The foremost Alpha‘s bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Lola's tearful red eyes and cold hands did not evoke Caesar's empathy. The heartless man who could not understand Lola picked her up from the rose bushes.Her feet were covered with wet, muddy soil, and there were traces of scratches from the roses on her calves. The marks were few and fortunately, they did not bleed, just faintly tinged with red.Like a fallen flower, the scent of jasmine on her had faded to the point where it was almost unnoticeable. After a night soaked in dew, Caesar brought the lonely, muddy, and rose-scented creature back to his bedroom.This was the first time in three months that Lola had entered his bedroom. Since the first night when she had come, Caesar had forbidden her from entering his room.Lola hugged Caesar's neck, and sat on his leg, shivering, and sneezing nonstop. The tip of her nose was red, it was unclear whether it was due to the cold wind or from crying for too long.Lowering her eyes, Lola silently stared at the layout of the room. Caesar's be

After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Lola decided to accept this label quietly. She had been educated in traditional aristocratic ways and later attended military school, where she had received rigorous counter-surveillance training.It was challenging for Lola to discover more details from Caesar's clothes, as they were nearly spotless, except for the occasional barely noticeable stains.Caesar's clothes carried only his pheromone scent. Lola closed her eyes, covered her face with his shirt and trousers, and tried to find more information. For example, there was a tiny, almost indistinguishable trace of Mayflower pollen on Caesar's pants hem. The Mayflower, deep blue and cold-resistant with a long blooming period, had once won a horticultural society garden excellence award. Many aristocratic families liked to plant this flower in their homes... But it was June to August, and it was impossible for the flower to bloom at this time unless cultivated deliberately in a greenhouse.

Lola said, "You really don't have a single romantic in your body, do you, my dear General Caesar?"Caesar: "No one would be romantic with a little piglet."Lola turned around and punched Caesar's chest three times, saying, "Shut up, shut up, shut up."Lola gently tiptoed, barely touching the ground, spinning leisurely a few times. She hummed a song, an ancient Asti lullaby for lulling children to sleep.Caesar listened quietly as she finished humming, then asked, "What do the lyrics mean?"Lola looked down and replied, "Sleep, my baby, don't be afraid, close your eyes. When the sun rises, we'll all be safe."The air in winter was thin as if the oxygen had been frozen. Caesar looked down at Lola; her hair was shining brilliantly in the sunlight, like flowing gold.Caesar smiled, saying, "You should know, you're not an Asti."Caesar's tone was firm and unhurried, "Forget those foolish things, Lola."Lola instinctively hugged her arms, her shoulders slightly shrugging as she sneezed."It

Caesar could clearly feel Lola's hand trembling. She had always been unable to bear too much pain or blood loss, not because of being delicate, but because her unique nature prevented her from having a normal constitution.Under the moonlight, which was not much different from when they first met, Lola took a deep breath. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. But her voice was still suppressed and calm, "Can you let go of me now?"Caesar took the bunch of roses with the note attached, releasing her hand and looking at her silently. Lola's handwriting was beautiful, intelligent, and neat.Caesar had never been one for personal rituals; he wouldn't celebrate his birthday with lavish parties or stay up all night. On the contrary, every time his birthday approached, Caesar would be bothered by the need to refuse gifts.However, today he would not refuse this early gift.Lola gently gasped, her intact hand searching her body for a while, finally remembering sh

Lola didn't regret swallowing the bits of paper, even though they were hard to digest and caused her pain. However, when the private doctor asked if she had swallowed any foreign objects, she simply said that she had accidentally swallowed the paper liner of a cupcake.He was Caesar's confidant, and Lola believed he would keep it a secret.Indeed, he chose not to inquire further and skillfully provided Lola with anti-inflammatory medication and an IV drip with nutrients."Your body is too weak," the private doctor said. "Miss Lola, if this continues, you may need a blood transfusion."Lola gave a soft acknowledgment. She should be grateful for her common blood type, as it would not cause any headache if she ever needed a blood plasma transfusion.Caesar's private doctor perfectly embodied the term 'tight-lipped'. No matter how Lola tried to probe, he would always skillfully evade those questions, never revealing any of Caesar's secrets.Just as Lola was about to give up, Caesar finall