After finding out that Kain and Lorain were the same person, Liz hardly ever went outside her room. She was wary of being alone, fearing he might suddenly appear. So, she tried to keep Mirabel around by any means.
“Mirabel, how did you first meet Jonathan?”
“We talked about that yesterday.”
“Did… we?”
She realized that they did; she’d just let it go in one ear and out the other.
“So, how far have you two gone? A peck, at least? A kiss?”
“We… talked about that, too. We haven’t…”
They had only held hands, she had said. Though Liz wasn’t entirely convinced. What else could she use to keep her here?
“Miss, I’m sorry, but I have to train the new servants downstairs.”
Mirabel said, her face fraught with difficulty. Liz felt even more at a loss.
“Can’t Monica do that?”
“Monica has other tasks assigned by the lady. It’s my longstanding duty.”
“Ah… Alright.”
Knowing how responsible Mirabel was, Liz could no longer hold her back.
“Go ahead, then.”
“I’ll be back after my work is done. Please take a short break.”
Although Mirabel found it unusual for the miss to insist on keeping her, she was too busy to think about the reason. She assumed the lady was just bored and left the room.
Once Mirabel had gone and the door was closed, Liz quickly locked it.
Still not feeling secure, she also closed all the windows and meticulously drew the curtains.
Last time, she’d seen him leap from the third floor as if it were the first. Could he leap up just as easily?
Only after plunging the room into complete darkness, blocking out every sliver of light, could Liz finally exhale a sigh of relief.
She flopped onto the bed and began counting on her fingers.
Already, two-thirds of a season had passed.
Soon, the crown prince would return to the royal palace.
If an heir goes missing for ten full years, they are assumed dead, and the throne passes to the next in line. He would certainly return if he was not to give up the throne.
If he was not to give up the throne…
“Ah, that can’t be.”
Shaking her head, Liz dismissed the ridiculous thought.
Anyway, there was an end in sight to this stifling, suffocating life. Though bearable, thirty-one days still felt far too long.
“Could you please return sooner, Your Highness? Ideally, bringing your lady as well.”
If only that could happen, there would be nothing more to wish for. My long-standing wish to marry had lost its luster in the face of urgent need for survival.
Liz rose from her seat and took a hearty gulp from the cup of water on the coffee table.
Gulp, gulp. It felt cool going down her throat, but… it was just a feeling.
Perhaps due to stress, even drinking water didn’t quench her thirst lately.
Liz stood and approached a bronze-colored water console near the window.
There should always be a pitcher full of cold water with a slice of lemon, brought by Mirabel… Why is it empty?
“Ah… This can’t be.”
Liz realized she had emptied an entire pitcher in just half an hour.
She had no choice. Liz rang the bell.
Once, twice.
Two rings for Mirabel, three for Kain—it was an unspoken rule between her and her servants.
However, since realizing her reincarnation, she had never rung the bell three times. And she never would. Forever.
Knock-knock.
The knocking sound came just as she turned around after ringing the bell.
“Wow, you’re quick. Were you nearby, Mirabel?”
Without any suspicion, Liz opened the door.
Gasp!
Had she not been holding onto the doorknob, she might have fallen.
“Ah… um… I…”
Unsure of what to call the figure before her, he spoke.
“Just call me Kain, Miss.”
His affectionate tone, his radiant smile.
It was the same voice and expression she had always seen on Kain.
However.
Regrettably, Liz felt she could no longer regard him simply as Kain.
“…Yes.”
“Why did you lock the door?”
Kain asked.
Liz racked her brains for an answer that seemed plausible yet wouldn’t offend him. Then it struck her.
“How did you know the door was locked…? There was no sound of the knob turning…”
“Just a hunch.”
So, you can know that by a hunch.
The more she knew this man, the more frightened she became.
“For now… come in.”
It was too risky to discuss his heavy secret out here.
However, he surprisingly refused.
“I’d rather not.”
“…?”
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t go into the room. But, there’s somewhere I want to take you. That’s why I’m here.”
“Where… where do you want to take me?”
“Is this some scheme to get rid of me?”
Liz asked, her eyes starting to fill with fear.
“You’ll know when you see it.”
“Right now…?”
Kain smiled lightly and nodded.
“Late at night. When everyone’s asleep, we’ll go secretly.”
“Ah….”
When everyone’s asleep……secretly……
“I’ll come pick you up at eleven.”
With those final words, Kain squinted his eyes and turned away.
She almost felt relieved.
His playful demeanor didn’t seem like it would provoke her in any way.
However, remembering his expression when he dealt with the thugs in the vacant lot, her limbs began to tremble again.
Kain took a few steps, then turned back.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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