As soon as Deborah got out of the car, she heard an unexpected voice.
“Did you enjoy your outing after such a long time?”
Deborah, who had hurriedly raised her head, spoke to Cedric, who was smiling brightly at her.
“Oh my. You didn’t have to come out to greet me.”
“Haha. It wasn’t on purpose, it was just a coincidence. So please don’t feel burdened.”
Cedric said that while extending his hand.
“May I take your luggage?”
“Well, if I refuse…”
“Then I’ll keep insisting until you give me your luggage. I’m quite persistent, you know.”
Deborah, who let out a low laugh, said,
“Then I’ll gratefully accept your offer.”
“Thank you for trusting me with it.”
Cedric, who received the luggage from Deborah, said to Paul,
“The master is calling for you.”
“Yes.”
Paul answered, very tense. Deborah, who had naturally turned her head towards Paul, bowed her head to him and greeted,
“Thanks to you, I had a comfortable trip today. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. I’m glad I could be of help.”
Paul answered with a big grin. At that moment, Cedric, who had raised his head high to look at the mansion, said to Deborah,
“Let’s go inside now. You must be cold.”
“Yes.”
And so, Deborah went into the mansion, unaware that someone was watching her.
Until then, Deborah had intended to talk to Cedric about her next outing schedule.
She thought it might seem irresponsible to bring up another outing schedule right after coming back, but she had no choice. Because she had met Sage.
However, thanks to what Cedric said next, Deborah had to write a regretful letter to Sage saying that she would only be able to see him a month later, instead of scheduling an outing.
As she wrote the letter, Deborah let out a groan.
‘If I had known this would happen, I should have spent more time with him then.’
Deborah was disappointed, but she would be able to meet him again. She decided to be satisfied with that and focus on the upcoming events.
After asking Shelley to send the letter, Deborah left her room with the documents she had prepared all night.
‘Sigh. A party all of a sudden.’
And a formal social party that only nobles attend, at that.
‘It will be Mr. Baker and the young lady’s first party.’
At their first party that Deborah knew of, Dia received contemptuous glances.
Blatant stares that didn’t bother to hide their thoughts and sneers that were clearly audible even if quiet.
Under the brilliant chandelier, Dia was the most pathetic and insignificant woman.
But then, Zen asked Dia to dance.
‘What should I do? I can’t dance in the first place, and now I’m too nervous to move as I want to.’
Dia didn’t want to take his hand. But she couldn’t refuse either.
At that moment, Zen pulled her hesitating hand from mid-air. In the forcibly started dance, Dia nearly fell several times, but Zen held her.
When Dia accidentally stepped on Zen’s foot and was about to apologize in panic, he whispered in her ear like this.
Zen’s voice was so cold that Dia felt her heart would freeze.
But oddly enough, the place where he held her was hot.
Thus, neither frozen nor burned, Dia gazed entranced at Zen’s eyes that were staring at her closely.
‘Have I ever seen this person’s eyes this close before?’
After the dance ended, Zen approached people with a friendly face.
He acted so well as a humble man who knew his place and cherished and loved his wife very much.
Zen, who seemed like he would answer any question eloquently, stopped speaking.
Dia, who had been looking at the floor due to nervousness, raised her head to examine Zen’s expression.
Was it because of the light? His eyes seemed to be filled with moisture. Even though the corners of his mouth were clearly forming a beautiful curve.
At Zen’s voice that sounded choked with emotion, Dia found herself feeling fluttered without even realizing it.
Dia knew that Zen had said those words he didn’t mean not for her sake, but for his own.
‘And yet.’
Throughout the party, Zen was kind to Dia. And not long after encountering Duke Buin at the party, Zen returned with Dia.
As if the mission was over, or as if it was time to wake up from a dream.
In the car on the way back, Zen didn’t even glance at Dia, and as soon as they returned to the mansion, he said to Cedric who was waiting for him,
Dia’s face burned red with shame. Cedric, who glanced at her, said,
With that, Zen went up to his study, leaving Dia behind, and Cedric escorted her to her room.
Dia quietly shed tears alone in her room.
‘What am I good at? I’m really pathetic.’
Dia, who had been deprecating herself, thought while looking at the moon that she could barely see through her tears.
‘Zen isn’t a bad person. He’s not intentionally unkind. He just doesn’t know how to do anything but pretend.’
If she tried not to make Zen sigh, and approached him kindly, wouldn’t he someday come to her too? Wouldn’t he show her his clumsy kindness?
‘Not the false kindness he fluently imitated, but his awkward sincerity?’
That’s how Dia came to desire Zen.
Deborah, recalling all this story, furrowed her brow.
‘Mr. Baker was really unpleasant.’
She didn’t even want to call him Mr. Baker. She just wanted to call him Zen Baker.
That’s how different the Zen Baker in the story seemed from the Zen Deborah knew. How could they be so different?
‘No. You never know. If the young lady makes a mistake at this party, he might show such a prickly side.’
Even if this party wasn’t the one where Duke Buin appears as Deborah knew from the story, it was Zen’s first formal social party. He would be very sensitive as it was an important party.
‘By the way, Mr. Baker is impressive, isn’t he? Attending a social party even though he didn’t rise in status by marrying a noble.’
Whether it was through underhanded means or formal attendance, it was probably the first time in Gratian history.
‘It’s better if there are no mistakes. For the young lady’s sake, and for Mr. Baker’s sake.’
For that, everyone needed to make an effort. And that everyone included Deborah.
“Haa…”
Deborah, who took a deep breath, knocked on the door and heard a familiar voice.
“Come in.”
Deborah opened the door and said to Cedric, who was smiling at her,
“Mr. Rareford. I’m sorry to bother you when you’re busy.”
“Not at all. Deborah’s visit is always welcome.”
“Oh my, it feels good when you say that.”
Deborah, who smiled with her eyes crinkling, handed over the stiff documents she had brought.
“I picked out some good ones from the catalog. And I wrote down other things we need.”
“You’re quick. I’ll prepare quickly too.”
“Please do. After all, dresses often look different in person, and we need to do fittings too.”
Cedric, placing the documents neatly on the desk, said,
“Haha. You must be flustered by the sudden busyness, right?”
“Well, I’m fine, but the young lady and Mrs. Brown…”
Deborah could still vividly remember their expressions when she met them right after returning from her outing.
‘They were as pale as if their souls had been sucked out by ghosts.’
Deborah, who smiled faintly, said,
“Still, Mrs. Brown is an amazing person. She changed the curriculum right away.”
Until now, Irene had been conducting classes with the goal of building basic education. After all, you need a solid foundation to build a building.
But suddenly a party?
Irene immediately started teaching things that were visible to the eye.
For example, how to smile or where to place one’s gaze. Even how to hold a fan and how to link arms with a partner.
[For now, forget about understanding the other person’s intentions and focus on making sure the young lady doesn’t make mistakes.]Traditionally, young ladies and noble ladies had intentions even in their smiles.
The fan was the most blatant means of expression, and how one linked arms with their partner could show how they wanted others to perceive their relationship.
“Dancing is the simplest. If you can’t dance well without any particular meaning, you just can’t dance, and if you dance well, you just dance well.”
Cedric nodded and said,
“The fact that such implicit rules have developed means that the social world is that much of a battlefield. Ah, nobles have it tough too.”
The first part was sincere, the latter part was probably sarcasm. Deborah crinkled her eyes in agreement.
“Ah. I have another favor to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Is it possible to introduce me to a man who’s good at dancing? It would be even better if he’s about Mr. Baker’s height.”
“You’re looking for a practice partner, I see.”
Deborah nodded.
It would be best if Zen could be Dia’s practice partner, but how could she ask when she knew he was busy?
“Hmm…”
Cedric, who had been lost in thought for a moment, said with his characteristic kind smile,
“If you tell me the time for dance practice, I’ll try to schedule it.”
Try to schedule it? Deborah felt something odd about Cedric’s words, but soon understood it to mean he would adjust the footmen’s schedules and told him the time.
And during today’s dance lesson time, Cedric came to find Deborah, no, Dia.
“It seems I’m the best dancer after all.”
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Daily Life of a Scumbag Man Giving Birth (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The way for a promiscuous scumbag man to atone for his sins is to let him get… pregnant.
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, scammed countless women, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to scam them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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