To You, Whom I Shouldn't Love (24 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
When Riena remained silent, Johannes moved closer to her and continued speaking.
“I know that you, my lady, share no special bond with Duke Winkler. If you were getting to know each other starting from complete strangers, wouldn’t that mean I, too, might have a chance?”
Having said that much, Johannes covered his eyes and let out a hollow laugh.
“It sounds utterly pitiful—even coming from me. But please understand, my lady. I am so desperate to win your heart.”
“…….”
“I will respect your choice. It pains me, but it cannot be helped.”
Just then, Ben the stable hand arrived with a two-horse carriage accompanied by Lucy. Cassel approached and took Riena’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Riena turned away from Johannes, who wore a bitter smile, and walked toward the carriage.
Ben the stable hand said nothing, merely watching Riena quietly. From his gentle face, she read that he was congratulating her on her engagement.
‘Thank you.’
She mouthed the words to him before climbing into the carriage. Seeing the bag inside, she took the ribbon she’d kept in her pocket and placed it back inside.
Cassel followed her into the carriage. He had gone to the trouble of changing his clothes, all because Riena had suggested they ride together in the carriage at least until the rain stopped.
Sitting opposite Riena, Cassel spoke in an apologetic tone.
“I’m sorry I didn’t prepare the carriage sooner.”
“No, it’s fine. I like this carriage—it feels familiar.”
Riena gave him a faint smile and turned her gaze out the window. The carriage began to move, accompanied by the sound of hooves. Unlike earlier, when they’d fled in haste, the rain had now grown lighter.
Riena worried once more that the carriage might get stuck in another puddle, but this time, perhaps because the driver handled the horses more carefully, no such mishap occurred.
Leaning back against the seat, she stared at the receding manor and fell into belated reflection.
‘Just what is going on?’
A man had arrived bearing a letter from her late father and proposed to her. Moreover, that man bore the exact same appearance as the man from her dreams—the very one who had caused her heartache over the past two months.
Though she couldn’t be certain they were the same person, her heart still fluttered.
Riena had never once imagined she might meet someone identical to the man from her dreams. How could something like this happen?
Could the man sitting across from her truly be the same as the one in her dreams? He certainly seemed to be—if not, how could their appearances and voices be so precisely identical?
Yet doubt still lingered. How could someone she’d never met before appear repeatedly in her dreams? Was such a thing even possible?
‘Or… could we have met before?’
After a brief pause, Riena asked cautiously,
“Have we possibly met before?”
Cassel replied as though surprised she’d ask such a thing,
“Of course—when we were children…”
“No, not as children. I mean later, after we’d grown older—after reaching adulthood?”
It wasn’t a difficult question. Yet the man didn’t answer immediately; he hesitated. After swallowing hard and pondering for a while—just long enough for Riena to begin wondering—he finally spoke.
“There wouldn’t be. Before I left the county and inherited my title, I spent almost all my time in the Winkler domain. Unless you’d visited the Winkler estate, we’d have had no chance to meet.”
“I see. Then we must never have met.”
“But why do you ask?”
This time, Riena hesitated. She couldn’t bring herself to confess honestly that she’d seen him in her dreams. So she fabricated an excuse.
“Your face just seemed familiar.”
Cassel, who usually seemed as unyielding as stone, gave a soft laugh. Entranced by the low resonance of his voice, Riena found herself staring at him, spellbound.
“Of course it seems familiar—we saw each other as children. Even if I’ve changed quite a bit since then, traces of that boyish face must still remain.”
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
It wasn’t merely that she recognized his childhood features—she had seen Cassel’s exact face in her dreams.
But since she couldn’t possibly say something as absurd as “I saw you in my dreams,” explaining herself became awkward.
Even to her own ears, her earlier question now sounded utterly ridiculous.
In the end, she let the matter drop vaguely.
“I suppose you’re right—since we saw each other as children…”
Riena had many more questions she wished to ask. Yet she herself couldn’t quite sort out what exactly she wanted to know.
While she floundered, unable to formulate her thoughts, the carriage gradually slowed and soon came to a complete stop.
‘Could the carriage have broken down again?’
Confused, Riena silently stared at Cassel. With his usual inscrutable expression, he stepped out of the carriage, opened an umbrella, and extended his hand toward her, who looked puzzled.
“There’s a place I’d like to stop by before we leave.”
‘Do I really have to go with him?’ Riena muttered inwardly—but then, peering over Cassel’s shoulder, she froze in surprise. The scenery was familiar. At the same time, it struck her heart so deeply that tears sprang to her eyes.
The Daik family burial grounds.
Riena quickly wiped away the tears welling in her eyes and took Cassel’s hand.
As she stepped carefully from the carriage, escorted by him, Sir Dean—who had been acting as the coachman—handed her a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
“I thought I should pay my respects to my mentor…”
Seeing Cassel murmur softly like that, Riena decided she would doubt him no longer. An unfounded yet certain belief rose within her: anyone who thought so deeply of her father must be trustworthy.
[This is the timeline separator]At the count’s gravesite, which Riena had visited only days before, flowers lay piled high.
Among them were fresh chrysanthemums that looked as if they’d been left only moments ago—a clear testament to how deeply Count Daik had been revered by his people.
Thinking of her father, who had cared for his people even in his final moments, Riena gripped the bouquet tightly.
It had already been two full months since her father’s passing.
Two months—a laughably short span of time to forget someone with whom she’d spent twenty years of her life.
By the time her tears had dried from weeping so much, even the smallest trace of her father found while wandering the manor would bring fresh tears to her eyes—this had happened many times already.
Yet everyone except Riena seemed already to have forgotten the count.
Especially her half-brother Aaron, who appeared perfectly composed—this left Riena with an indescribable sense of shock.
How could even Aaron, who shared her father’s blood, be like this…?
While Riena sank into melancholy, Cassel handed her the umbrella and knelt before the tombstone without a second thought for his newly changed clothes, now soaking again in the rain.
He clasped his hands together and prayed for the peace of the departed.
Watching his reverent posture, Riena knelt beside him. Her skirt grew damp, and a chill seeped into her legs—yet somehow, a warmth bloomed in her heart.
“I heard it was… a riding accident.”
After a brief silence, Cassel finally spoke. Riena answered hoarsely, her voice thick with moisture.
“…Yes.”
“May I ask for details about what happened?”
Riena stared blankly, recalling that day.
“It was pouring rain.”
That day, from early morning, Riena had been gripped by an inexplicable anxiety. Though the sky was choked with dark clouds and rain poured so heavily she could barely see ahead, that wasn’t the main reason.
Having grown up in the Daik domain, where summer rains were frequent, she was accustomed to such weather. Rainy days often made her feel gloomy, but never fearful.
Yet that particular day, her heart was strangely unsettled. It pounded as if she’d seen a ghost, and her hands trembled violently, as though she stood outside in the dead of winter. She could hardly eat, leaving her meal half-finished.
She had tried to dissuade her father from inspecting the domain in such foul weather.
〈The weather is bad. Wait until the rain lets up.〉
〈Precisely because the weather is like this, I must go and check. If we’re not careful, the dikes might collapse and flood the village.〉
〈Then send the knights to inspect it. You don’t need to go yourself.〉
〈Riena, looking after our people is my duty as count. I cannot delegate it to others.〉
〈At least wait until the rain lessens a bit…〉
〈You’re acting unusually clingy today. Don’t worry—nothing will happen. I’ll check quickly and return. We’ll have dinner together. I noticed you didn’t eat properly earlier, so I’ve already ordered your favorite beef and tomato stew for tonight.〉
His gentle, reassuring smile—as if soothing a child—was the last thing she saw. That evening, her father returned as a cold corpse. His promise to share dinner with her became one he could never keep.
Because the knights insisted it was better she not see him, Riena never got a proper last look at her father’s face.
Thus, whenever she thought of him, she always saw that final smile before he left the manor—and that memory cut deeper than any other.
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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‘I also want to ask if Cassel had a lover… but I can’t bring myself to ask that
No shit Sherlock! 🤔🙄🤦🏻♀️ I don’t like stupid people really …My hand starts to get itchy 😡
“Rebecca? Maybe that’s too old-fashioned… How about Regina? Rachel? Renée? Oh! R
I think sometimes she can be reeeeeaaally dumb 🤔😒🤦🏻♀️
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Hallo12345
Wat happened to the other guy—raol or smth??? Wasn’t as going to go to him first?