Honestly, he was a wonderful person. I liked him and thought that if we could continue to build such a good relationship, I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
Isaac’s transformation after meeting me brought tears of joy wherever we went.
When I attended lessons at the duke’s residence under the duchess’s tutelage, Isaac joined the lessons, surprising both the duchess and the instructor. Apparently, he had always been passive and disengaged before. For him to attend voluntarily was a first.
Even his home tutors, who had been enduring his disinterest, now offered me prayers of gratitude.
The duke’s chef was delighted that Isaac’s appetite had improved and that he now made requests and gave feedback on meals.
The maids appreciated his shift to a regular lifestyle, which eased their workload.
Isaac began caring for horses, strolling through the gardens, and generally showing an interest in life, earning applause from all the staff.
Even the merchants who visited the duke’s residence noticed the change. Instead of delegating all decisions, he now carefully selected goods himself, leaving them in tears of gratitude.
Curious about the root of Isaac’s apathy, I investigated.
No tragic events had drained his will to live.
No harsh setbacks had crushed his spirit.
In short, his lethargy wasn’t due to dark circumstances—it was simply part of his personality.
That lethargic personality was now a thing of the past.
Not only the duke’s household but everyone acquainted with Isaac marveled at his transformation.
Even the prince remarked, “So Isaac really fell in love enough to come alive—how remarkable!” with a cheerful laugh.
The once-drowsy eyes of Isaac now sparkled brightly, and his lethargic posture and tone were replaced with an upright stance and a clear, confident voice.
As the “Destined Lady” who transformed the lethargic duke’s son, I became the talk of the social circles.
Attending garden parties with my fiancé, I often found myself in the spotlight.
Isaac, now a charming young man, gained the admiration of many young ladies. Yet his focus always remained on me.
After all, his favorite line was, “The joy of my future life is my fiancée, Lady Linntia.”
Having declared this openly, the statement spread through the social scene, leading to scenes where parents would console their daughters with, “He’s out of reach, my dear.”
Whenever anyone approached me out of curiosity, Isaac would shoot them a glare so intense it made them scatter like frightened spiders.
Wait a minute—wasn’t the duke’s son in the otome game supposed to sulk jealously at most? Where did all this terrifying intensity come from!?
“…Linntia, how can I make sure you don’t get tired of me?”
Though he warded others off with a glare, he never showed possessiveness or controlling behavior. Instead, he would ask me this, looking like a forlorn kitten. Naturally, I patted his head vigorously.
“I won’t get tired of you! I won’t abandon you! I mean, I’m a cat person! How could I neglect a cat craving attention?”
Isaac adored our family cat as well, taking turns grooming and playing with it.
“Why not get a cat of your own, Isaac?” I suggested, noticing how often he visited.
“I’ve grown to like cats, but only because I enjoy doting on them with you. Getting one just as an excuse to see you feels wrong.”
He answered casually.
Oh… I see. Even caring for the cat was secondary to spending time with me.
Isaac was now fully embracing a life centered around me.
I once asked the duchess, my future mother-in-law, during a tea gathering if this was really okay.
"It's Fine! Otherwise, that child will just fall apart! If Lady Linntia doesn’t find his affection too overwhelming, please accept his love!"
The duchess’s sudden outburst left me momentarily speechless.
So it’s fine… Even as his mother, she seems to have given up on managing his apathy and is now fully relying on me.
Since I didn’t have any negative feelings about Isaac at the moment, I replied that I was fine with it.
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