In a moment, the Duke Torpheo, now known as Mel, did not realize he would naturally part from Adelin’s side.
Adelin reminisced about when the Duke had awakened.
“Is that my name?”
“…Pardon?”
“Mel, is it?”
Mel as a name?
‘It seems the Duke has lost his memory…’
Adelin eyed the Duke suspiciously.
This was the man who had mercilessly held a blade to her throat.
Now, with eyes full of confusion, he was seeking answers from her.
Like this.
“Where am I, exactly? And who are you? Ah… Is my name really Mel?”
Adelin’s suspicion that the Duke had lost his memory increasingly turned into certainty.
He didn’t know his name or even where he was.
Originally, her plan was to appear as a savior to the dying Duke and become his lifesaver.
But the Duke, who had first threatened her life, was different from what Adelin had expected.
‘Perhaps it’s better that he lost his memory.’
It was uncertain when the Duke’s memory would return, but caring for the injured Duke might someday allow her to demand compensation for saving and protecting him.
If his memory never returned, she would have to monitor the situation and devise a plan.
Seeing an opportunity, Adelin decisively gambled.
“Oh my! Mel, what do you mean? You really can’t remember your name?”
Mel was actually a word Adelin had uttered in her sleep, but it somehow became the Duke’s name.
Thus, the Duke naturally became known as Mel and seemed confused.
Well, where did ‘Mel’ look like a human name? Even a dog wouldn’t be called ‘Honey.’
But Adelin pretended not to notice. She couldn’t think of a name, and more importantly, it was a topic the man had brought up himself. If his memory returned, she thought to excuse it as not wanting to confuse him.
The confused Duke soon glanced down at his sticky shirt clinging to his body.
“I have no idea. My head hurts, and why am I so damp…”
“…”
“Why can’t I remember anything, and why am I dressed like this? Explain now.”
Adelin’s gaze at the Duke narrowed shrewdly.
It seemed even with lost memory, a Duke remained a Duke, his commanding nature naturally emerging.
‘How do I explain his injuries? I don’t even know why he’s like this…’
She only knew from a comment that the Duke would come to the mansion injured.
Where he got those injuries from was just as frustratingly unknown to her.
While pondering, Adelin recalled the broken log bridge connecting the sea and the mansion. She had an idea.
“You went out for a walk in the middle of the night and didn’t return for ages. I was wondering why you came back like this. I was so shocked. Sob sob.”
Adelin pulled out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe tears that weren’t there.
“Were you stabbed with poison or something? You were unconscious for days. Really, you can’t remember anything?”
The Duke looked baffled, understandably finding none of Adelin’s words believable.
But for Adelin, it was the best she could do without inventing things she didn’t know.
“Phew. The important thing, Mel, is that you’ve woken up. I’m so happy you’re safe. Truly, Goddess Helena must have blessed us.”
After a long silence, the Duke nodded slightly.
“So it seems.”
Phew.
Adelin exhaled a sigh of relief, thinking the Duke seemed content to let it go when suddenly.
“Do I have clothes to change into? Actually, I’d like to bathe first.”
As soon as he opened his eyes, the Duke, now Mel, naturally made high-handed demands as if expecting her to serve him.
‘Really, a Duke to the core.’
Adelin wanted to throw everything away and shout, ‘I am also a lady of the Credeon Ducal family!’ But how could a guest complain?
Adelin, now accustomed to changing the Duke’s clothes and cleaning him, moved reflexively.
“You sweated a lot. Let me see.”
She naturally approached and began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
Even as the Duke’s solid chest became exposed with the shirt opening, Adelin’s expression did not waver.
“Look at this sweat. Are you okay? I’ll change the bandages too. Wait, I’ll help you change.”
Adelin decided to switch on her kindness mode.
Later, even if his memory returned, she wanted the Duke to be moved by her deep consideration.
“You’ll change it? Yourself? You?”
His gesture was too natural.
The Duke, as if enchanted, blankly watched his buttons being undone until, reaching the last button, he stretched his hand towards Adelin.
“Ugh.”
But he soon had to stop due to the overwhelming pain.
The Duke’s head filled with questions at the woman’s actions, who seemed indifferent to his thoughts.
Adelin, with quick hands, undid the shirt buttons and left to fetch new bandages.
Once the bedroom door closed, and outside, Adelin gasped for breath, leaning against the door as if her legs had given out.
‘Biting her lip, she thought, ‘Is this really okay?’
She questioned herself but couldn’t find a satisfactory answer.
‘Let’s just pretend to be close for now.’
Determined, Adelin quickly grabbed bandages and returned to the bedroom where Mel, not the Duke, was waiting.
“Mel, waited long? I’ll change your bandages now.”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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