and it seemed like I shouldn’t make a fuss in that situation.”

Isabel approached me.

“You’d better be better at assessing the situation at home. Don’t do it unnecessarily outside.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“First, we have to figure out what to do with that outfit. No matter if it’s just an errand, what’s with that plain dress that’s not fitting for a noble’s child?”

“It’s comfortable.”

“That’s why you’re ignored. This won’t do. Since we’re at the market today, we’ll have to buy you a dress.”

“……By yourself, Mother?”

There was never an occasion where Isabelle had personally picked out a dress for Lise.

“The maids’ choices never please me.”

“But Father bought me a dress the day before yesterday.”

“The Count doesn’t have an eye for dresses. I bet it’s a gaudy color that doesn’t suit you, Lise. You don’t look good in bright colors. Even the lace doesn’t do much.”

Could the world be ending tomorrow? Isabelle’s actions and words were all strange today.

“You’re finally here.”

Isabelle spotted the carriage approaching in the distance. Only then did I realize that she had walked down the hill instead of taking the carriage.

There was mud all over the heels of Isabelle’s shoes.

“What are you doing? Hurry and get on.”

There are days like this, after all.

I quickly climbed into the carriage.

Isabelle has changed.

She’s different from the days she used to ignore me. After the jewelry shop incident, she started to interfere with my attire.

If my dress was even slightly slack, she’d deliberately send me back to the room to pick a new dress. Sometimes she gave me accessories if my neck and arms looked plain.

I thought about Isabelle’s change and the reason behind it.

‘Even though I’m an outside child, I’m still a child of the Marsen family?’

Did she realize through this incident that my image affects the Marsen family’s image?

Anyway, she was clearly capricious, as she said herself. She even cut back on making me run errands. If she did ask for something, it was feeding the horses or watering the garden.

“But what about this?”

There was one more thing complicating my feelings, looking at the wrapped box. Inside was the rabbit decoration ring Mrs. Fenton had given me.

After the handkerchief, now this expensive item. It wouldn’t be easy to give it to Yurik on his birthday, especially now that I rarely left the mansion.

“Lise!”

I heard Isabelle’s voice and quickly put the wrapped box into the drawer and pulled out a book. Just in time, Isabelle entered the room.

“What are you doing?”

“……I was reading a book.”

“How many minutes have you been reading today?”

“Um. Probably about thirty minutes?”

Isabelle paused for a moment before entering the room.

“I have a close Countess friend who has invited me to her mansion.”

“Really?”

“There’s a boy there, your age. They say he’s quite handsome.”

“Yes, but…….”

“I’m planning to take you with me.”

“What?”

I almost dropped the book I was holding. Normally, she would have taken Swell or Silke, wouldn’t she?

“There’s one of those dresses we bought last time that’s somewhat decent, isn’t there? That blue dress.”

“…….?”

“Lise.”

“Yes! Yes, I do have the dress.”

“You’ll wear that.”

“When are we going?”

“Exactly three days from now.”

I was stunned by the mention of three days.

That day is none other than Yurik Fenton’s birthday. Could Isabelle have noticed the existence of the gift? She’s a monster with eyes on the back of her head, so it’s entirely possible.

“When are we going and when are we coming back?”

“What does that matter? You’re not planning to read books in the room again, are you?”

“No!”

“We’ll go early and return before evening. I have a lot to talk about, you see.”

“Do I have to go?”

“It would be good for you to become friends with the Count’s son, wouldn’t it?”

Oh no, I’m doomed!
“I’ve told you, so just keep that in mind. Understand?”

I couldn’t possibly read Isabelle’s thoughts.

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