“That sounds wonderful!”
By the end of next year, our contract period would also be drawing to a close. If someone were to ask, and I said we were passionately preparing for a child every night, everyone would chuckle awkwardly and quickly change the subject.
Yet Yezar lightly tapped the bedsheet and added one more remark.
“Still, if a child resembling the lady were born, would it be fitting to whisper how delightful that would be during this warm honeymoon?”
“It would be fitting… but…”
A child resembling me? If it looked like me, it would probably be a wild, red-haired rambunctious little thing.
Even if we were to have a child… naturally, my mind filled with Yezar’s clear, sea-like eyes. His beautifully flowing golden hair in the wind, and that neat, handsome face.
“I’d say I’d prefer a child who looks like my husband.”
After saying it, even I didn’t understand why I had said such a thing.
“Is there a reason?”
But the answer flowed out naturally.
“…Well, a child resembling me might just cause endless trouble. A child resembling Yezar, on the other hand, would not only be beautiful and adorable, but also kind and gentle in temperament. That just feels better to me.”
After speaking, I realized—we weren’t actually planning to have a real child. Yet here we were, lying side by side in bed, discussing children like a real married couple. My face flushed red.
“Ahaha. Did I sound too serious? But to appear like a happily married couple enjoying a sweet newlywed life, it’s better to go into details, right?”
Yezar tilted his head toward me and gave a lovely, warm smile with his eyes.
“Not bad at all. Then, Julietta, how many children would you like to have?”
For some reason, his face was too close. I could feel his breath lightly touching my skin.
“I haven’t really thought about it… maybe one daughter and one son?”
“Yes. Then, one daughter resembling Julietta and one son resembling me?”
He even folded his fingers as he carefully counted them off.
“Y-yes, that would be it?”
“Alright. Then it’s time to sleep. Shall we lie down together?”
I struggled to pull myself together. Strangely, every single word he said sounded suggestive. It must be because the lustful demon inside my head was still very much alive.
Surely he wasn’t deliberately trying to seduce me.
“Good night, my lady.”
As he gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen over my face, I tightly shut my eyes and desperately prayed to the world testing me.
‘Please, please drive out the lustful demon within me. So that I don’t end up pouncing on Yezar.’
Fortunately, that night, whether the gods had heard my plea or not, nothing happened. To someone, perhaps, that was deeply disappointing.
[This is the timeline separator]The moment I opened my eyes, I launched a project to erase Yezar’s past love.
I had already burned all the letters, but given how long Yezar and Bertisha had spent together, the Ferhaem Dukedom undoubtedly harbored objects filled with their memories, lurking in every corner.
So I suggested to Yezar that we try removing any items touched by her past, and he nodded in agreement.
As a result, I was now wandering through Yezar’s and the Ferhaem Dukedom’s halls.
“This one… doesn’t hold any particular memories.”
“Then we can just leave it as is. What about that one?”
“That one… was a painting she liked, so I purchased it.”
“Is it expensive?”
“Not particularly.”
“Then what should we do?”
“Let’s remove it.”
Thus, we swiftly discussed and removed any object tied to memories of Bertisha.
We decided to sell the more expensive ones, since throwing them away would be a waste. We’d use the proceeds to contribute to household finances—perhaps as a form of financial therapy.
The Ferhaem Dukedom was overflowing with wealth anyway, but still, if possible, it was better to make some profit. This was my own proactive suggestion.
Surprisingly, because their time together had been so long, small memories kept spilling from Yezar’s lips. Watching him, I inexplicably felt suffocated inside, so I rushed to the training ground and swung a wooden sword dozens of times before returning.
Thirsty, I paused to drink some water and rest. Then Yezar appeared, showing me a neat, clean lunchbox from somewhere.
“I just remembered—this was the lunchbox we used when we went to the lake together.”
I recalled that Bertisha used to pack lunches for Camileo when going on outings, but since she was terrible at cooking, she had stopped after that. So this lunchbox couldn’t have been hers. Wait—could it be…
“Did Yezar pack this himself?”
I asked, surprised by the revelation, and he nodded.
“Yes. My mother said one should try packing a lunch at least once, so I ended up doing it… I remember everyone said it tasted delicious.”
I see. Yezar is good at cooking. What exactly is this man incapable of?
“Wow. That must’ve been wonderful. A lunchbox packed by Yezar.”
I was genuinely impressed. Then, shyly, he asked me.
“If the weather is nice and we go out together again someday, may I pack a lunchbox for you?”
“Huh? Really?”
“It won’t taste as good as you might hope, but if you permit it, I’d like to.”
I was overjoyed, but hesitated—would it be too much trouble for him? He was already busy, after all.
“I’d love it, but… Yezar is so busy. I feel bad asking you to do extra work.”
“Not at all.”
His firm reply made me unintentionally smile. He was just as stubborn as I thought. Even if I said it was fine, he wouldn’t back down from his intention.
“Alright then, I’ll leave it to you.”
A lunchbox packed by him. I was already looking forward to it. But wasn’t I supposed to be doing something else just now?
Snapping back to reality, I returned to the main topic.
“Oh! But that’s not important—why do you still have this?”
Right now, I was diligently helping Yezar clean up traces of his past love. I shouldn’t be wasting time on other things.
“My mother insisted on keeping it as a memento, and ever since then, I completely forgot it existed.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes. She’s the kind who celebrates and cherishes every little thing.”
I didn’t know much about Yezar’s parents. After all, even at the wedding, they briefly showed their faces before hurrying downstairs, complaining that the capital was too noisy.
But I clearly remembered the words they said while holding my hands.
“Please take good care of our son. Our beautiful daughter-in-law.”
“We’ll come visit the dukedom when we think of you! Until then, get along well with this clumsy son of ours.”
They vanished so quickly that my memories were hazy, but I knew they were kind people.
“Then, I’ll dispose of this right away.”
“But my mother kept it as a memento. Is it alright?”
“Your mother celebrates and gets excited over everything, so it’s fine. And now, I’d rather think of Julietta, who’s working so hard for me.”
Saying so, he neatly categorized the lunchbox as something to be discarded.
Seeing this, it seemed he had completely forgotten Bertisha. But if Ember had come to me with such a request, it meant that the current Yezar was merely hiding it—he was still suffering from the wounds of the past.
Suddenly, I wondered—would erasing these traces really solve anything?
“Lady, what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing at all. Let’s keep going!”
My cheerful reply made Yezar smile back. But as I smiled, I kept thinking hard.
Indeed, this wasn’t enough. Heartbreak is ultimately forgotten only through a new love.
When I had told Yezar that heartbreak is best overcome with new love, he replied as if saying—he already had a wife now, so he didn’t want to hear such things.
‘Hmm. What should I do?’
[This is the timeline separator]While I was deep in thought, we had mostly finished clearing out objects tied to Bertisha within the Ferhaem Dukedom.
With one round of items removed, the place felt empty, so we spent busy days consulting with the steward and rearranging new furnishings.
‘Now I should gradually start buying Yezar a pair of gloves as a gift. The weather is getting warmer, so it’d be awkward to keep using season-inappropriate gloves.’
Just as I was thinking this, the day turned out perfect. Thinking I couldn’t delay any longer, I hurriedly prepared to go out and buy gloves for Yezar.
Then suddenly, a great idea struck me, and I ran to find Yezar.
He seemed to have just returned from the training ground, wiping sweat with a towel.
“Julietta, what is it?”
Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair. His clothes clung to his body from sweat, naturally revealing his abdominal muscles.
I struggled to calm my mind, deliberately avoiding looking at his body. Glancing around, I confirmed no servants were nearby, then called out to him.
“I have something I’m curious about regarding Yezar.”
“What is it?”
“Um… well…”
“Yes, my lady?”
“…Something like your ideal type?”
I couldn’t just push someone new into his life outright. I wanted to slowly learn what kind of person he was attracted to, so that before I left, I could help him find a new love.
Yezar paused briefly, then answered quite specifically.
“A lively person, with a round forehead, slightly upturned eyes, small, red lips, and not particularly short in height.”
“That’s very detailed.”
“Yes. Also, I’d prefer if her hair were wavy and long enough to reach her waist.”
Somehow, this didn’t sound like Bertisha’s appearance. I pictured Yezar’s ideal type, recalling the traits he mentioned. Then I realized something.
Wait a second. Isn’t this… me?
I glanced at him sideways—his eyes were playfully curved with a teasing glint.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
