Eventually, the Female Lead Ran Away (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
To the owner of those naive eyes filled with futile hope, Todd replied in his usual curt tone.
“Yes.”
“Then….”
A faint pink hue bloomed on her pale cheeks. At that moment, Dia’s mother interjected.
“Wait a moment! The wedding has been canceled? Surely you don’t intend to back out now? We haven’t even paid the remaining sum yet—this is unacceptable!”
Dia shrank under her mother’s harsh voice. Her smile, which had resembled the gentle sunlight of early spring, vanished without a trace.
“You made us reject every other marriage proposal for this child because of your promise! What are we supposed to do if you cancel it like this?”
Todd stared indifferently at the thin middle-aged woman who was glaring at him, recalling Zen’s words. He’d clearly predicted she’d react exactly like this. So all Todd had to do was give the reply Zen had instructed.
“Do not worry, madam. Though appearances may have changed slightly, our agreement remains valid.”
With that, Todd took a silk pouch from his inner pocket and placed it in Countess Blaise’s hand.
The countess hastily opened the pouch, and a wave of laughter spread across her face.
“We shall soon welcome Lady Dia Blaise into the Baker household.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Yes. From now on, my lady will reside there.”
Dia clasped her hands over her chest. Seeing her trembling eyelashes, Todd continued.
“Do not be concerned. While it is uncommon for a bride to move residences early for bridal instruction, it is not unheard of.”
“Bridal instruction…?”
So surprised was Dia that she forgot even to blink.
“Yes. After receiving bridal instruction, Lady Dia Blaise will need to participate in society as befits her station. In other words, Miss Blaise’s duties remain largely unchanged—only the order has shifted slightly.”
Each of Todd’s words pressed heavily on Dia’s heart with guilt and obligation. Yet, the word “instruction” alone lodged firmly in her ears.
At that moment, the countess spoke.
“No, it’s vastly different! How can an unmarried young lady move into a man’s house…? And you expect her to engage in society? I can already imagine what other nobles will whisper behind our backs!”
Flustered, she continued.
“Oh, surely you aren’t just using Dia and then discarding her? That’s absolutely out of the question! Even if they aren’t married yet, everyone will know Dia stayed at the Baker estate—who would ever consider marrying her after that?”
Zen had anticipated this remark as well. Todd waited silently until she finished.
“If Dia fails to marry, this Blaise earldom will pass to distant relatives. The money in this pouch won’t last more than a few days—we’ll starve to death!”
It was an absurd exaggeration, yet Todd didn’t even furrow his brow.
“Madam, that will not happen.”
“How can I possibly know that for sure?”
Her bloodshot eyes laid bare her greed. Without hesitation, Todd pulled a pre-prepared check from his pocket and handed it to the countess.
“Present this at Chris Bank, and they will give you the funds.”
The countess clutched the check like a starving wild dog seizing its prey.
Dia’s face flushed with shame. Her once-bright eyes, full of life upon hearing “instruction,” now stared at the floor.
Todd felt nothing—not at Dia’s mortified expression, seemingly on the verge of tears, nor at the countess muttering, “Mr. Baker truly is the finest match,” as she gazed at the amount written on the check.
[This is the timeline separator]The seasons were turning. With only colder days ahead, today was relatively warm by comparison.
As if to confirm this, warm sunlight poured gently through the window. Yet Deborah had no mind to enjoy the comforting rays. Her thoughts were entirely occupied with what lay ahead.
“The beginning is crucial.”
The moment Lady Saint departed, Deborah sat at her desk and filled nearly fifty pages of paper with notes. By morning, she had condensed those fifty pages into just two.
“This should be enough.”
Though sleepless and now suffering a headache, her heart felt strangely calm.
“The most peaceful I’ve felt in a long while.”
Only after finishing her task did Deborah finally notice the gentle sunlight streaming in.
“Morning already? I wonder when Mr. Baker will return….”
In the novel, Zen was always described as a busy man.
While Deborah had been speaking with Lady Saint the previous day, Zen had gone out again and still hadn’t returned by this morning. His absence confirmed the accuracy of that portrayal.
“Oh?”
Deborah’s gaze, idly fixed on the window, caught sight of a carriage entering the estate grounds.
“Speak of the devil.”
She quickly pulled the cord to summon a maid for her morning wash. The maid who brought the water offered to help her change clothes as well, rolling up her sleeves, but Deborah declined.
“Are you sure? Let me help you.”
“No, thank you. I can manage on my own!”
To the disappointed maid, Deborah asked another question.
“I’d like to see Mr. Baker—where might I find him?”
Though puzzled that Deborah hadn’t first asked whether Zen had returned and went straight to inquiring his whereabouts, the maid answered anyway.
“If it’s the master you’re seeking, I believe he’s headed to his study at the far right end of the third floor.”
“I see. Thank you.”
After the maid left, Deborah tidied herself neatly on her own, took a deep breath, and carefully held the two pages she’d meticulously written, ensuring they remained unwrinkled, before setting off to find Zen.
As Deborah reached the central staircase on the third floor, Zen was just inserting his key into the study door.
The sharp click of her heels made him turn his head unconsciously, revealing Deborah walking slowly toward him.
At the sight, Zen’s eyes widened visibly.
“Good morning, Mr. Baker.”
The moment their eyes met, Deborah stopped, bowed her head politely, and greeted him. The nervous flutter in her throat made it difficult for Zen to speak.
“…How did you know I was here?”
“I happened to see you return through the window and asked a maid where I might find you—specifically, where Mr. Baker could be found.”
Deborah answered with a faint smile. Zen stared at her silently for a moment without saying a word.
‘Why is he acting like this again? Oh—could it be…?’
His unusual reaction made Deborah ask cautiously.
“Was it a mistake for me to come so suddenly?”
“No.”
At Zen’s quick denial, Deborah’s eyes softened slightly.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Without hesitation, she continued politely.
“Might you have a moment to spare? If now is inconvenient, I’d be happy to schedule another time at your convenience.”
“You may come in now—it’s fine.”
Zen turned the key the rest of the way, and a pleasant click echoed.
As he opened the door, the distinct dusty scent of old paper rushed out.
Mixed within was another unmistakable aroma—cigars. This elegant-looking gentleman must have fought on battlefields far from graceful, cigar clenched between his teeth.
Breathing in the mingled scents of paper and cigars, Deborah followed Zen slowly into the room. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes widened involuntarily.
“Good heavens.”
He clearly used exceptionally fine paper. Documents piled like mountains filled the entire room, yet the scent remained surprisingly mild.
“Truly a mountain of papers. Of course—it’s never easy to earn money.”
Deborah wished Zen would move deeper into the study. But Zen halted near the entrance and showed no sign of proceeding further.
‘What’s going on?’
Then, his broad back still facing her, Zen spoke while gazing straight ahead.
“Wait here a moment.”
With those words, he strode confidently across the study with his long legs and, without hesitation, threw open the window.
The cool breeze that rushed in tousled Deborah’s hair. The papers nearby fluttered even more wildly.
Like fairies playing a prank, the documents danced in the air. Deborah’s eyes widened in dismay at the magical yet troubling sight.
‘What on earth am I supposed to do now?’
Why on earth did he open the window all of a sudden! Yet the owner of these papers stood calmly gazing outside as if nothing were amiss.
Only when he turned to look at Deborah did his eyes flicker slightly—though just moments before, his beautiful profile had shown no trace of emotion.
Deborah, however, didn’t notice the subtle shift in his gaze. The study was vast, and the distance between them too great.
“What should we do about all this?”
Deborah looked at the papers scattered on the floor.
“…That’s not your concern. Don’t worry about it—just come in.”
Zen spoke in his usual sharp tone.
‘Ah, so he’s telling me not to overstep.’
Deborah didn’t mind Zen’s prickly tone or cool demeanor. But entering the study now felt daunting—how could she possibly navigate this minefield of papers?
‘Still, it’s not impossible.’
Steel resolved, Deborah gently gathered the wide hem of her skirt and tiptoed carefully around each document toward Zen.
‘It’s like walking on a rainy day, avoiding puddles. Actually… kind of fun.’
So focused was she on her feet that, once again, she failed to notice how Zen was watching her.
She would never know that his eyes never left her—not until she reached him, nor even after.
But Zen was fine with that. It didn’t matter.
“Mr. Baker, could you take a look at this?”
Having finally reached him, Deborah offered the papers with a bright smile. Zen accepted them and examined the contents slowly. His gaze lingered more on the neat handwriting than the actual words—the script itself felt distinctly like Deborah.
“Lady Saint mentioned you wish for me to oversee Lady Dia Blaise’s grooming and daily life.”
“So the person who hired you received the notice from the lady instead.”
Zen gave a wry smile.
“Wasn’t it discussed with the lady herself?”
“No. It’s settled now. Anyway—what about it?”
Zen waved the paper slightly, prompting Deborah—who stood with hands clasped neatly before her—to reply.
“That is my request to you, Mr. Baker.”
“My request?”
“Yes. If you refuse this request, I’ve decided to return to Lady Saint.”
Zen’s arrogant smile vanished instantly.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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