The click-clack of her heels caught Zen’s attention, and he turned his head involuntarily to see Deborah approaching him slowly.
His pupils dilated at her sight.
“Good morning, Mr. Baker.”
As their eyes met, Deborah stopped and bowed in greeting. Zen, troubled by his suddenly fluttering throat, struggled to speak.
“…How did you know I was here?”
“I saw you return through the window and asked a maid where I could find you.”
Deborah answered with a faint smile. Zen, after a moment of silent staring, asked cautiously.
“Was it a mistake for me to come see you so suddenly?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Relieved by Zen’s quick denial, Deborah slightly crinkled her eyes and said.
“Then I’m glad.”
Without hesitation, she continued politely.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you spare some time for me? If now is inconvenient, we can schedule another time.”
“It’s fine now. Come in.”
As Zen turned the key fully, a satisfying click sounded.
Pulling out the key and opening the door, a distinct smell of paper and dust wafted out.
The additional scent was undoubtedly that of cigars. The elegant-looking gentleman seemed to have been engaged in his own kind of battle in this less-than-elegant battlefield.
Sensing the smell of paper and cigars, Deborah followed Zen into the room. Stepping inside, she unwittingly widened her eyes in surprise.
‘Goodness.’
The paper he used must have been of high quality. The room was filled with mountains of documents, yet the smell was remarkably faint.
“It’s like a mountain. No wonder making money isn’t easy.”
Deborah hoped Zen would move further into the office, but he remained near the entrance, showing no intention of moving.
‘What’s going on?’
Just then, Zen, who had been showing only his broad back, turned around and said,
“Please wait a moment.”
With those words, Zen strode confidently towards the far end of the office and opened the window without hesitation.
The cool breeze that flowed in tousled Deborah’s hair, and naturally, the papers nearby were not spared either.
Like fairies playing a prank, the papers fluttered in the air. Deborah’s eyes, witnessing this mystical scene, were filled with bewilderment.
‘What do I do about all this?’
Why suddenly open a window like this! However, the actual owner of the papers, Zen, just calmly looked outside.
But when he turned to look at Deborah, his eyes wavered slightly. Up until now, his handsome profile had shown no trace of emotion.
However, Deborah didn’t notice the flicker in Zen’s eyes as she looked at him. The office was spacious, and thus, the distance between them was considerable.
“What do we do about all these papers?” Deborah asked, looking at the documents scattered on the floor.
“…It’s not your concern. Don’t worry about it and come in,” Zen replied sharply.
‘Maybe he’s telling me not to overstep.’
Deborah was fine with Zen’s prickly manner and cool reaction, but entering the office now seemed daunting. How was she to avoid this paper minefield?
‘But it’s not impossible.’
With resolve, Deborah gently gathered her voluminous skirt and carefully stepped over each paper, making her way towards Zen.
‘It’s like avoiding puddles on a rainy day. Somewhat amusing.’
Preoccupied with watching her step, Deborah remained unaware of how Zen was looking at her.
She didn’t know that Zen couldn’t take his eyes off her, not just as she approached him but even after she reached him.
Zen was fine with that. It didn’t matter to him.
“Mr. Baker, would you take a look at this?”
Deborah, having reached him with some difficulty, extended the documents she had brought with a bright smile. Zen took the papers and began to examine them, his attention caught more by the neat handwriting than the content. Even the handwriting was characteristically Deborah’s.
“Lady Saint told me. You want me to take care of not just Lady Blythe’s grooming but also her overall lifestyle.”
“I’m the one who hired you, yet I hear this from her.”
Zen smirked bitterly.
“Wasn’t this discussed with you?”
“No, it was. So, what about it?”
Zen asked, shaking the paper in his hand. Deborah, standing upright with her hands clasped in front of her, replied,
“That’s my requirement for you.”
“Requirement?”
“Yes. If you don’t meet these requirements, I’ve decided to return to Lady Saint.”
Zen’s arrogant smile evaporated instantly.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
