The Count Chose an Unladylike Lady Manhua

Lady Amelia's heart raced as she considered the Count's proposal. A temporary marriage? The very idea was scandalous, yet there was a spark of excitement in her chest. She had always felt confined by society's expectations, suffocating under the weight of propriety. And here was a chance to break free, even if only for a year. "I accept," she said finally, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. "But on my terms." The Count raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might those terms be, my lady?" Amelia stood tall, her eyes locking with his. "I will not be a mere ornament by your side. I will speak my mind, pursue my interests, and be an equal partner in this charade of a marriage." A flicker of admiration crossed the Count's face, and a glimmer of respect shone in his eyes. "Agreed," he said, his voice soft but determined. "To a partnership of equals, then." As they sealed their agreement with a handshake, a sense of liberation washed over Lady Amelia. The Count may have chosen an unladylike lady, but in her, he found a fierce spirit, unafraid to challenge conventions. And in him, she discovered a man willing to see her as more than just a pretty face, but as a true companion on the journey ahead.