The Blackened Second Male Lead’s Wife

Lucian showed no reaction to what Carlix said. 

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Calix clicked his tongue as if he was upset with Lucian’s unresponsiveness.

“Hmph, insolent fellow.
I wonder who made it possible so that you can sit here comfortably.” 

Then he whispered in Lucian’s ear in a low voice. 

“I wrote the novel.”

Carlix went on, as Lucian furrowed his eyebrows as if he had no idea what he was talking about. 

“I wrote the novel that the ladies were talking about earlier, so that the women would sympathize and defend when you return.”

“……!”

Lucian’s eyes widened at Carlix’s shocking confession. 

Carllix raised the corners of his mouth with a triumphant expression.

That’s right. 

Eric, the author of “The Cursed Knight and the Lady”, was actually Carlix! Ba-bam! 

I asked Carlix a favor.
To find a way to get as many people as possible to protect Lucian when he returns.

One of the things he did to do that was publish a novel about me and Lucian. 

‘I didn’t expect Carlix to write it himself.’

It was not a bluff to say that he was a genius and talented in all areas.

Carlix said with a peculiarly cocky smile.

“You don’t have to be touched by my thoughtfulness.
I didn’t do it for you anyway.
I only did my friend a favor.” 

Friend.

Lucian immediately recognized that he was referring to me. 

At that moment Lucian’s expressionless face broke.
An incomparable evil energy came out of Lucian.

I made a move before he jumped at Carlix. 

“Reward!” 

It was the magical word. 

Lucian finally came to his senses and held back his anger. 

Looking at Lucian, who had bitten his lips and collected his emotions, Carliix said.

“You’ve truly become a dog.” 

“…Carlix, come here.” 

Carlix was eventually taken away by Estelle. 

Although there were such incidents, it was a successful comeback nonetheless.

* * * 

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At the end of the banquet, Lucian and I left for the castle.
I wanted to enjoy the banquet until the end, but I couldn’t afford to wait. 

Not me, but Lucian.

We hurried into the carriage we were waiting for. 

The coachman was not in his seat, as Lucian said he wouldn’t be.
In the private space with only the two of us, Lucian said as he clinged to me.

“Did I do well?” 

“Well, you did a great job.” 

“Then, give me a reward.” 

He whispered as he came close enough I could feel his breath.

“The reward Nia promised to give me today is a hundred kisses.” 

I nodded with a flushed face. 

At that moment, a hot flame fluttered in Lucian’s red eyes.
In it, there was joy.

Lucian liked everything I gave him. 

My ‘I love you’s. 

My smiles.

Nevertheless, his favorite thing to do was to kiss me. 

Lucian’s kisses would always start on my forehead. 

From my forehead. 

To above my closed eyes. 

To both sides of my cheeks. 

To the tip of my nose. 

And on the lips. 

I heard Lucian, who kissed my lips, let out a little giggle. 

“It’s soft.” 

And he kissed my lips once more. 

‘Uh.
My heart is about to explode.’

Is it because it’s so narrow that I can feel his breath? 

I felt an overwhelming amount of tension and excitement. 

How long has it been? 

I quietly called Lucian.

“Lucian, stop.”

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“I still have 68 kisses left.”

I could feel his willingness to never stop in his stubborn voice.

“The rest will continue a little later.” 

“No.”

“Are we going to stay here all night?” 

“We can’t do that?” 

Stay up all night kissing each other in the carriage? That’s… something worth trying at least once, but not now.

I pushed Lucian away and said.

“Not today.
We’re going to see my father.” 

“…….”

Lucian looked like he was full of complaints. 

The moment he was going to say ‘no’ again, I took the initiative. 

“It makes me feel upset thinking about my father worrying about me.” 

“…..!”

“It breaks my heart.” 

“…..” 

“Lucian, you don’t like that, do you?” 

This was another way I handled Lucian.

Lucian was weak to the sweet rewards, but he was also weak at saying no to me. 

He looked at me with the most troubled face in the world. 

After a while, looking like a defeated general, he hugged me and said.

“I see.” 

I patted him on the back with a smile. 

Good boy, my Lucian. 

* * * 

Lucian and I went to Marquis Lilac’s mansion. 

My father was as upset as I expected. 

How hurt he must be, when he saw us from where he was sitting on a chair, his first words were… 

“Who are you?” 

As I expected, I answered brazenly. 

“Father’s daughter and son-in-law.”

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“I don’t have a daughter like you, or especially, a crazy son-in-law.” 

“I see.
What about this? I’ve brought as many presents as I can for my father who I haven’t seen in a long time.” 

The word ‘presents’ loosened my father’s guard for a while.

I didn’t miss the opportunity and held out a huge box in front of my father. 

The box was filled with sparkling diamonds. 

“Diamonds are a specialty of the Kardien estate.” 

“Hmph, I don’t need it.
You’re wrong if you thought these diamonds would make me feel better.” 

I grabbed a big diamond and waved it around before my father’s eyes. 

“I heard that you can get 5,000 gold with one of these.”

Five thousand gold. 

With that amount of money, you can buy dozens of Lawrence watches, which my father loved.

My father’s mouth hung open as he looked at the diamond in my hand. 

My father hurriedly gathered his expression and said in a stern voice.

“I’m Jordi Lilac, not a snob who’s easily swayed by such things.” 

Dad.
Those lines are perfect. 

Though his physical performance wasn’t.

Unlike his spirited lines, father’s nostrils were wide open as he held the box in his arms, fiddling with diamonds. 

‘All right.
Just a little more.’

That’s not all I’ve prepared.

I had another secret weapon to make my father feel better. 

I tapped Lucian on the arm. 

Lucian held out an envelope in front of father. 

Father frowned at Lucian. 

“What is this? A blank check? Land registry certificate? It’s no use giving me that stuff.
I really don’t care about such worldly things…” 

Father said, opening the envelope. 

My father’s eyes trembled as he looked at the paper in the envelope. 

Father blinked in disbelief and looked at Lucian.

Lucian replied. 

“This is Mrs.
Monsel’s address.” 

“…!” 

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My father covered his mouth with a face struck by lightning.

Monsel. 

She, whose name was sweet and tender… was father’s first love.
A woman who brightened up the young 16-year-old transitioning from his childhood to adolescent.

Father looked at Lucian with a tearful face. 

“H-how do you know Mrs.
Monsel?” 

“You told me about her before.
You said that she was the most unforgettable of the many women you have seen before you married.” 

“You remember that?” 

Lucian smiled and nodded.

….At that moment, a wave of emotion hit my father’s face. 

“You remembered what I said.
Wahh.” 

Looking at my crying father, I thought, 

‘Father… I ordered all of this.’ 

It was Lucian who found information about Mrs.
Monsel, but I was the one who drew the big picture.

Lucian had no interest in whether father missed Mrs.
Monsel. 

As proof of this, Lucian returned to his unique expressionless face after raising his corners of mouth at the right timing.

But father didn’t care about those little things. 

My father took the piece of paper with Mrs.
Monsel’s address and began to recite a long, long story. 

“We met when I was 16 and she was 18.
Monsel and I fell in love as soon as we met.
We ran away from people’s eyes and whispered sweet nothing to each other every day.
But a tragedy came over us.
She got into a political marriage with a foreign man.
I told her.
‘Break up your marriage.
I’ll take you as my wife when I come of age.’ But she shook her head and said, ‘if I don’t get married, my family will be ruined.
I’m sorry, Jordi.’ And with that, she left me.” 

“……..” 

It was a sad love story, but that was probably because I heard it too often.

Lucian asked me, his eyes dimming.

“Are we done now?” 

I nodded.
Seeing him talk so much, it was clear that father’s heart had warmed up.

Lucian smiled with a relieved face.

“That’s a relief.” 

IHe wasn’t referring to my father.

He meant, “I’m glad you’re not upset.” 

‘It seems that father misunderstood that Lucian was referring to him.’

Father took Lucian’s hands and burst into tears. 

“I didn’t expect you to care so much about my heartbreaking first love.  My son-in-law.”