I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 103
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So Ivonne had been unknowingly sending signals with her whole body, shouting ‘I like you!’ while Rix remained completely unfazed. Moreover, despite seeming awkward and indecisive, Rix was actually quite stubborn and strong-willed.
‘People like that don’t get swept off their feet just because someone confesses their love impulsively.’
If anything, they would firmly reject such advances and leave. In other words, the love Ivonne had only just realized was hopeless from the start. It was a perfect example of ‘a love destined to fail.’ No wonder she felt so desperate and defeated.
“Sigh… Sigh. What a cursed fate I have…”
Her past relationship with her ex was more like a master-servant relationship from the beginning, draining her until it eventually cost her life. And after being reincarnated, she found herself in love with Rix.
‘Some people say that when you fall in love, the whole world turns pink, and even cockroaches seem adorable…’
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for Ivonne. Looking closely between her hair, she might see the world in pink, but having to strain so hard just to see that pink was disheartening and bleak.
There are loves that can only be achieved when the heavens and the earth change, and Ivonne’s love was one of those. The thought made her stomach churn and her emotions feel seasick, but what could she do?
“Just go to sleep.”
There’s a saying: don’t make promises when you’re happy, and don’t make decisions when you’re sad. Similarly, it’s wise not to think too deeply in the early hours.
In the ambiguous time of dawn, neither day nor night, thinking alone only leaves one with the dregs of their thoughts. It never leads to positive outcomes, so it’s best not to engage in such thinking at all.
Ivonne closed her eyes. Though she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, she resigned herself to staying awake through the night.
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Late at night, in a room filled with the mournful groans of an old man, a figure appeared.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
Unaware of the intruder in his room, the old man lay in the large bed, groaning in pain. Perhaps he was having a nightmare; his white eyebrows furrowed deeply, making him look pitiful.
After all, it made sense that he couldn’t sleep well. The long war, which he managed to endure without outright defeat, had ended in a loss during his reign.
Thus, the King of the Osbloom Kingdom was tormented every night by guilt and shame after being defeated by the Crown Prince of the Sortenic Empire.
But the late-night visitor, who had snuck in quietly, seemed indifferent to the king’s suffering or didn’t mind if his intrusion was discovered.
“Conraid.”
The intruder dared to call the king by his name, shaking him awake. He was none other than the man who had witnessed the last moments of Celestia.
What conversation transpired that early morning between King Conraid of Osbloom and the man who witnessed Celestia’s final moments remains known only to the two of them. However, judging by the decisions Conraid made soon after, it’s clear the conversation wasn’t pleasant.
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On a lazy early morning of a holiday, Ivonne gasped as she read the special edition newspaper brought by a neighbor. She then hurriedly ran to Rix, whom she had been awkwardly avoiding for days.
“Rix!”
“I-Ivonne?”
Rix, who had just woken up and was tidying his bedding, looked at her with wide eyes. Without his glasses, he looked unfamiliar, almost vulnerable.
‘He looks a lot like the Crown Prince.’
If his long bangs hadn’t partially covered his eyes, and if Ivonne hadn’t been in such a panic, she might have noticed a striking resemblance.
“What’s… going on?”
Rix tried to act normal, putting on his glasses to cover his unease. His heart pounded loudly, not for Ivonne this time, but for himself.
“There’s a… war!”
Ivonne’s face was a mix of panic and intensity as she shoved the newspaper at Rix.
“….A war?”
“It’s true, look here! Berte’s father brought this special edition just now!”
Rix appeared bewildered. It was understandable; he had just woken up and now was being told that a war had broken out.
Without taking the newspaper from Ivonne, Rix leaned forward, looking down at it. This unintentional display of arrogance suited him surprisingly well. Despite the urgency of the situation, Ivonne found herself momentarily captivated.
‘Such behavior must come naturally to him. He really might be a noble who got into the civil service through connections.’
She still didn’t know much about Rix’s background. She had once subtly asked about it with Johann but was met with a sharp look.
‘At that time, the department head mentioned that Rix left home because his family situation wasn’t good.’
This implied that Rix’s background was a sensitive topic, one she should respect despite her curiosity. It wasn’t easy to suddenly ask, ‘What do your parents do?’ even if they were close and lived together.
Moreover, the fact that he was hiding his identity….maybe it was a potentially ‘dangerous’ situation. Nobles usually kept their identities hidden for two main reasons.
‘Either they come from a criminal family, or they aren’t actually nobles at all.’
