Lirien’s eyes flickered with a hint of doubt.
Understandably so. Who would believe a stranger declaring their lover to be married?
“Well, I am…” I hesitated for a moment, knowing revealing my identity might trouble her.
She might fear that I came to tug at her hair, already scared by the mere thought.
But there was no point in hiding it now.
‘She’ll find out if we meet at a social event anyway.’
I took a moment before speaking to minimize the shock.
“Your lover is Count Devon Vuiel, and I am his wife.”
“…A count? He said he was a commoner.”
“He lied to you.”
Lirien’s chestnut eyes trembled with confusion.
“Wait, so you mean… the person in front of me is the wife of Count Vuiel…?”
Bingo. I smiled faintly.
Eek! Lirien panicked, looking horrified. Her immediate reaction was to protect her head with her hands, suspecting I came for her hair.
I laughed heartily at her trembling figure.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t come to harm you.”
Would I risk getting beheaded by your doting younger brother for pulling your hair? I thought inwardly, moving closer to grasp her hands gently.
“Lady Lirien, I came because I’m worried about you.”
“Worried about me?”
Lirien looked up at me with a mix of apprehension, her eyes fluttering innocently. Seeing her genuinely good nature, I spoke more earnestly.
“Don’t associate with that man anymore. You’re too good for him.”
Her eyes widened, as if hearing such words for the first time.
“Me, too good?”
“Of course.”
What an obvious truth.
I patted her hand reassuringly, feeling a twinge of guilt and compassion for nearly having her killed.
“So, promise you won’t meet him again?”
She nodded blankly, like someone spellbound by a new religion.
‘Good, she’s a gentle soul.’
I was relieved. If she had stubbornly claimed to be a victim or clung to Devon, it would have been troublesome.
I let go of her hands, ready to leave, feeling we had comforted each other enough as mutual victims.
I didn’t want to risk another deadly flag by lingering, especially under the watchful eye of her fiercely protective younger brother.
“Then, I wish you luck, Lady Lirien.”
That’s when she suddenly grabbed my garment, startling me.
“Wait, Countess!”
“What’s the matter?”
I turned to her nonchalantly.
“Countess, let me properly apologize. I’ll invite you to our estate for tea sometime.”
“Wouldn’t it be strange for us to sit together for tea? This situation isn’t exactly a pleasant memory.”
“But still… Could you give me a chance to explain? I just read his letter because he followed me to my lodging and insisted.”
Yes, yes, it wasn’t your fault. Devon was persistent. I nodded, half-listening to her predictable story, when a burst of cheerful laughter came from the alley. Lirien’s eyes brightened.
“Oh, those are my friends.”
Friends? Did Lirien have friends? I was puzzled; the original story seemed to suggest she had none at her funeral.
Meanwhile, she continued shyly.
“They’re friends I met at a pastry workshop recently. They must have come looking for me because I’m late.”
“Lirien, whenever we send you on errands, it always takes half a day. Are you sure you’re not missing something?”
A high, thin voice echoed in the deserted alley.
Lirien flinched, her shoulders trembling.
I glanced at the box dropped at the entrance of the alley. Ah, she was running an errand. Meanwhile, the banter of the women continued.
“Right? Isn’t that hairstyle too ridiculous?”
“Famed as a noble lady, but when I got to know her, she was nothing special.”
“That’s all past glory. She’s so oblivious. I once told her, ‘You’re still like a little girl, Lady Lirien.’ She just laughed, not getting the sarcasm. And she bakes these even though she barely learned how.”
Thud. The tossed dessert box bounced, scattering its contents nearby.
Looking down, I saw Lirien’s lips, bitten in betrayal. She must be seething with anger, wanting to bite her tongue in shame.
But she couldn’t lash out, especially not in front of me, the cause of her troubles.
Seeing her holding back tears, her lips nearly bleeding, I couldn’t help but feel softer.
I sighed and gently squeezed the back of Lirien’s hand, which was tightly grasping the hem of my dress.
“Lady, do you know what kind of person people fear the most?”
Lirien slowly raised her head, then shook it quickly. Her earlier tearfulness was gone.
“A crazy person.”
“…”
“So next time someone treats you lightly, act crazy and bite them. Your round eyes might turn red and look pretty like a rabbit, but it’s too precious to cry over such trivial people.”
I cooled her tearful eyes with a gentle hand, smiling. Thankfully, this time she seemed to lose her murderous intent and nodded as if spellbound.
I patted her shoulder, then walked to the fallen paper box.
The squashed box revealed a peek of the Madelaines, which smelled deliciously nutty and sweet. To think they were treated like trash.
I picked one up and dusted it off.
You mentioned inviting me for tea as an apology. Let’s just use this instead.
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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