No matter how careful one is, life can become dangerous. So, why get entangled in a storm, especially a huge one, on purpose?
Deborah wanted to avoid this storm at all costs.
The place Zen led her to was a reception room too lavish for a mere interviewee.
Of course, reception rooms are meant to entertain guests, but this place, adorned with various art pieces and flowers about to wilt, was not intended for commoner guests like Deborah.
‘Even the fireplace is lit.’
Was that also for Deborah? Or for Zen, who didn’t like the cold despite not being particularly sensitive to it?
‘The fireplace might be for Zen, but the rest…’
Deborah felt cold sweat looking at the luxurious woolen blanket on her lap and the opulent tea set.
On a three-tiered tray, jewel-like desserts were temptingly stacked. The porcelain was from Royal Road, known for supplying to the royal family, and the teaspoons and forks were all silver.
‘Too lavish. Far too lavish.’
Enjoying the hospitality with a smile was part of etiquette, but this was so extravagant that she couldn’t bring herself to touch it.
‘And the most lavish of all is this man.’
Deborah observed Zen, who had been busily moving around, providing her with a blanket and pouring tea himself.
Zen, finding even the plush sofa uncomfortable, shifted his legs back and forth, eventually resting both his shoe soles on the floor.
“Why don’t you eat? Don’t you like these kinds of things?”
Zen leaned forward and asked. His voice was calm, unlike his somewhat erratic behavior earlier.
“Oh, no, it’s not that.”
“Then why aren’t you eating? You must be hungry after waiting for so long.”
“It’s just that these things are too precious for me to easily reach for.”
Deborah, with a gentle smile, replied, causing Zen to raise one eyebrow.
Though not exactly displeased, Zen’s expression conveyed dissatisfaction, prompting Deborah to add,
“I will eat them slowly.”
“……Please do.”
Zen then quietly watched Deborah’s hands. His eyes, intense as if wishing for those hands to grab something, made Deborah give a wry smile and finally grasp the teacup.
“If I break this, there goes three months of my salary.”
Though her heart fluttered at the thought, Deborah’s actions while sipping the tea were flawlessly smooth.
Zen watched her without blinking, his eyes half-closed as she brought the teacup to her lips. After taking just one sip, Deborah looked back at him, causing Zen to hurriedly avert his eyes. Did she notice that?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zen asked, glancing back at Deborah. By the time he finished his short sentence, his gaze was fixed somewhere in the air.
‘That’s exactly what I’d like to ask you.’
Deborah couldn’t understand why Zen was avoiding her gaze. It was she who wanted to avoid him.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
Her voice was gentle yet firm. Zen, furrowing his brows, opened his smooth lips.
“Why are you rushing? Are you in a hurry to get back to your ‘Lady Saint’ before she gets angry?”
Deborah had thought the ‘Zen’ in the novel would be a frightening person, not just irritable, but sensitive and cold like the edge of a knife. However, the current Zen seemed more like a sulky child.
‘Not scary, but…’
Yet those eyes, the way he glanced at Deborah’s face despite trying to avoid her gaze, were very much like ‘Zen’. Persistent and intense, reminiscent of flames.
“You don’t need to rush to ask me. I have many questions for you.”
“Feel free to ask.”
“First, why did you leave the Header household 10 years ago?”
Caught off guard by the question, Deborah’s smiling face froze.
10 years. A considerably long time. Long enough for a child to become an adult, for an elderly person to pass away.
Like many others, Deborah had lived a turbulent life in those 10 years.
But still, recalling ‘that time’ made her heart uneasy and her head dizzy.
“…….”
As Deborah hesitated with her mouth open, Zen, who had been staring at her in surprise, turned his head abruptly and said,
“……Let’s move on to the next question. After leaving the Header household, where were you and what were you doing?”
Zen’s new question took Deborah a step back from her grim past, but it also left her feeling uneasy.
It was perfectly normal for an employer to inquire about an interviewee’s background, but not in such a pressing manner.
‘Anyone would think I had run away and been caught.’
Suppressing her discomfort, Deborah answered leisurely.
“I believe I wrote it in my resume.”
“I’m asking because there’s only a record of working at Lady Saint’s house on your resume.”
Zen pressed her. It’s typical to only write the most recent job history unless interviewing for a high position in a royal or comparable family.
‘Does Zen not know that? No, he knows. That’s why he didn’t object earlier.’
But now, he was picking a fight.
‘So arbitrary.’
Swallowing a sigh, Deborah responded.
“I worked in a clothing factory in Northmartin.”
“Northmartin…? Which factory is that?”
“The Zelaman company factory.”
Zen, who had been frowning all along, now looked more fiercely displeased than ever.
‘So fiercely displeased.’
Why is working in a clothing factory such a terrible thing to him?
“Zelaman? Don’t lie. That factory has only been completed for 5 years.”
“That’s right. I didn’t work there for many years. Before working at the factory, I worked in a restaurant, and I’ve even worked and lived on a farm…”
“So why did you leave out all that and only mention the factory?”
Zen’s breathing was harsh. His face was pale, except for the redness around his eyes, making Deborah involuntarily glance at his eyes.
Zen heaved a heavy breath and covered his eyes with his large hand. His tormented appearance looked like a scene from a painting, but now was not the time to appreciate his beauty.
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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