The days I spent happily after taking in a child I found on the street as my own daughter.
Suddenly, it hit me.
This was a child-rearing novel, and I was the mother of the female lead—the one destined to die early on!
In a situation where power was necessary for survival, I struck a deal with the cold-blooded Duke who, in the original story, becomes the female lead’s father…
“Let’s get married.”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t see why you’re hesitating. You said Melody needs a father.”
Do I look like I wouldn’t hesitate?
I never heard anything about helping through marriage…!
“Don’t tell me you still haven’t forgotten that man? Forget that trash. Someone who would run away and leave their child behind.”
It seems the Duke is making a massive misunderstanding…
But no matter how much I tried to explain, his eyes were already half-crazed.
“I’ll take responsibility for both you and the child.”
“Wait a moment, please calm down…!”
“So, whether it’s a contract marriage or whatever, do it all with me.”
His gaze was firm, as if he had no intention of backing down.
…It looks like I have no choice but to enter a contract marriage with my daughter’s “father.”
