Whitney boarded the carriage with Melisa. Preferring to go separately but aware of watchful eyes, they chose to use the Orelans’ carriage.
Recalling unpleasant memories of solitary carriage rides, this was Whitney’s first time in the exclusive Orleans carriage. She glanced at Melisa sitting opposite her.
“Have you ever seen Prince Carl at a banquet, sister?”
“Of course. He’s notoriously unapproachable, so this close encounter is a first. If people knew, they’d surely be envious.”
Melisa smoothed her red hair with her hand, smiling. Whitney reached out, stroking her hair before plucking a strand.
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
“I thought something was stuck… Sorry.”
“You could’ve just told me. Whether I remove it or ask a maid…!”
“I thought you’d dislike bugs. Imagine discovering it while meeting Prince Carl.”
“Since when did you become so considerate? Just tell me next time.”
Whitney nodded, carefully placing the hair strand in a handkerchief. Melisa seemed unaware of her intentions.
‘This should reveal if it’s dyed.’
Fidgeting with her hair, Melisa seemed unsettled at the thought of bugs. The carriage, filled with tense air, swiftly reached the palace. Unexpectedly, they arrived not at the Queen’s palace or Prince Carl’s main palace wing, but at a separate palace where only Cheston stayed. Whitney was puzzled.
“His Highness instructed to bring you both. I’m Blunt.”
“Is this the right place?”
“Yes, His Highness awaits in the garden of the separate palace.”
Although odd, Whitney couldn’t question further. Prince Carl’s choice of location must have a reason, perhaps to show something to Cheston.
Maybe he spoke of her to Cheston, good or bad, the unease lingered.
Contrastingly, Melisa, unaware of the implications, admired the surroundings.
“Such a beautiful garden for a separate palace, right?”
“Yes, it’s lovely.”
Whitney recalled the lake here, Belende, bluer and clearer than any other, likely why the King bestowed this palace to Cheston. Though other gardens might be more beautiful, none compared to Belende Lake.
They followed Blunt to the garden. Whitney, familiar with the place, observed anew. They approached a table set with delicious desserts. Carl stood, first extending his hand to Whitney, who reluctantly accepted. He kissed her hand and then Melisa’s before all sat down.
“What’s he up to?”
“Thought it was odd when Prince Carl’s servant asked about using the garden.”
“I see through his plan.”
Cheston, arms crossed, gazed at the garden. Likely showing interest in a woman as a warning. He watched Whitney, who arrived with her sister Melisa, and stroked his chin.
“Does he know I’m watching?”
“Unlikely he knows his place is visible from your office.”
Cheston laughed at Aron’s comment. Whitney’s discomfort was evident, sitting awkwardly and forcing a smile.
‘She didn’t want to come alone, huh.’
It might be to prevent any strange rumors. Whitney quickly grasped the situation and seemed to have noticed Carl’s intentions.
Seeing Carl’s impatient face, Cheston felt like teasing him.
“Shall we take a walk?”
“Encountering them won’t do any good.”
“How could they not anticipate this, enjoying themselves so openly in my palace?”
“But…”
At Aron’s words, Cheston’s lips curved into a smirk. He didn’t care what Carl did, as long as they didn’t bother him or his mother. Carl’s futile attempts were pitiable to him.
“Quietly living in my place is the better choice for me. If it weren’t for those pitiful eyes looking at me…”
“Aron, what would you do if your fiancée was having tea with another man?”
“It would be hard to let that be.”
“Exactly why I’m reacting this way.”
“But you’re not even officially engaged yet!”
“She’s my prospective fiancée.”
Soon to be, indeed. Cheston was curious to see Whitney’s reaction, as she kept provoking him to act uncharacteristically.
“This isn’t like you. Why act so suddenly?”
Reluctantly heeding Aron’s caution, Cheston decided to observe a bit longer. After some time, Whitney, having tea and chatting, glanced around and stealthily got up.
She headed towards the garden. Seeing this, Cheston pointed her out to Aron.
“Seems she’s coming to meet me.”
“Be careful. Any wrong move could provoke more trouble. The Queen is already causing chaos after not receiving compensation from Carulo Kingdom.”
Cheston nodded, apparently unaware that his tip to the King had caused it all.
Casually, he strolled towards the garden.
Whitney saw Melisa hesitantly rise, seemingly intrigued by Carl’s subtle flirtations.
“May I take a walk around the garden? I’ve never seen such beauty and wish to explore.”
“I’ll accompany you.”
“No need. I’ll just take a look and come back. Continue your conversation with my sister.”
Melisa smiled shyly at Carl.
“I’d love to hear more from you, Prince Carl. Being so close now, I have many questions. Whitney dislikes sitting still, always preferring activity, even helping the maids.”
“Helping maids?”
Carl frowned slightly at Whitney. His expression conveyed confusion about her aiding in such tasks.
“I often helped to clear my mind.”
“In the future, remember your status. The sight of nobility scrubbing floors or such is distasteful. It’s demeaning.”
Melisa fluttered her fan, agreeing. She glanced at Whitney with an exasperated look.
“Whitney is surprisingly good at such tasks. I’ve always advised her to make them look up to her.”
“True, being too kind makes them feel equal. They’re hired to do their best. If they find it unfair, they should have been born noble.”
“Oh, how similar our views are. One must live according to their birthright. If they resent it, blame their parents, right?”
The two seemed to have similar thoughts, their conversation flowing smoothly. Carl initially intended to follow Whitney when she rose, but Melisa’s words made him change his mind.
“Your Highness, I have something secret I wish to discuss. Something I’d prefer to share when we’re alone…”
Melisa lowered her eyes slightly and gently brushed Carl’s arm with the end of her fan. Carl’s lips curled into a smile, nodding at Whitney as if to grant her permission.
“Then enjoy your conversation. I’ll just take a short walk around.”
Relieved, Whitney politely excused herself and walked towards the garden.
Once they were out of sight, Whitney shook her head. She hadn’t expected Carl to fall for Melisa’s blatant flirtation so easily. Probably, it was more about him choosing to enjoy the moment.
Regardless, it was their business. In truth, Melisa becoming Carl’s woman was an impossibility. The Queen wouldn’t favor her, likely preferring another woman by Carl’s side.
As Whitney walked deeper into the garden, she suddenly stopped. She hadn’t expected to find a greenhouse here, much larger and dome-shaped compared to the one at the duke’s residence, leaving her in awe.
‘If not for those memories, I wouldn’t have viewed greenhouses negatively.’
She looked away from the greenhouse, feeling downcast. The garden was larger than she thought, taking more than an hour to explore.
Just as she turned away, a familiar figure caught her eye. Tall, with golden hair and blue eyes sparkling like the Belende Lake.
“Prince Cheston?”
He approached her with a bright smile, then gently brushed her hair over her shoulder.
“How does it feel to converse with another man in my space, Whitney Orlean?”
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~
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