As If I've Never Loved (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Her delicate lips uttered an unbelievable sentence.
“Elsie… He proposed to me.”
Eloise felt as if her heart had dropped with a thud in astonishment.
Her sister’s hand was hot and trembling violently.
Yet the expression on Sarah’s face, when Eloise looked up at her, was not anxiety—but rather…
“Are you joking?”
Though she asked reflexively, Eloise knew better than anyone that her sister was not the type to make jokes.
“Oh, Elsie…”
It was at the exact moment Sarah let out a shaky breath, her words trailing off, that the sisters embraced each other as if by prior agreement and let out an ecstatic scream.
That noisy, joyful cry continued for a while before dissolving into breathless laughter.
It felt exactly like returning to childhood.
Sarah’s chest rose and fell gently as she regulated her breathing—surely overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions.
Instead of bombarding her with questions, Eloise simply held her sister tighter, gently patting her slender back and whispering affectionately,
“Congratulations, Sally. I truly mean it. This is wonderful news.”
“Eloise, are you alright…?”
Just then, a cheerful knock sounded, followed by Mrs. Hurst’s voice.
“Breakfast is ready! Hurry downstairs!”
“…Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
Sarah hastily stood up and turned to Eloise.
“Let’s go, Eloise. They’ll be waiting for us.”
“…”
But Eloise only gazed up wordlessly at her sister’s faintly flushed face.
‘Did she just ask if I was alright?’
Alright about what?
That Sir Ansel proposed to her instead of me?
‘I’ve never let my feelings show to her. Archie might be perceptive, but even so…’
Wiping her face with a conflicted heart, Eloise concluded:
She’s probably just worried about me being left alone. After all, her sister still treated her like a child who’d been set adrift.
But she’d always known. Someday, a day like this would come.
“Eloise?”
“…Yeah. Let’s go downstairs.”
Eloise took the hand offered to her and stood up. The warmth of their clasped hands felt comforting.
Naturally, the atmosphere at breakfast this morning was livelier than usual.
At the center of it all was Mr. Bailey, munching on an apple in hand as he recounted a long tale.
He chattered nonstop about Sarah’s engagement—how they’d skip the formal betrothal ceremony and proceed straight to the wedding in three months, how the ring he’d prepared would arrive tomorrow and was a renowned masterpiece even in the capital, Brighton.
He especially emphasized how politely Ansel had asked for his daughter’s hand, yet how his eyes had burned with intensity.
He even joked that it was the first time he’d ever seen Sarah reply so hastily when he’d asked her about her willingness to marry after Ansel had left.
“The wedding will naturally be held in Brighton, my dear, won’t it?”
“Oh, the Blaines prefer the capital, but they said they’d gladly hold it here if the bride’s family wished. Of course, I told them we’d prefer it, so he’ll try to convince his grandfather to hold the ceremony at Fairmont House.”
“My goodness, how considerate of him!”
“When I saw him racing here all night just to ask for our permission, I was deeply moved. He’s a fine young man and the only son of a respected noble house—he’ll surely make our Sally happy for life. By now, he’s probably already discussing the marriage with the Earl.”
Mr. Bailey, thoroughly delighted, talked incessantly throughout the meal.
His topics revolved mainly around praise for Ansel Blaine and admiration for this splendid match.
“Still, my dear, there’s no chance our Sarah would ever be disliked, is there? She doesn’t even have a proper dowry…”
“Oh, my dear! Who on earth could dislike such a lovely lady? Even if trouble arises, Sir Ansel will protect Sally. You really should’ve seen how earnestly he said he wanted to marry her right away—there wasn’t even a hint of laughter in his voice!”
Perhaps his nerves hadn’t fully settled; he kept crunching his apple as he spoke, occasionally muffling his words. Yet instead of scolding him, Mrs. Bailey simply smiled with relief.
It was a tender smile she hadn’t worn since their fortunes had declined.
“What’s it like to have completely captivated such a fine gentleman, my dear? A love kept for over ten years—it reminds me of my own youth.”
“Three months isn’t quite enough time to make a dress, but don’t worry—Mrs. Hurst will help too. We’ll make you the most beautiful dress in the kingdom.”
The couple looked at their graceful, well-mannered daughter Sarah with eyes full of love and joy.
Seeing their eldest daughter, who had grown into such an admirable lady and was now marrying a gentleman far beyond what their family deserved, stirred such emotion in Mrs. Bailey that she clasped her hands together.
“Oh, this truly is such a happy occasion! Tell me, my dear—did you know he was going to propose?”
“No, Mother. I had absolutely no idea…”
Sarah lowered her gaze to her cup, trailing off.
Her ears, peeking through her golden hair, turned as pink as if dipped in flower dye.
Mrs. Bailey’s joyful gaze soon shifted to her younger daughter.
“Eloise, you tell me—surely you knew? Your sister is far too innocent to notice anything herself.”
Without hesitation, Eloise replied,
“Of course. He’s always shown interest in her. Honestly, I even worried he might propose the moment he came of age.”
“My goodness!”
“Just as I thought!”
The couple clapped their hands together, their eyes gleaming.
Today, they truly looked like the happiest couple in the Kingdom of Wellington.
“That said, I wasn’t completely unsurprised—but not because I doubted Sir Ansel’s feelings. I simply never believed his family would ever accept us.”
“…”
The couple fell silent, seemingly in agreement. Eloise added brightly,
“I suppose he must have spent all this time persuading his family, which delayed the proposal.”
“Yes, that must be it. It couldn’t have been easy for him.”
“After all, his grandfather may be his grandfather, but isn’t his father in the capital terribly stubborn? Even the Longfield servants were shaking their heads.”
“You mean the Viscount of the capital? Though he gained that title thanks to his mother’s family, only his son regularly visits Longfield.”
“There must be a complicated history, my dear. That’s often how it is with noble houses.”
“Come to think of it, when I married you, I thought I’d forever bid farewell to the noble world—but then I went and gave birth to such a beauty, and now we’re tied to nobility again. Fate really is ironic…”
Mrs. Bailey sighed softly and cupped her cheeks.
Her expression was strangely mingled with both worry and anticipation.
“I’m just concerned that all my dresses are terribly outdated. I wouldn’t want to become a laughingstock.”
“Oh, nonsense, my dear! Even your walk is as graceful as an angel’s. I guarantee you—no noble, however grand, would dare mock your dignity. They might admire you, perhaps.”
Mr. Bailey quickly pressed his lips to his wife’s hand.
“After all, isn’t that why Elsie calls you ‘Her Majesty the Queen’?”
While the couple exchanged these trivial yet affectionate words, the heroine of this astonishing proposal sat quietly, her long golden lashes lowered, saying nothing.
She wore a dazed expression, as if none of it felt real.
“You know, until now, I never would’ve let her go to anyone.”
Eloise wrapped her arms around Sarah’s shoulders from behind and rested her forehead atop them.
“But this time… it’s different. Of course, I’ll miss her—but someone like him…”
“…”
At that, Sarah let out a small, relieved laugh.
“After all, we still have three whole months.”
“…I promise you’ll become the most beautiful wife in the world.”
With that whisper, Eloise buried her face in Sarah’s shoulder, and gentle hands began softly patting her back.
Golden dust floated peacefully around them.
[This is the timeline separator]The moment the long breakfast ended, Mr. Bailey sent the coachman to Fairmont House.
He wanted to ask whether they might join them for lunch that day.
Not long after, the coachman returned with a letter inviting them to lunch with the Earl, and the entire household was swept into total excitement.
“My dear! Take that outfit off right now and put this on!”
“Alright!”
“And take a look at my hairpiece—should I go with pearls or this feathered one…?”
“Both are perfect, but I prefer the pearls.”
At those words, Mrs. Bailey swiftly grabbed a pearl hairband and, uncharacteristically, called out toward the second floor,
“Girls! We’re leaving soon! We’ll be back before dinner, ma’am.”
“Yes, have a safe trip!”
Soon after, hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs behind the departing Mrs. Bailey.
Only Sarah came out into the garden.
“Sarah, where’s Eloise? The Earl has invited all of us.”
“Eloise isn’t feeling well, Mother.”
“What? Today is the day our two families are joined!”
“I tried to persuade her, but she barely slept all night. She looks as if she could drop off at any moment—going to Longfield would be too much for her.”
Only then did Mrs. Bailey remember that Eloise had looked unwell all morning, and she bit her lip.
“But still… it’s a matter of courtesy to accept the invitation…”
“Please let her rest, Mother.”
Sarah, wearing thin gloves, gently wrapped her hand around her mother’s arm.
“I’ll explain everything properly to the Earl.”
“…Alright, my dear.”
Those sisters truly were impossible to handle.
Muttering helplessly, Mrs. Bailey let Mr. Bailey help her into the carriage. Sarah followed, escorted by the coachman.
Meanwhile, Eloise watched from the small window beside her bed as the carriage drove away.
Only after the horse and carriage had vanished into a tiny dot did Eloise stagger back beneath her covers.
Her head spun, and she felt utterly drained. And no wonder—
She hadn’t slept properly, had a strange, dreamlike experience, and now something she’d believed would never happen had become her reality.
And all of this had occurred in just one morning.
“Sigh…”
Her heart was in complete turmoil. She closed her eyes, hoping to sleep, but strangely, tears began to fall.
Too exhausted even to wipe them away, Eloise simply let them flow—until uncontrollable sobs burst out.
“Ugh… hic…”
No matter how hard she bit her lips in embarrassment, she couldn’t stop it, so Eloise cried silently, like the rain that had fallen all night.
She liked him—but not enough to compare with her love for her sister and family.
Besides, it filled her with pure joy that her beloved sister would spend her life with the man she’d always hoped for.
This was her sincere truth.
Therefore, these tears must be tears of happiness. Nothing sorrowful had happened at all. That’s what Eloise decided to believe.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
Chapter Comments (1)
Inline Comments (53)
Archibald’s face, when she looked down at him, was faintly flushed for some reas
He likes her! I had my dubts, but not now.
Let’s see how the story develops.
“And I’d prefer it if we didn’t see each other after the wedding.”
What a fucking asshole Ansel is!! 😬🤣 How could Eloise have feelings for him?
Since childhood, Bianca had never hesitated to openly declare what she wanted.
That’s ok… But she’s soooo annoying and desperate 😒🤨
YOUR COMMENT
2. Inline comments are now available. Tap the end of any line in a chapter to share your thoughts instantly.
Log in to comment.
Where is the 100 and 101 chapters 💔💔💔😭😭😭 why it is not here