As Irene cautiously approached, Carlos grabbed her hand as if to snatch it.
“Ah.”
A short scream rang out. Suddenly sitting on his thigh, Irene’s small mouth opened.
“Wha, What…….”
“When the priests come, I might have to do more than this.”
More than this? For a moment, her golden eyes were greatly shaken by the fantasies that crossed her mind.
“So get used to it, and let’s practice from now on.”
“No, no need to practice……eek.”
Irene stiffened, letting out a strange noise when Carlos’s hand touched her waist.
That amused Carlos, and he laughed out loud.
“Just freezing up at this level, do you think you can handle it calmly when the priests come without practice?”
“…….”
Irene couldn’t confidently answer yes and closed her mouth.
During all this, she was very conscious of the area touching him, and her eyes kept dropping down. When she slightly moved her hips, hot breath brushed over her head.
“Moving like that is troublesome.”
What’s troublesome? As Irene looked puzzled, Carlos chuckled as if amused.
“You’re a child.”
Who? Am I a child?
“I’m not a child. I’m an adult.”
“I know.”
I don’t believe it though. Carlos said, releasing Irene’s waist.
Irene didn’t miss the opportunity, and quickly stood up.
Then, there was a knock at the door. Duse, who had been standing at the door, went out on behalf.
“Master.”
Duse’s expression was serious when he returned.
“The doves have just entered the territory.”
There was a reason for his serious expression. Dewey’s face also darkened.
“They’ve arrived already.”
On the other hand, Carlos laughed cheerfully. His eyes were cool, though.
“Dewey. Welcome them grandly. And check what I told you before.”
“Understood.”
“Duse, you keep an eye on them so they don’t mess around.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The twins left, and Irene was about to follow, but Carlos stopped her.
“From today, your bedroom is here.”
“What?”
So, does that mean I have to sleep here from today?
In the same bed?
Irene’s eyes naturally turned to the bed. Unlike Irene’s bed, adorned with laces and all sorts of fancy decorations, Carlos’s bed was simple but much bigger. It seemed large enough to accommodate several men.
Sure. That’s not a problem, but sleeping in the same bed is the problem.
Irene’s eyes trembled as she stared at the bed.
Of course, she knew that Carlos didn’t say it with any strange intentions. It was all to clear her name.
She knew that……but still, she didn’t want to. Did it really have to go this far? She wondered if she should speak up.
‘Should I say something?’
But would he listen if I said something? It seemed like he would just dismiss it as pointless talk.
Like others had done.
“If you have something to say, don’t hesitate to say it.”
Carlos’s added words tipped the balance of her wavering mind.
“There’s no need to share a bedroom, I think. Loving someone doesn’t necessarily mean sharing a bedroom…….”
Irene, overly tense, tightly clenched her wet skirt with her damp hands, expressing her opinion.
“Of course, it would look like a relationship between lovers… but it might seem too ostentatious, so the priests might think it’s strange.”
“Is that so?”
Carlos thought for a moment and then carelessly nodded his head.
“Yes, let’s do as you say.”
My goodness. My opinion was accepted.
“Then I need to get ready to welcome the doves. You’ll have to meet the doves soon, too, so go and get ready. Jessie will come too.”
“Yes.”
Irene, who said goodbye to Carlos and went outside, stood in front of the closed bedroom door and placed a hand on her chest. An unfamiliar feeling welled up in her chest for the first time in her life.
“He might not be as bad as I thought……”
Irene, who once again inadvertently let her inner thoughts slip, covered her mouth with her hand.
After quickly looking around to make sure no one was there, she trotted off to the bedroom.
It wasn’t long before news came that the priests had entered Duke Esper’s castle.
Though he was already prepared, Carlos did not go to greet them right away, but leisurely drank tea.
The smoke that had been billowing vanished, and when the tea in the pot that had been kept warm had cooled, his bottom finally detached from the deeply embedded sofa.
The priests waited for Carlos to head to the reception hall, with Dwei following him.
“I checked, and it doesn’t seem to be related to him.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
So this is an arbitrary act on the part of the temple?
Such absurd actions, I thought he must be involved, but it seems I was mistaken.
“Still, keep an eye on it.”
“Understood.”
They soon arrived at the reception hall as they talked. As Carlos entered, the waiting priests all looked at them.
Perhaps due to the long journey, the priests’ faces were showing signs of fatigue. The resentful looks were because Carlos had left them unattended for several hours.
Carlos neatly ignored the pouring glances and sat down in his seat. A middleaged man at the forefront of the priestly group bowed his head.
“Your Grace, I, Trophe, a faithful servant of Paradigm, humbly greet Carlos Dun Duke Esper.”
Since becoming a priest means being subordinate to the temple rather than the family, there was no last name.
Carlos accepted the greeting with a slight nod and sat back with a haughty attitude. Anyone could see it wasn’t a welcoming attitude.
The priests who were meeting Carlos for the first time were annoyed by his attitude, but Trophe was not. He spoke impassively, as if familiar.
“Thank you for personally welcoming us despite our sudden visit. The grace of our lord…….”
“That’s enough.”
Carlos snapped his fingers, as if he didn’t want to hear any unnecessary words.
“What’s the matter?”
“…….”
This time, perhaps feeling offended, Trophe paused for a moment but then bowed his head and replied.
“We came here for no other reason than the witch that Your Grace is harboring.”
Despite his monotonous voice, Trophe’s eyes were resolute as he raised his head.
“The principle is to burn the witch as soon as she is found. So please hand over the witch to us.”
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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