The Unlikely Imprint of the Villainess and the Male Lead - Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Translator: Yonnee
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‘Why does this feel like déjà vu?’
The sting in her shoulder and the sudden, unpleasant feeling were all too familiar.
Luciana stared in disbelief at Richt’s back as he picked up his clothes scattered on the floor and put them on.
“I’ll have someone bring you contraceptive tea. Make sure to drink it before you leave.”
“…Excuse me?”
He hadn’t looked back even once while dressing, delivering his words more like a command than a suggestion.
What…?
Luciana, caught off guard by his blunt tone, clenched the blanket in silence as a thought crossed her mind.
No, actually… this is how it should be.
Everything that happened between them wasn’t of their own will. Moreover, Richt had been overwhelmed by his mating instincts, hardly in his right mind.
The tenderness he’d shown, his soft murmurs—they were nothing more than a façade created by a different persona, completely detached from the real Richt.
Judging by the disgusted look on his face, he seemed to remember everything.
And, naturally, he must be feeling… well, utterly repulsed.
So whether he pushed her away or spoke with an icy voice, it was only logical.
“……”
There was no reason to expect kindness from him.
She understood this logically and accepted it, yet…
She couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness, as if a hole had been carved into her chest.
Was it because of the sudden shift in his attitude? Or was it the lingering frustration from yesterday’s events? Perhaps it was simply the one-sided disregard that bothered her, as she, too, hadn’t exactly wanted this.
Various tangled thoughts crossed her mind, but Luciana dismissed them, deeming it pointless to dwell.
“Why are you just sitting there? Weren’t you the one who wanted to avoid getting caught by others?” Richt remarked, echoing her earlier concerns about keeping their situation discreet.
Does he think I’d want to stay here?
She stifled a bitter laugh, watching Richt with a touch of disbelief.
“What are you doing?”
Not in the mood for any more games, Richt stared at her outstretched hand.
“My artifact.”
“What?”
“Don’t you remember? You took it last night.”
“……!”
Damn it.
A grimace twisted Richt’s expression as he recalled the previous night’s events.
“This is no longer necessary.”
“Wait…!”
In his panic, he’d snatched the artifact from her, fearing she might try to escape from him.
“Give it back… Mmh!”
“Do you hate being with me so much? Why do you keep trying to leave?”
“Well, because I—”
“All this time, I missed you so much.”
He had even kissed her cheek as she struggled to retrieve the hidden artifact, spouting nonsense the entire time.
The mortifying memory flooded back in vivid detail.
“……”
A truly unbearable memory.
Richt opened his mouth as if to speak, but no suitable words came to mind.
“…The artifact is over here.”
Barely managing to compose himself, Richt placed the artifact on the table, where their interaction should have concluded.
But, as he turned to leave, he paused and spoke in a warning tone.
“Everything you saw and heard yesterday was nonsense. Forget it all.”
Luciana gave a scoff, watching him act like that.
She’d known he wasn’t in his right mind the moment he started using affectionate nicknames, and she certainly had no intention of cherishing this humiliating episode in her memory.
“One last thing, just to make it clear—I’d prefer if you didn’t entertain any needless misunderstandings.”
“…What did you just say?”
What ideas could he possibly be imagining? That prick.
Bang!
Yet before Luciana could respond, he was already out the door.
“Hah! Unbelievable…”
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so insulted.
She was no longer the Luciana from the original story but her own person.
And just what did he see in her expression that made him think she was clinging to him? He was the one who’s completely deluded!
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