It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 45
Theory and reality were certainly different.
I used to click my tongue at romance novel heroines who failed to notice the male lead’s desire, mocking their obliviousness. But now that I was in their shoes, I was no better.
In fact, I had let him see through me completely, backing myself into a corner.
“Or… cornered… was it really that?”
Just as Lionel had been flustered and embarrassed, I felt much the same.
But for entirely different reasons.
“I… accepted a proposal from a highly virile duke with… a truly massive…”
The phrase alone sounded like the title of a scandalous novel that would never pass a content review.
My heart pounded violently in my chest.
I had spent days wondering— Did Lionel fall for me at first sight? Does he actually love me? At times, the idea seemed delusional —nothing more than a foolish dream.
After all, he was the head of House Luanax, a position of power that I dare not covet as a daughter of a fallen noble family.
‘Even when the House of Solen was at its peak, the odds would have been slim.’
So, I had always dismissed my hopes as wishful thinking, as nothing more than my desperate desire to escape Axion.
Or maybe, I feared, this was all some cruel joke.
But now, Lionel had admitted it himself: he has feelings for me.
He desired me. Perhaps it might not be love, but at the very least, his body responded to me.
I couldn’t have been more fortunate that he asked me to marry him.
If it had been Axion who found me at the monastery first, I would have been a mere concubine, unworthy of being a mistress—trapped in his bedroom. But luckily I met Lionel. And now, I was about to become a duchess.
‘I have what he wants.’
The realization brought me an immense sense of relief.
Ever since the day I lost my family, fear and anxiety had consumed me. Nightmares had plagued me, countless nights spent jerking awake in terror.
I had longed for safety —for a fortress to shield me from harm.
And now, knowing that Lionel needed me, I could finally rely on him with ease.
I could not have been more pleased.
“Your Grace, I don’t think this illness can be cured with divine power.”
Even if it could, I certainly had no intention of healing it.
“Is that so?”
Since I was seated on his lap, our eyes were nearly level. I gazed into his deep crimson eyes and smiled playfully.
“Perhaps it will heal naturally—If I become your wife.”
“So, you’re accepting my proposal… even after knowing about this?”
“Yes. I am.”
There was nothing normal about Lionel’s condition.
And yet, he had such iron control over himself that he never once showed it outright. He had even gone so far as to offer separate bedrooms after marriage.
In this world full of ruthless men with terrible personalities, how many were as incredibly patient, considerate, and handsome as Lionel?
“I won’t tell you to reconsider. We don’t have that luxury.”
Lionel… thankfully looked as pleased as I was.
But not in a joyful, overjoyed way. Rather, he seemed glad that things had gone as planned—That something that could have been complicated was handled swiftly and efficiently.
Had Lionel planned to pursue me until I agreed, no matter what?
Perhaps it was a blessing that I accepted so soon.
“Then let’s draft the contract immediately. Shall we finalize your secularization by tomorrow?”
Shouldn’t I be the one desperate to secure my position as duchess? Yet for some reason, he was the one pushing for urgency.
SadBeech
Get it girl !!! Finally a man who isn’t an asshole off the bat and wants to treat his girl right.