You And I Live In Different Worlds (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“I appreciate your kindness, but… I don’t feel like meeting anyone just yet, Madam.”
The next day, Melie gently declined Eda’s offer.
No matter how much she thought it over, that seemed like the better choice.
Seeing her bow her head deeply out of guilt, Eda Felton spoke in a gentle voice.
“So you’ve decided that after all, Melie.”
“Yes, I’m truly sorry, Madam.”
“Why on earth would you apologize for that?”
Eda shook her head and reminded her of what she’d said the other day.
“Don’t worry about it. Didn’t I tell you that you don’t have to meet anyone if you don’t feel like it?”
“…….”
Melie knew Eda wouldn’t scold her for something like this, but she’d still been secretly anxious—so she felt immensely relieved.
Resolving to do anything Eda asked of her except this unwanted marriage, she left Eda’s room and returned to her own quarters.
Meanwhile, the moment the door closed behind Melie, Eda Felton’s ever-kind smile twisted coldly at the corners.
“‘I don’t feel like meeting anyone just yet’….”
As Eda quietly mulled over Melie’s words, her face grew even more scornful.
‘I said she had the freedom to choose, but I never thought she’d actually believe she was free.’
I assumed she’d agree to meet him out of guilt toward me. Once they met, I planned to push the marriage through in the blink of an eye. Yet, somehow, it had already fallen apart before even beginning—Eda couldn’t help but feel puzzled the more she thought about it.
Aside from his age—forty—and not being of noble birth, Sir Blair had ample wealth and a clean reputation with women, making him a decent match. His looks were rather plain, perhaps… but Melie wasn’t in a position to be picky about appearance, was she?
Could it be that Edric had raised her expectations too high?
Edric was her own son, after all—and undeniably exceptional.
Handsome, amiable, and possessing outstanding leadership as both the head of his house and lord of vast lands—there wasn’t a single thing lacking in him.
Having spent over a decade close to such an outstanding man, it was no wonder her standards had risen. That must be why she’d refused without even knowing her place.
The mistress’s true thoughts were far pettier than the kindness she showed others.
She cared for the girl out of regard for her late friend, but she couldn’t possibly allow her to become a burden not only to herself but also to her son.
“Should I take her with me down to the duchy?”
The mistress murmured softly, resting her chin in her hand.
Tch—. She disliked that idea.
But if that was the only way, she’d have no choice. After all, she couldn’t very well drag Melie by the hair and shove her in front of Sir Blair.
‘Why must I trouble myself over such nonsense?’
With an irritated sigh, Eda leaned back and reached for the bell on her desk, intending to have a warm bath and calmly consider her next move.
The instant her fingertips touched the small silver desk bell—
“……!”
Eda froze, struck by a sudden thought.
She’d just thought of a good plan.
A way to place Melie before Blair without having to drag her by the hair.
[This is the timeline separator]“Welcome, Duke Felton.”
Rosalyn warmly greeted Edric at the entrance of her home.
Just having stepped down from his carriage, Edric sweetly complimented her beauty and offered his arm.
“You’re as dashing as ever, Your Grace.”
Rosalyn slipped her arm through his and returned the compliment.
“Is Marquis Adel away on business?”
“Father is always away on business. And Mother never stays home for even a moment.”
Rosalyn lightly disparaged her mother. Edric gently defended her in a soft tone.
“Given our station, I believe there’s no need to remain confined at home. Servants handle household matters, after all. It’s far more beneficial to one’s husband to build connections actively in society.”
“Honestly, I think the same. It seems we understand each other well, Your Grace.”
Rosalyn smiled broadly with satisfaction as she looked up at her fiancé.
“That must be why they say marriage works best between similar people.”
Edric nodded with a smile.
He had no reason to disagree. He’d never once considered a marriage beneath his station—
and never would.
While they chatted in the drawing room, a maid brought in tea.
Edric took only a sip or two out of politeness, holding his teacup for most of the time without drinking.
Even those few sips seemed to bring on a headache.
‘I suppose this household doesn’t even know how to properly brew tea.’
He longed for the tea Melie used to make.
No one else prepared refreshingly fragrant tea to his taste quite like her.
Could that be why?
Why he’d wanted to keep Melie close?
Impossible. Tea was something he could take or leave.
He simply felt sorry that an old friend might be forced into a marriage she didn’t want.
His mother had always wanted to get rid of the girl, yet she concealed that intention perfectly, wearing the mask of a benevolent guardian whenever Melie was around.
Just as Melie had agreed to attend the unwanted meeting out of gratitude for her mother’s kindness and consideration, she might just as easily agree to an unwanted marriage—so he wanted to save her.
Since he couldn’t expose his mother’s duplicity—for Melie’s sake or his mother’s—he had no choice but to reason with the girl himself.
Yes, that was the only reason.
That was why he’d tried to stop Melie’s meeting.
Edric had already heard from a servant that Melie had refused his mother’s matchmaking proposal that morning.
She’d listened to him well since childhood—and, as expected, she’d listened again this time.
He’d been secretly worried when she’d said she’d think it over…
With a satisfied smile, Edric cheerfully continued the conversation.
Belonging to the same world, their dialogue flowed effortlessly.
Rosalyn not only spoke of society but also brought up topics like polo matches, hunting, and fencing—subjects typically appealing to men—to keep his interest piqued.
“I took a few fencing lessons once. It helped me greatly with balance. Would you teach me sometime when you’re free? I’d like to learn properly this time.”
“I’d be honored.”
Edric was the type to match his companion’s interests, so their conversation shifted as naturally as the changing seasons.
The discussion took an unexpected turn when the Heir of the Adel Marquis House, Francis Adel, entered.
“Rosalyn!”
Calling out loudly to his legal sister, he strode in brashly—but stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing Edric.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you had a guest.”
After a brief awkward expression, he quickly composed himself and bowed politely to Edric, who returned the gesture flawlessly.
“I’ll see you later, Rosalyn.”
Francis turned to leave—but Edric stopped him.
“Won’t you join us, Viscount Adel?”
“Do stay, Fran.”
Rosalyn chimed in with a calm smile.
“Oh, if you’re sure? Then I won’t refuse….”
Francis immediately took a seat beside Rosalyn, as if he’d been waiting for just such an invitation.
Edric pretended to sip his tea while carefully observing the young man.
Black hair, amber eyes. Though reasonably handsome, his face still looked somewhat youthful. Edric scrutinized every detail—the untidy collar revealing his collarbone, the faint brown spots on his rolled-up forearms—all within that brief moment.
If their future child inherited even one of those traits after marriage, he’d order a paternity test.
And if it turned out the child wasn’t his…
A pleased smile rose to Edric’s lips.
Either outcome benefited him. If the child was his, he’d secure a noble heir; if not, he’d gain an absolute weakness with which to manipulate the prestigious Adel family.
That’s precisely why unions between great noble houses were so advantageous…
“By the way, I saw her.”
Francis suddenly addressed Edric.
“The young lady I saw at your estate the other day… Miss Ellie, was it?”
“…….”
Edric realized he was referring to Melie.
“Anyway, I saw that young lady enter the opera house just now.”
“Why would she go there?”
Rosalyn asked, eyes wide with surprise.
“Well, it’s an opera house—she must have gone to see an opera. She was with the Dowager Duchess, I think.”
A look of puzzlement flickered in Edric’s navy-blue eyes.
‘Mother took Melie?’
His mother was affectionate toward Melie—but only within the privacy of their home.
She didn’t care for her enough to openly bring her into public view where others could see.
What had prompted such a sudden change?
“So Miss Melie enjoys opera. That’s wonderful! I love opera too—we can go together sometime.”
Rosalyn’s eyes sparkled dreamily, then she turned to Francis again.
“What opera was it? One we’ve seen recently?”
“No, not that one, Rosalyn. It was ‘Alicias’s Night.’ I’ll reserve seats for you if you’d like.”
Francis replied with an adoring look toward his sister, then shifted his gaze to Edric.
“But there was a man with her too.”
“…….”
“I overheard his name… Blair, I think? Their atmosphere was rather strange—almost like a matchmaking meeting.”
Edric’s grip tightened momentarily on his teacup.
But he calmly took a sip and replied with a composed expression.
“I see. Meetings between young men and women are the privilege of youth.”
The tea still didn’t suit his taste, yet Edric didn’t furrow his brow. Bitter, unpleasant tea was nothing compared to the other thoughts now darkening his mood.
“I apologize.”
He uncrossed his legs and set his teacup down.
Clack.
The sound of porcelain meeting porcelain marked the end of an otherwise pleasant meeting.
“I just remembered I have an appointment. Since your brother has arrived, may I take my leave now, Rosalyn?”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Seeing tears from someone who rarely cried pierced Edric’s heart.
Millie is really miserable for falling in love with this man.Sadly, Millie has nowhere to return to, no family and no friends.
Seeing tears from someone who rarely cried pierced Edric’s heart.
Yup, he’s tormenting her. Saying that to make her feel miserable.
‘It’s because the tea at your house tastes awful.’
Haha! I liked Edric’s thinking. If only he had said it right to her face. But he is noble and does not speak badly in front of a person.
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I feel sorry for Millie; living in an environment that doesn’t suit you is incredibly harsh.
His mother is going to explode 😂😂😂 Please don’t mess this up 🙏🏼
I just can’t wait when the regret arc starts