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Chapter 23 “They say I lost my memory. According to what my mother told me, I fell out of a tree when I was ten.” “…A tree?” It was quite difficult to believe. Camille, who didn’t seem particularly fond of outdoor activities, had apparently been a mischievous boy who climbed trees as a child? “So perhaps I had some proper hobbies before I lost my memory. But now… I don’t really know.” For once, Camille showed a distinctly uncomfortable expression. It wasn’t that he…-
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Chapter 22 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting Clang! Clang! Clang! The clear metallic sound rang out across the flower field. Gail, whose face had become so battered and covered in tears, snot, and blood that it was impossible to recognize his original features, desperately begged. “Please, please, stop!” He cried out in desperation, but the shovel that came flying mercilessly slammed into his head once again. Clang—! Camille lightly closed the distance, gripping a large…
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Chapter 21 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting The List of Adoptees. It contained the identities of some of the clients, along with detailed information about children whose transactions had already been completed. Camille’s face twisted in disbelief. “…How could you do something like this? You were buying and selling children from an orphanage!” “C-Camille!” Gail grabbed onto his pant leg and desperately poured out excuses. “I-I never intended for things to go this far!…
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Chapter 20 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “Ugh… damn it.” Gail woke with a terrible headache, and a suppressed groan escaped his lips. “Where… am I?” Staggering as he got to his feet, Gail cast his gaze into the distance. A field of sunflowers stretched as far as the horizon. The sunflowers, reaching up to his waist, held their heads proudly toward the sky. But there was something strangely bizarre about the sight. The overwhelming bright-yellow color was…
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Chapter 19 It was then, amid the heavy silence, when the clinking of tableware seemed unusually loud. “Cough, cough!” The Count suddenly broke the silence with a fit of coughing. His face had gone pale as he accepted the handkerchief offered by a servant and wiped his mouth. Swallowing a sigh, he steadied his breathing before speaking again in a grave voice. “…My strength is no longer what it used to be. I’ve called every physician in the capital reputed to be skilled, but nothing…
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Chapter 18 At that moment, Gail’s eyes turned cold. “When did I ask for your opinion?” “Y-yes…?” “Know your place. How dare a mere servant speak so carelessly.” “I-I’m sorry. Young Master—no, Young Count.” “The choice is mine to make. If you cross the line one more time, I’ll have your mouth sewn shut.” “Yes…” His own dignity was more important than anything else. Only after crushing the insolent servant who had dared to overstep his position did…
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Chapter 17 A woman who secretly sent a gift to another man not long after her husband had died. If that was the case, then it seemed reasonable to assume that the two of them had some sort of intimate relationship. ‘But… she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would go that far.’ Then, all of a sudden, Claude felt ridiculous for even thinking about it. “My lord, why have your eyes turned into triangles again? You suddenly look terrifying.” “……” “I told you not…
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Chapter 016 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting It had already been two weeks since I visited the Agnus Orphanage. The gloomy remnants of the funeral had finally begun to fade, and the mansion, now touched by the warmth of spring, was bustling with preparations for the upcoming imperial banquet. Belladonna still remained secluded, but according to the news Romaine had brought me, she had apparently ordered an evening dress for the banquet as well. Claude, whose house arrest had also…
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Chapter 015 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting It has been a year, hasn't it? This is my first time coming here since getting married. After stepping out of the carriage, I slowly looked over the Agnus Orphanage. But the moment I noticed a small path branching off beside the building, I unconsciously bit my lip. The place where I first met him. My encounter with Camille had begun right here as well. I vividly remembered that season when white magnolia petals were scattered across…
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Chapter 14 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “……” “But how heartless. Belladonna never gave us a proper answer in the end. Tsk. If I'd known things would turn out like this, I should have married you off somewhere else.” My father sounded exactly like someone who had suffered a financial loss. “Besides, what on earth have you been doing for an entire year without even having a child? If you'd at least given birth to a son during this time, you could have secured your position…
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