“Leah! Are you okay?”
Celie, who was next to me, grabbed my shoulders in alarm and pulled me back. If she hadn’t pulled me away, I could have been seriously injured by the shattered glass.
“The vase…!”
The butler, who was informing the maids, hurried over in shock. The decorative vase had broken, water spilling and flowers scattered in disarray.
“I’m so sorry!”
The interior decoration reflects how much effort has been put into welcoming guests. If it’s not splendid, guests might think they are being slighted. Such rumors spread fast in noble society.
Knowing the importance of interior decoration, yet breaking it was a huge mistake.
I bent down hastily to pick up the broken glass when someone grabbed my hand.
“I’ll clean this up. Could you bring a dry cloth to wipe the water?”
It was Ronan.
He held my hand to stop me.
It was the moment I had been longing for.
“….!”
At such a moment, I finally read Ronan’s memory.
[‘I have secured the Demaloxin.’‘Are you sure it’s really Demaloxin?’
‘Yes. It’s certain.’
‘Really? Where did you get it?’
‘…Didn’t you need poison?’
‘I need the poison, and also the person who sold it. Since you’ve got it, you found the seller too, right? Bring that bastard here.’]
The memory about the deadly poison, Demaloxin, was just this.
Ronan had captured the man selling the poison and brought him to Laches, and after that, it was just Laches and the poison seller in conversation, leaving no clue why it was needed.
This memory didn’t help to understand why Laches sought that particular poison, or what he did with it.
But there was an unexpected gain.
[‘Should I have killed Lepherentia? Or should I keep her alive and see?’]This was Laches’ memory as seen through Ronan’s eyes.
‘What’s this?’
It was from the night before I moved my quarters, when Laches looked up at my window.
Ronan was Laches’ guard, hiding nearby that night to protect him from any threat.
So, he heard all of Laches’ mutterings.
‘That’s right… He was muttering something under my window that night.’
I remember. Laches muttered something under my window, and after I said I’d come down, he gestured to Ronan, who was hiding, to leave.
Ronan obeyed and left, and that was all he remembered from that night.
‘He regretted not killing me?’
Was he regretting that he hadn’t killed me since I died first?
‘It was dangerous.’
It would have been no good if it was discovered that I was Lepherentia. I had to hide it by any means.
If Laches decides to kill Lepherentia, that is, me, I would die right there.
In Violenthus Castle, Laches was the master, and I was just a powerless noble lady with no one to defend me.
“Are you okay?”
Ronan asked, squeezing the hand he held. I realized then that I hadn’t let go of his hand.
“Sorry. You said a dry cloth, right? I’ll bring it.”
I let go of Ronan’s hand and hastily left under the pretext of fetching a dry cloth.
‘Laches seeking Demaloxin felt more like trying to find the seller than using the poison. But his contemplation about whether to kill me is certain. No doubt about it.’
I felt a chill.
I knew Laches’ smiles were masks. All his smiles were deceptions.
Yet, he was a man who ultimately made me lower my guard.
‘He said it’s not kindness, but a whim.’
Every choice and moment with him was a whim.
Even the moments of sparing my life and deciding to kill.
All of it was possible because he was the great master of the Violenthus family.
That man, who seemed nothing like a noble from the outside, was in fact an arrogant noble to the core.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?”
My hurried steps, as if running towards an answer, were halted by someone’s hand.
“Your face is pale again. Is it a cold this time?”
A faint sound of air escaping lips followed by Laches’ laugh.
It was a deception.
“… The vase, it broke…”
I swallowed hard. His light smile, as insubstantial as dandelion seeds, strangely filled me with fear.
His firm resolve to never reveal his true self frightened me.
“If a vase broke, it’s understandable to turn pale. With a maid’s salary, it must have been expensive.”
“… Yes.”
I answered, exhaling steadily. Confronting my fear directly seemed to cool the blood racing in my head.
If Laches, this man, truly intends to be my killer…
Then, if he really does, I just need to make sure he can’t kill me.
There’s no guarantee that playing the role of an obedient maid will keep me safe from danger.
I lifted my head to meet Laches’ eyes head-on, not as an escape.
“So, you’re running away?”
For the first time, his hand on my wrist exerted pressure.
Laches’ eyes darkened with the question of whether I was running away.
As if that was his true nature.
“Huh? Answer me. Are you trying to run away?”
“… I’m going to get a dry cloth.”
“…?”
“For the water from the broken vase.”
Laches scrutinized me with his thin eyes as if discerning lies. Gradually, the strength in his hand lessened.
“I misunderstood. I thought you were running away.”
His murky expression, laden with impurities, cleared and ventilated.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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