In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead
There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
Gerald
Lucas shows no sign of tiredness from riding through the night. I don't expect him to. Not with what's at stake.
By now his hair is wild, messy from the wind rushing at him from his speed. His eyes are cold and alert, gaze fixed on the road ahead. His mare is flagging, but he won't give her any rest or pause.
At the moment he has the tenacity of a hunter chasing his prey, relentless and unforgiving. I suspect, if his horse could survive it, he'd go another day without pause as well.
I have a feeling he'd do it even if his horse couldn't.
There's nothing in his bearing to remind me of the laid-back and carefree man I met that first night I saw him, and all the evenings that followed.
At the moment, there's absolutely no time for me to think about how I should feel about that.
It's not quite sunset by the time we arrive at his manor.