“No. I don’t even remember her name well. But I guess I’m the only one who remembers everything about her.”
“Were you secretly in love with her?”
Ronan asked, to which Laches twisted his lips in a sneer.
“Hardly.”
His eyes, dark as the hidden side of the moon, clouded over.
“I did consider how to kill her, though.”
Ronan looked up in shock, but Laches ignored his gaze and climbed into the carriage.
“Let’s go.”
With a brief command, Laches opened the small window of the carriage.
A woman hastily leaving the banquet hall alone caught his eye.
She was empty-handed, having left her basket of flowers behind, and was rushing without looking around.
No one noticed or cared about her.
“What could it be…”
Laches trailed off, following the woman’s retreating figure with his eyes. The sharp glint of a hunter flickered in them.
“How can Lady Niriell, who was said to be dead, be walking around alive?”
Laches mumbled as he watched the woman move away.
“If I personally kill her, maybe I can finally be free of this tiresome cycle.”
Laches scoffed arrogantly, as if mocking the life of someone who had no one to protect them.
“She’s probably someone I’ll never see again.”
His confident murmur went unheard by anyone else.
“Ronan. Be careful on the way back. The rain will pour heavily, so make sure the carriage wheels don’t come off.”
“Rain? Suddenly?”
Ronan looked up at the sky. It was clear, without even a hint of dark clouds.
However, Laches did not respond.
A downpour was imminent. It always had been a torrential rain.
Closing his eyes, Laches recalled the fragile shoulders bearing everything alone in tears.
But soon, he thought, these memories would be washed away by the rain.
The carriage started moving.
Shortly after, just as Laches had predicted, a sudden downpour began from the clear sky.
“Hello, Duke.”
“…….”
“I’ve come for an interview because I heard you need staff at the brewery. This is a letter of introduction from Niriell’s family physician, Pesore. It’s from a respected physician, so I believe it will be helpful.”
“…….”
“My name is Lea. I was told it’s a common name, given with the meaning to live an ordinary life.”
“…….”
“I’ll work hard at any task you assign. I just want to work here somehow.”
This was strange.
Brewery work was tough and often avoided, so it was said that with just a letter of introduction, one could easily get in…
“Never see again, what does he mean?”
Why is this man glaring at me like that?
I subtly shifted my gaze to the glass cabinet beside me.
The first thing I saw was the unfamiliar purple color of my eyes.
‘Did the eye color change properly?’
Laches doesn’t know my face.
Even if he vaguely remembers it, he’d probably just think I looked similar.
Besides, who would think that a person, believed to be dead and even had a funeral, would actually be alive and attending an interview?
“Why…….”
A hoarse voice escaped my lips.
Could this voice be the one I heard as I was dying?
I tried to recall, but it was confusing whether it was similar or not.
“Why are you doing this to me…… exactly…….”
“Huh?”
Why act like this towards someone willing to take on the tough brewery work?
I looked at Laches, propping my forehead with my hand, unable to understand.
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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