I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 194

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“Edgar?”

Lilliana had just finished washing up and looked fresh and fluffy.

It wasn’t the right situation, but she felt strangely stimulating.

“I wasn’t feeling well, so I came back early.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did you take medicine?”

If she could, she would have revealed that she knew about his attendance at the wedding and had a sincere conversation, but Lilliana’s complexion really didn’t look good.

Could the situation of fighting with a friend be stressful enough to affect her body?

While Edgar was filled with all sorts of worries and carefully examining her complexion, Lilliana bit her lower lip to avoid being overwhelmed by the surging emotions.

“Should we go to the hospital if it hurts a lot?”

The gentle question finally made a hole in her heart that she had been holding back.

Lilliana pouted her lips and swallowed her sobs.

“Why, why are you like this! What’s wrong!”

Edgar panicked and moved even closer to Lilliana.

Although he had rarely fought with women, it seemed like he would have to seriously fight with that Monica girl this time.

What on earth did she do to make Lilliana cry so sadly?

“Did Monica hit you? Or did she say something bad to you?”

He quickly hugged her small body and comforted her, but the more he did, the louder her crying became.

Seeing her shed tears like chicken droppings, Edgar’s mind went blank and he couldn’t think of anything.

All the plans he had made when first coming here were scrapped, and he was only boiling with determination to find the person who made Lilliana like this and not let them get away with it.

“Don’t cry. Whatever happened, I’ll solve everything.”

Just tell me.

Originally, if the opponent was a man, he would handle it directly, and if it was a woman, he could outsource it to Natalia or Gemma.

While he was thinking of a hundred different revenge methods, Lilliana couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted.

“Do you even have any intention of marrying me?”

The 102nd revenge method was quickly erased from his mind while his consciousness became confused.

What on earth is this situation?!

* * *

While looking for a house to move closer to Edgar, I happened to hear about it.

The fact that Edgar had bought a house.

‘Is he trying to propose?’

It was a little early to get married, but we weren’t too young either.

Liliana also got married and had a child at around my current age.

Although there was a huge career difference between Liliana and me – chef versus actress – I was confident I could do well even as a married woman.

‘Rosaria Giata got married, had a child, and won the Best Actress Award.’

Edgar came to this distant foreign country across the sea just to see me.

Even though he was a nobleman with imperial blood in the Empire who didn’t even need a job.

It seemed Edgar wanted a stable relationship with me, and I also hated parting with Edgar after every date.

Having grown up with fantasies about family while watching Liliana, I had no aversion to marriage.

So I waited for Edgar to propose.

‘I could do it first, but I have my own proposal romance fantasies.’

Since the male protagonist in my last work proposed while kneeling and pleading, I wanted to receive the same thing.

But Edgar didn’t say a word even after a week passed, a month passed, and three months passed.

If this was the case, why did he buy a house? Does he collect houses like buying fountain pens because he has a lot of money?

Having no choice, I consulted with Monica, a colleague from the same troupe, and got a sharp response.

“Don’t you have any ambition for work?”

Perhaps because she competed with me for the protagonist role, Monica seemed displeased that I was interested in problems other than acting.

“You have a boyfriend too.”

“I’m not as serious as you. By the way, Lucio and I broke up last month.”

As far as I knew, she had only been dating Lucio for four months.

Monica changed boyfriends frequently. Perhaps because she was tall with glamorous blonde hair, she was very popular despite her picky personality.

“Liliana. Get married as late as possible. Let’s focus on acting together.”

“Love is as important as acting. It’s responsible for half of my happiness.”

It might sound like a luxury to some, but I don’t want to fill my life with just career.

I don’t want to ignore other happiness I can have by being obsessed with popularity.

But Monica seemed different.

She frowned at my answer and didn’t hide her dissatisfaction.

“I know your family is a great household, but try to cultivate ambition. I want to compete with you for a long time.”

“You’re saying strange things. Does my acting ability disappear when I get married?”

Then Monica shut her mouth tight.

It was a matter where no one could say who was right or wrong.

Since it was about personal values.

For me, a life with Edgar was a dream great enough to have ambition for.

A life of getting married, having children, and happily watching the children grow up.

Because unlike my older brother and sisters, I had never experienced it.

‘I learned what a family with parents and children together is like by watching Liliana’s family.’

Anyway, after that day, Monica and I became much more distant.

Then at our mutual friend Arabella’s bridal shower, I accidentally overheard a conversation.

“Lilliana’s boyfriend is a diplomat, right? He was also the Emperor’s cousin.”

“Right. He was doing really well. There were probably several newspaper articles about him?”

“Hmm. That’s good.”

As a colleague and friend, I shouldn’t have bad thoughts, but my mind kept going in negative directions.

Monica easily changed boyfriends, seduced anyone she wanted, and was currently single.

So she kept bothering Edgar.

“You like blonde hair better than black hair, right? Usually people are attracted to similar people.”

When I heard the answer that he liked my curly black hair better than blonde, I slept so well that night that I felt refreshed.

“We seem a bit mismatched. We look like a cicada clinging to an old tree.”

When Edgar seriously comforted me, saying he would work hard to bend his back, I felt good.

But it was all only temporary.

“Why do my moods keep going up and down like this.”

After being so sensitive, my condition seemed to have gotten worse in various ways.

I was going to suggest going to Arabella’s wedding together, but when I actually saw Edgar, Monica came to mind.

She was a beautiful blonde and tall like Edgar, so they would look very good together standing side by side.

‘Edgar wouldn’t fall for Monica, but.’

Just imagining the two of them together made me feel terrible, like I had taken a bath in a trash can.

So I lied to Edgar.

‘It would look a bit stupid to say that I’m the only one conscious of Monica, that I’m going alone because Monica bothers me.’

So I attended alone, but Monica, whom I met at the wedding venue, subtly scratched at my insides.

“Your boyfriend hasn’t proposed yet, has he?”

“Why are you so interested in my love life?”

When a sharp answer came out, Monica seemed hurt and twisted her face while pursing her lips.

“I said I didn’t want you to get married, but I’m still sincerely cheering you on.”

“Then why were you asking around about Edgar.”

“Because I hoped that person would be rich.”

“What does that have to do with you?”

No matter how I looked at it, the circumstances were too suspicious to ignore.

In the end, I fought with Monica, packed my things, and returned home early.

Just before leaving the island where the wedding was held, Gemma, who had followed me out, said:

“She said she thought that way because Edgar being rich would mean hiring a nanny after having children. You know well that Monica isn’t the type of person who would steal a friend’s boyfriend.”

“Words can mean different things depending on how you say them. She kept getting on my nerves and it made me feel bad.”

At the same time, I was ashamed of causing such a commotion.

Not wanting to show my disheveled self to others anymore, I ditched Gemma and returned home alone.

After washing off the sea smell from my body, I saw Edgar, the root cause of all these incidents.

Really, truly, I felt so wronged.

* * *

Edgar, having learned the whole truth, found his situation almost like a comedy.

Of all people, Lilliana had been anxious because of him.

He had to forcefully suppress the corners of his mouth that kept trying to rise.

If he smiled unknowingly in this situation, Oliver the sleeping hammer fist in Lilliana’s hands would wake up.

Instead, he quickly knelt down and took out a ring case.

“Ahem. Hmm. Lilliana. I’ve thought about it a lot, but I didn’t know you were thinking the same thing as me. I’m really happy. And I want to plan the future with you too.”

Let’s get married and plan together.

Even the proposal ring sparkling in the afternoon sunlight felt like destiny.

He should go to the temple tomorrow and book a wedding ceremony right away.

Edgar expected Lilliana to accept his proposal, and Lilliana, who had made up her mind firmly.

“Ugh.”

Expressed her rejection with a dry heave.

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