The Duke was oddly considerate, or perhaps not, as he was dressed in a shirt and trousers instead of a gown even though he had just bathed. From the dampness at the ends of his hair, it seemed like he had indeed showered. However…
Scaha stared at the Duke, offering the handcuffs he had attached to the bed’s headboard a short time ago.
“You don’t have to do this, I won’t run away…”
The problem was that his consideration was rather ambiguous. Seeing him unnecessarily cuff her when she had no intention of escaping until she got her necklace back.
“Well.”
The Duke, unfazed by Scaha’s resentful gaze, approached leisurely and unlocked the handcuffs that were attached to the bed’s headboard.
With his tall stature and muscular body visible beneath the shirt, an unknown tension could be felt.
It was also difficult to face him while wearing an illfitting, large nightgown and a single transparent chemise.
It was Scaha who broke the unbearable silence first.
“If you were going to unlock it, why…”
Clearly, personality and appearance were separate realms. Looking at the mysteriously uplifted corner of his mouth, drawing an enchanting curve.
“We can’t bathe together… and if I don’t see you, you might run away again.”
How long can she pretend not to know when he’s blatantly reminding her? Before that, it would be nice if she could clear her suspicion…
“…I’m not the criminal.”
“Yeah, not the criminal, a suspect.”
“I wasn’t having an affair with the Lord either.”
As he heard her calmly refute the points he was suspicious of, including the phrase ‘affair,’ a hint of sarcasm crept into the Duke’s face.
“Enough. I said I’m tired.”
“…”
The already intimidatingly cold man spoke like this, and only now did the situation become slightly frightening.
After all, he is a lord with judicial power, someone who could execute her without her confession.
“That doesn’t mean you have to look so glum.”
“…I’m not glum.”
“Sure.”
With a flicker of laughter, he looked down past his red eyes to study the corners of her eyes.
“Starting with your eyes turning red.”
Even though he hadn’t touched her, the Duke’s gaze felt as though it were caressing her heated eye area.
After holding her gaze for a long time, he settled beside her, truly ready to lie down.
“Where do I…”
Scaha’s question was interrupted as she looked on in bewilderment at the man handcuffing himself to the bed’s headboard.
“Lie down.”
“Just give me another room…”
Cassard stopped pulling the bed’s cushion and stared at her sharply.
He truly didn’t think the girl would run away. Here, unlike the hospital, there were guards, and her mother’s heirloom necklace was in his hands.
But he was rather tired to escort her to the guest room, and leaving her alone might invite other men, just like in the prison.
“Why should I trust you? Running away, you’re good at that.”
Scaha stared at him blankly.
It was not as if he had any particular relationship with her to call it an escape, a man who lingered long on the events of her childhood. Whether his memory was good or what.
Of course, she knew he had carried her to the hospital and willingly given his blood.
But he was the Duke of Blahnath, and moreover, a man. Nothing in the world is free. The streets of Corb and Nemed had taught Scaha that life’s lesson.
Especially the men, regardless of age, were always kind to her and her wet nurse Etin, but at the end of that kindness, they always demanded a price.
Around the time the overlord of the slum began to demand that the still young Scaha be handed over as his concubine, her wet nurse fled the slum with Scaha and sought refuge in the Pione monastery.
So, the Duke’s words about sharing a bed with her did not sound pleasant at all.
“Then what should I trust to sleep in the same bed with Your Grace?”
The Duke chuckled at Scaha’s question as if it amused him.
“Well. My honor?”
“Honor…?”
Due to the Duke’s pull on her handcuffed hand, Scaha’s body collapsed onto the man’s upper body as if falling into a hug.
“Yeah. I am a Duke of the Parsard Empire, and I have no intention of mixing my body with a common woman like you and making a headache for myself.”
The man’s face, speaking with a composed expression from a distance close enough for their breaths to touch, was breathtakingly handsome. Even though he was spewing insulting words with that handsome face.
“So stop worrying about useless things and just lie down.”
When she woke from sleep, the Duke had already gone to his office. The handcuffs that were on until just before she fell asleep were nowhere to be found, and she found herself occupying the vast bed alone.
Rising with a tousled body, she couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief at the sight of a pale yellow freesia bouquet tumbling down over her body.
One thing was for sure, he was ready to insult her by calling her a commoner woman, but to present her with a bouquet as soon as she woke up?
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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