My mind momentarily stopped.
Desire?
From him, of all people, towards me?
I stared at him silently, not realizing I had forgotten to breathe.
The back of my hand, touched by his fingertips that had somehow reached out, felt excessively hot.
Unable to look away or lower my head, I just kept staring for a long time.
It was only when he finally gently pulled my hand that I could inhale with a gasp.
“What, Your Highness. What are you saying now…?”
“I mean exactly what I said, Vi. No, Amelia. I want to get along well with you.”
Leoprick smiled at me, his eyes crinkling.
His touch gently brushed my hair.
Is it my imagination that there seems to be an inexplicable tenderness in his gaze directed at me?
“So I will try my best to be the man you want.”
An indescribable pain seeped into that voice.
That red gaze, which had been holding me immobile, tightened even more firmly.
Why on earth was he giving me such a look?
“If you like my smiling face, I will smile, and if you like a kind person, I will treat you kindly. If you ask for time, I will gladly give it to you.”
The desire caught in his gaze intensified.
Emotions that clearly had no reason to intensify, no, that had no reason to exist in the first place, increasingly ensnared me.
The feeling of invisible hands grabbing me from all directions, trying to bind me completely to his side.
Without realizing it, I swallowed dryly, transfixed by that gaze.
“So, Amelia.”
The voice that had been cloyingly clinging to my ears gradually lowered.
It burrowed into my ear intimately, begging me not to turn away from him.
Even if that wasn’t the case, he had already captured all of my attention.
“Please allow me to be by your side.”
He gently closed his eyes and lifted a strand of my hair.
Then, as if to show off, he brought it to his lips and slowly kissed it, not breaking eye contact with me.
It’s a dizzying gaze that makes my whole body flush red.
I crumpled the gown in my hands tightly at the intensely intimate gaze that made my face burn.
“No matter what happens, I will never leave you.”
The smile at the end of his gaze is excessively radiant.
At that smile, gesturing as if to tempt me, I ended up squeezing my eyes shut.
* * *
Leoprick Baldini Reinhart was handsome beyond words.
A sharp jawline and nose bridge as if carved by God himself.
Long eyelashes that could make women envious and eyes filled with melancholy.
Unlike his neat and tidy personality, his subtly decadent atmosphere was enough to stimulate the naughty imaginations of many women.
Especially, his robust physique, honed through years of swordsmanship and physical training, had something peculiar that made people imagine what was underneath even when he was clothed.
I heard that there were even secret groups actively supporting the Crown Prince.
But I thought that was just the talk of women who were dazzled by his appearance, and it would never become my story.
I thought only fools who don’t know the true nature of the other person and don’t know what real love is would be captivated by appearances.
I knew Leoprick to some extent, and the things I believed to be love had turned out to be illusions.
Who would have imagined that someone like me would be captivated by that handsome face?
“Is it all done now?”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling, as he watched me examining the contract.
I had suggested making a written contract because I couldn’t quite trust him coming on so strongly.
He had said he would become the man I liked, and without a second word, he agreed to do whatever made me comfortable.
At first, he opposed it, saying contracts were meaningless, but when I said I really wanted it, he finally nodded.
“It seems to be all done. You can sign here.”
As I handed over the contract, Leoprick quietly picked up the pen.
Then, he added a clause at the very end stating, ‘This contract can be extended or modified with the consent of both parties,’ and before I could object, he signed at the bottom.
My signature was already there, and with his signature just now, the contract was complete.
Was it because I had made the contract too meticulously?
Regardless of whether I liked the hastily added clause or not, the contract was perfect enough to be notarized by a lawyer as is.
“…You have a talent for captivating people, Your Highness.”
“Then, are you captivated by me as well?”
“I’m not joking. You added a clause I didn’t agree to.”
“Isn’t it the same for you? Didn’t you think of a contract without even consulting me?”
When I let out a small sigh, Leoprick shrugged as if to say we were even.
Wondering if he might be angry, I examined his face, but he met my eyes and smiled that captivating smile.
“Now that the contract is settled, can we talk about something else?”
He reached out and grasped the wine bottle.
He said he wanted to talk about something else, but is he suggesting we drink?
I silently watched and accepted the glass he offered.
The wine rippled slightly in the glass as I gently swirled it.
Will everything really be alright from now on?
Looking at the swirling wine, such thoughts came to mind.
I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the clause Leoprick had added at the end, stating ‘The content can be modified or the term extended with the agreement of both parties.’
It’s strange to begin with that someone who didn’t show the slightest interest in anything I did in my past life is suddenly trying to do something.
I thought that knowing the future meant only bright days ahead.
But when it actually came down to it, this was a life with a different meaning.
As I silently swirled the wine glass without saying anything, he stared at me intently.
“Do you regret it?”
His voice was a little lower than usual.
Perhaps rather than low, it could be perceived as a heavy voice.
I quietly brought the glass to my lips and then looked down at the half-empty glass again.
“Do you think I regret it?”
“You have that kind of face.”
“…It’s too late to regret, Your Highness.”
You too, and me.
Swallowing the words I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud, I finished emptying the glass.
“If I had regretted it, I probably wouldn’t have shown up at the wedding.”
I had already returned at a time when it was too late to run away.
Although partially, I felt sorry for Leoprick, who had his life mortgaged to a woman like me, but at the same time, I knew there was no other way.
I drained the remaining wine in my glass and set it down.
“And regret is something you do for a lifetime.”
Because you can’t avoid making foolish choices while living.
No sooner had I spoken than my glass was filled again.
After filling my glass to the brim, Leoprick also filled his own glass.
“But aren’t there things in life you absolutely don’t want to regret?”
“That doesn’t mean people always make the right choices, does it?”
“At least it’s less regrettable than not choosing anything at all.”
Leoprick emptied his glass again.
Then he turned towards me, who was still tilting my glass.
“So I don’t regret this marriage, Amelia.”
His words, laid down heavily, were full of solemnity.
I felt the desire slowly filling his gaze as it touched me again.
Even without deliberately turning to face him, I could feel that vividness, and I felt like my throat was burning again.
“Since we’re doing this, I want to do it well.”
“Isn’t marriage usually something you do with someone you really want to get along with?”
“Not all beginnings are the same. I’ve made my choice, and I intend to do my best not to regret it in the future.”
A faint smile crossed Leoprick’s gaze.
He looked at me intently as I stubbornly kept my gaze fixed on the wine glass, and then he reached out his hand.
Then, with a gentle touch, he slowly removed the already empty glass from my hand.
“So please help me too, Amelia.”
The soft whisper, seemingly gentle but filled with an intense emotion, made me turn to look at him.
He smiled gently and slowly lowered his head towards me.
And, he captured my expression full of confusion in his eyes.
I thought that red gaze, now seeming to burn beyond haziness, was ensnaring me again, and at that moment.
A large hand cupped my cheek, and before I could be surprised, his lips gently touched my forehead and then pulled away.
As our eyes met again, Leoprick smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling.
“It’s our wedding night, so this much is okay, right?”
And that was the last memory of that night.
* * *
When I opened my eyes again, faint sunlight was shining through the curtains.
I blinked slowly, gradually awakening my still drowsy mind.
I was sure I had been talking with Leoprick, but when did I lie down?
And why is the time already like this…
I tried to recall what had happened last night while lying there blankly.
He kept acting differently from what I remembered, making him unfamiliar and awkward, so I couldn’t even make eye contact properly.
I think I was rejecting him in my own way while listening to Leoprick’s incomprehensible words.
His attitude, which seemed to be constantly seducing me for some reason, also played a part.
In my past life, he was someone who so thoroughly maintained boundaries, so why this sudden change now?
I slowly sat up as my vision gradually became clearer, rolling my eyes around.
As I lifted the rustling blanket and raised my body, something fell down with a thud.
‘…An arm?’
As if it had been embracing me, a heavy arm fell onto my legs.
After a moment of assessing the situation, I slowly turned my head to the side, and at the end of my gaze…
“Ah.”
Leoprick was lying there, sound asleep, with red scratches on his arm.
What on earth had happened before falling asleep?
I looked at him sleeping with slightly irritated eyes, then lifted the blanket slightly just in case.
“When did this…”
As expected, the bed sheet was stained red.
I wondered if history had been made while I was asleep, but my body felt too fine for that.
My waist didn’t hurt, my muscles weren’t screaming, and not even my lower parts were in pain.
There’s no way Leoprick would have done anything to me while I was asleep.
It seems I had fallen asleep as if fainting, and Leoprick had cut his own arm in the meantime to prevent any possible rumors.
He’s oddly meticulous in strange ways.
I smiled wryly and gazed at him sleeping again.
With his eyes gently closed and his golden hair disheveled on the bed like a painting, he looked like a work of art.
In my past life, I didn’t know this person’s face was this beautiful.
Recalling last night that made me newly aware of his handsomeness, I shook my head.
It was better when I didn’t know.
Why on earth has he changed like this?
After staring at him sleeping for a long time, taking steady breaths, I quietly left the bed.
No matter how much he has changed, what I need to do from now on won’t change much.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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