“This guy says they’ve got some good tea. If this old man can’t attract your company, perhaps a taste of tea might? He exaggerates at times, but he doesn’t lie.”
Falling short there meant a beheading, so it was a given.
“So…what do you say? Shall we go?”
Arnoldt was making his second invitation.
This was not a jest or mere pleasantries.
‘Refusing when he insists this much wouldn’t be polite.’
Plus, ignoring this man with a hotel manager badge might weigh on her conscience for life.
‘I was planning on leaving anyway.’
A good excuse to leave couldn’t hurt.
Odette nodded her head.
“Then I gratefully accept.”
And so, the two ended up having tea time on the top floor of the Wellington Hotel.
In the beautifully landscaped top-floor area, only the two of them were seated.
Ssssss.
Skillfully pouring tea into Odette’s cup, Arnoldt silently placed the teapot back on the table.
“Yannick says this tea is from the eastern continent. Try it. I’m not a tea connoisseur, so I can’t really judge its quality.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.”
Odette, who had accepted the teacup, glanced at Arnoldt’s hand.
His hands looked rough and rugged, likely due to years of wielding a sword, yet his movements were as graceful as a bird’s feather.
Whatever exterior he might present, it was evidence he was nobility to the bone.
‘Probably, even his claim of not knowing much about tea is a lie.’
It was unlikely someone like Arnoldt would lack a refined understanding of tea.
He was simply acting in accordance with his rugged and plain exterior.
Utilizing even that exterior image could be considered a noble-like attitude.
Odette’s form of address for Arnolt had also changed, aligning with his new title—from ‘Sir Arnolt’ to ‘Count Pwart.’
This was evidently a more formal title.
“When we get married, I should call you… father-in-law,” she mused.
Although it was still too early to do so.
Her meeting with Arnolt had been extraordinarily abrupt.
She had never even imagined meeting him this soon.
Odette recalled her conversation with Balter.
[DASH] Duke, is there anything I need to know about your family or relatives? [DASH] No, not at the moment. There’s no need to concern yourself. [DASH] But how can I be a good duchess if I don’t know anything? [DASH] Stop worrying unnecessarily. No one will say anything even if you do nothing and live leisurely.Balter’s tone was cynical. Most of his words usually were.
And this had caused Odette a degree of hurt.
“It’s as if he expects nothing of me.”
For Odette, as she was now, the idea that she was sufficient just by existing was poisonous.
Because, in her eyes, her existence held no value.
If her existence, devoid of any worth, was enough to fill the role of the duchess, then it meant she could be replaced by anything at any time.
So she stubbornly asked.
[DASH] Still, if I am to become a duchess, I want to do my best. What do I need to know?Although Odette expected Balter to react irritably, surprisingly, he didn’t scold her.
[DASH] You seem to misunderstand. You really don’t need to know anything. The seat of the lady of the house in Ertman has been vacant for a long time, and the only direct family to speak of is my grandfather.Balter further added that she would naturally learn everything once she was in the Duchy of Ertman.
[DASH] Don’t be too anxious. There’s no immediate need to meet my grandfather.Yes, he had clearly said that.
“I now have an immediate reason to meet the grandfather!”
She regretted not paying more attention to Balter’s words.
Though her frustration soared, regret now was meaningless.
Odette lifted her tea cup to her lips, then slowly set it down, looking at Arnolt.
“Did he come upon hearing the news of the marriage?”
Or was he unaware?
Judging from his behavior so far, it seemed he didn’t even know that the person in front of him would soon be his granddaughter-in-law.
So here he was, casually offering tea.
“Will I be thrown out if I reveal that I am a princess?”
Arnolt’s ill feelings toward the royal family were well-known.
Having chosen his lineage over his son for the sake of survival, he had no reason to hold the royal family in high regard.
Especially knowing that she would be marrying Balter.
“Given that he hasn’t mentioned anything, it seems he hasn’t realized that I am the Fourth Princess.”
Should I reveal that I am a princess right here?
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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