I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
Snow fell upon the night streets of Marcel. Pedestrians under the glow of gas lamps hurried along, hunched tightly against the cold.
Inside a black carriage speeding past them sat August Holden and Logan Redford side by side, each lost in their own thoughts.
Ernest Holden glanced sideways at Logan beside him.
Logan Redford.
Ernest had been with him since they first learned to walk.
Partly because their families had long enjoyed good relations, but mostly because the two boys got along well enough.
More precisely, it was because the sociable Ernest had always adjusted himself to fit Logan.
Aside from being indifferent to everything and awkward at expressing emotions, Logan was practically perfect.
After all, he learned faster than anyone else and consistently achieved top grades.
And that wasn’t all—his relentless, almost obsessive persistence, working day and night until he succeeded, was enough to exhaust anyone watching.
In short, he was a natural-born genius who also worked tirelessly.
And this Logan Redford had shown interest in a person—specifically, ‘Sydney Warden’—for the very first time.
As Logan’s friend, Ernest initially considered this a fortunate development. Yet after learning the truth, he was utterly shocked.
Logan had harassed Sydney with such relentless intensity that people began saying there was no more vicious superior than him.
Still, Ernest had hoped things would improve with time.
Ernest Holden tapped Logan’s shoulder and finally spoke up.
“I swear, I really have to talk to you today. Why are you so hell-bent on devouring Lord Warden?”
“…….”
“Could it be… jealousy?”
Logan shot his friend a glare so fierce it seemed he might actually bite him. Ernest merely chuckled softly, amused by his friend’s reaction, and teased him further.
“If it’s not that… then maybe it’s because the person you like isn’t behaving as you’d wish… but that’s obviously not the case, is it?”
“You lunatic.”
“Exactly! That’s precisely what I’m saying—absolute madness.”
Ernest waved his hand dismissively and snorted. Leaning his chin on the armrest of the seat, he continued in a singsong tone.
“What I’m getting at is… maybe you’re jealous of Lord Warden because you suspect Sydney Warden and this woman named Marien might be involved.”
“Nonsense.”
Logan rejected the idea firmly.
After all, he knew Marien had been with a man for the first time, making Ernest’s theory completely implausible.
Unaware of Logan’s true thoughts, Ernest persisted in spelling it out point by point.
“Listen carefully, my friend. You went to ask about this woman Marien, right?”
“…….”
“But Lord Warden probably refused to tell you anything. Why? Because, let’s be honest—you looked like a madman to anyone watching.”
“Ernest Holden.”
Ignoring Logan’s heavy warning with a sly grin, Ernest pressed on.
“Well, that’s just how it is. So naturally, you might’ve thought, ‘Who the hell are you to protect my woman?’”
“…….”
“You got annoyed when Lord Warden avoided answering, didn’t you? But… given his character… he’s simply not the type to reveal that sort of thing. You know that yourself—he’s surprisingly principled.”
“He certainly is.”
Logan finally responded to Ernest’s words. Seizing the opportunity, Ernest patted Logan’s shoulder and added,
“And just now, I overheard Lord Warden talking too—he didn’t seem particularly close with Miss Marien at all. You were just being overly sensitive.”
“It’s not that… Shut up already.”
Logan brushed Ernest’s hand away and looked out the window.
The streetlamp light flickered across his face,
deepening the shadows on his already sharp features and accentuating his rugged, untamed charm.
His narrowed eyes, displeased, held a dark intensity in their blue depths.
As the carriage left the city center and headed toward the outskirts, the view beyond the window transformed into a forest blanketed in white snowflakes.
Bathed solely in the soft glow of moonlight, Ernest Holden spoke again.
“Just move into the city already. Stop commuting such a long distance every day.”
“…….”
The carriage seemed about to stop when the sound of a massive iron gate opening echoed.
As the carriage resumed moving, Logan turned to face Ernest.
“What? Why all of a sudden?”
“Did you see the mark on Sydney Warden’s neck?”
“Oh, that… So you saw it too.”
Ernest grabbed the back of his neck and lowered his head.
It was his telltale habit whenever deeply flustered. After opening and closing his mouth several times, he finally spoke, his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Actually… I went to Victoria’s place on the morning of the first. And… Lord Warden happened to be coming out of the shower.”
Logan, who had already been devastated once upon hearing about Sydney Warden, now asked with a desperate, grasping hope.
If Ernest’s account was true… then it confirmed that Sydney Warden had indeed been at Mayfield during the very time Logan was with Marien.
Yet Logan’s suspicion remained unchanged.
“You must’ve seen it wrong.”
“What are you talking about? I even confronted Victoria about whether we’d become ‘that’ close… We nearly dueled over it, and we even had breakfast together the next morning.”
“Are you saying Lady Orwello left that hickey?”
Impossible. That mark was unmistakably the one Logan himself had left on Marien.
Victoria Orwello must have removed Sydney’s shirt despite the interference.
Only then could he have confirmed with his own eyes whether Sydney Warden was truly a woman…
Logan muttered a quiet curse, blaming himself for failing to do exactly that.
Misinterpreting Logan’s frustration, Ernest began defending Victoria Orwello.
“Well! It was that kind of night, after all. When young lovers get heated, these things can happen. And Lord Warden didn’t seem to mind it either.”
“…Didn’t mind it?”
“Of course! He was so attentive toward Victoria. He even said outright that if responsibility was needed, he’d gladly take it. Honestly, as another man, I think he’s a genuinely decent guy.”
“…….”
Sydney Warden?
The very person who used to scowl the moment anyone touched him… didn’t mind it?
Then what about those words back then?
Did that mean he only disliked being touched by Logan Redford specifically? Or perhaps… he was just desperate to keep his secret as a woman hidden?
Noticing Logan’s disturbed expression, Ernest Holden quickly changed the subject.
“Oh, by the way—what happened with Miss Marien that day? You asking a woman to leave your side was a first for you, so this older brother’s expectations are high. Come on, tell me.”
“…….”
Ah, Marien.
Just hearing her name made Logan Redford’s body react instantly.
The vivid image of her trembling beneath him in pleasure materialized clearly in his mind.
Her soft skin, her wantonly disheveled expression, her eyes filled with greedy longing for him… Every single moment overlapped with the image of Sydney Warden.
It felt insane—but at the same time, he wished desperately that this damn delusion might somehow become reality.
“What’s with your reaction? Why are you acting like this?”
“Hmph!”
Logan covered his mouth with his fist and subtly avoided Ernest’s gaze.
“This reaction… it’s exactly the same as Lord Warden’s. Logan, could it really have been possible?”
“…….”
Maybe it was possible.
Because that woman Marien resembled Sydney so closely that, without Logan even realizing it, his body mistook her for Sydney Warden…
Either way, all he needed to do was find Marien—or confirm whether Sydney was truly a woman.
Logan Redford smirked, lifting one corner of his mouth. Watching his friend, Ernest’s jaw dropped open.
“Wow, you really have to catch that woman.”
This was his chance.
It was the lifeline that could finally free Logan Redford from the nightmare of questioning his own sexuality that had tormented him for the past four years.
Whether it was Marien or Sydney Warden… Logan wouldn’t let her slip away.
“That’s exactly the plan.”
Logan tapped Ernest’s shoulder and stepped out of the carriage. Gazing at the brightly lit townhouse, he let out a long sigh.
His white breath dispersed into the air, mingling with the sleeping faces of Marien and Sydney Warden…
That night, after collapsing and waking up, she found herself in Victoria’s apartment.
She didn’t ask Victoria why she’d been brought here or what had happened.
Her body ached, making everything feel like a chore, and Victoria hadn’t brought up the subject herself.
From the commotion she’d vaguely heard in her sleep… she guessed Logan Redford had visited this apartment several times.
Thanks to Victoria and Sarah’s devoted care, Sydney recovered just in time for the end of her leave.
Rising early that morning, Sydney quickly dressed in her uniform. After all, commuting from here would take longer than from Dustin Avenue near her office.
As she fastened her shirt buttons, Sydney walked toward the mirror and opened her collar to inspect her neck.
Fortunately, the red marks had already faded to the point of being barely noticeable unless examined closely.
Come to think of it… she never actually answered that question. Sydney’s fingertips trembled slightly as they brushed over her collarbone.
Though the physical trace he’d left had faded, the intense sensation remained vividly fresh.
Damn it. Sydney squeezed her eyes shut and hurriedly fastened her shirt buttons. Clenching and unclenching her still-shaking hands, she muttered to herself,
“…It never happened.”
Then, grabbing her jacket and coat, she left the room. At the door stood Victoria and Sarah side by side.
“It’s your first day back this year. Would it be… okay if I came with you?”
Seeing Victoria, dressed even in a white fur coat, ask this question, Sydney couldn’t help but smile softly.
She scanned her friend up and down as if inspecting her uniform.
“Wear a scarf too. It’s cold in the morning.”
“Sarah! My scarf!”
At Victoria’s shout, Sarah—who had already bundled up in her coat—came running with a pink woolen scarf.
While Sarah wrapped the scarf around Victoria, Sydney put on her jacket and coat.
Once inside the elevator, Sarah expertly closed the iron gate and pushed the lever.
With a clang and a light jolt, the elevator began descending. Victoria took Sydney’s hand and spoke.
“Sydney, you really dress fast.”
“It’s more surprising that you’re up this early.”
“The young lady just woke up. She slept in her dress last night.”
Sarah chimed in support of Sydney’s remark, and Victoria shrugged proudly.
“I know myself well.”
Victoria’s words made Sydney burst into laughter. They stepped out of the elevator in high spirits.
It wasn’t a bad way to start the day.
Was it too greedy to hope this peaceful routine would continue? After only a few steps, Victoria’s mutter reached her ears.
“Huh? What’s that guy doing here…?”
Looking up, Sydney saw Logan Redford speaking with the building manager, John Duffman.
Why was Logan here so early, even before work hours? Unease flickered in Sydney’s eyes.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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Ahhhh the “I have a friend” line. How did she keep her gender hidden this long smh lol
Could it be he was the one who designed the dresses Victoria gifted her?