“If you don’t have ability, at least you should be quick to acknowledge it.”
“…..”
“How can your supervisor even show their face with you like this?”
Faces tinged with shame were lowered.
As young masters from fairly well-bred noble families, they had never experienced such humiliation in their lives.
However, none of them dared to object to Vincent’s words.
If they wanted to keep their foothold in the administrative position for long, there was nothing good about being on Vincent’s bad side.
After all, he was a talented individual recognized by the royal family and was even about to be awarded a title.
“We’re sorry.”
The three bowed heads prayed for just one thing.
That this news would not reach their supervisor.
Looking disapprovingly at their trembling bodies, Vincent muttered softly.
“Who is your supervisor?”
[This is the timeline separator]Yuriel’s early journey home was unusually quiet, unlike recent days.
As she was about to head east to avoid people’s gazes, she unexpectedly saw the quiet west, made up her mind, and changed direction.
Thanks to taking a shortcut, it didn’t take long to arrive at her quarters.
Carefully entering her quarters, Yuriel looked around the quiet space and moved to find her mother.
Her mother, who had been sleeping more lately, was once again curled up asleep today.
Stubbornly leaning against the chair, her mother always left the good bed empty for her.
Carefully supporting Jane and moving her to the soft bed, Yuriel placed her hand on her half-asleep mother’s forehead.
Uneven breaths and feverish heat transmitted through her fingertips.
As expected, her words from yesterday saying she was fine were not fine at all.
With a sinking feeling in her heart, tears welled up in Yuriel’s eyes.
Even at this late hour, Blanchet’s subordinate had not appeared before her.
She knew what that meant.
Though she had tried to deny it, that man had no intention of giving her the medicine.
She recalled his final mockery of her.
That man who cruelly told her to prove her worth.
If she couldn’t prove the worth he spoke of, she might never see her mother again.
‘That day, I shouldn’t have said those words.’
If only she hadn’t asked him to give her the medicine…
Though it would be a sin against his fiancée, writing a letter would have been less worse than this.
Belated regret washed over Yuriel like a tidal wave.
Yuriel wiped away the tears that spilled out uncontrollably with her dry hand.
There was no time to be consumed by regret.
She had to recall somehow.
What could someone like her, who had nothing, offer to Blanchet’s heir who had everything?
In fact, it wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it.
It was a question she had pondered over thousands of times in the past.
But the more she questioned, the more overwhelming it became.
Prove her worth? He wasn’t someone who needed someone like her in the first place.
If he had said such things from the beginning with no intention of giving her the medicine…
The thought alone made her heart sink.
If that was the case, he wouldn’t care what she did.
But she couldn’t just sit idle like this…
Listening to her mother’s labored breathing, Yuriel bit her lip.
She couldn’t do nothing like this.
Yes. Just 1 year.
It’s only 1 year.
The time she had to endure whatever she did.
She had no intention of letting anyone take away her mother’s vitality that she had barely regained.
Yuriel spread out the cleanest stationery and pressed down hard to write each letter.
After hesitating for a long time on what else to write, the sentence that ended with a period was just this one line.
After sending the letter, Yuriel anxiously waited for a reply.
What if he said he didn’t want to meet?
What if he was tired of someone like her and didn’t even reply?
It wouldn’t be strange.
He wasn’t the type to send replies well in the first place.
It was always her who wanted something from him, and accordingly, it was her side that had to write letters and wail.
The fact that he wanted nothing from her burned her insides black.
At the end of a day that passed like that.
As Yuriel rummaged through the mailbox in the dormitory, a letter with a familiar seal arrived for her.
Her hand quickly tore off Blanchet’s seal and picked up the letter.
Yuriel’s gaze stopped abruptly at the sharp handwriting resembling him.
Momentarily confused by the brief reply, Yuriel turned the letter over.
But that was all that was written.
It seemed to mean they should meet here.
Marriott. Yuriel stared for a moment at the unfamiliar building name before folding it away.
Even if this place was a fire pit, she was in no position to be picky now.
[This is the timeline separator]As Yuriel got off the carriage, a wind rough as sand grains whipped across her face.
Marriott.
The place he mentioned was a famous hotel in the capital operated by Blanchet.
The coachman, either concerned for his passenger’s boredom or to alleviate his own, had rattled on about various things throughout the journey here.
That the Marriott Hotel, said to be the most splendid in the capital, doesn’t even let ordinary people inside.
That all sorts of secret noble behaviors and love affairs take place here.
That he’s never seen a man and woman who didn’t grow closer after entering and leaving this place.
She had guessed from hearing the word hotel, but… the explicit stories of nobles’ affairs weighed on Yuriel’s heart like a huge rock.
Especially when hearing about nobles meeting their extramarital partners there.
In reality, it was laughable for her to act so noble.
A man calling her to the bedroom late at night.
She wasn’t unaware of what that meant.
Looking at her face reflected in the carriage window, Yuriel pulled her fur hat down low.
Her appearance was quite ridiculous, having covered herself with anything that could hide her face.
Even her red hair, which she once liked for its uniqueness, was now rolled up and tucked under her hat to be hidden.
With a scarf covering up to her mouth, she looked no different from someone going to commit theft.
As she concealed herself over and over like that, several sceneries passed by outside the carriage window.
The capital’s scenery boasted a splendid face that didn’t suit her faded self at all.
“We’ve arrived.”
The coachman glanced at her questioningly, as if wondering why someone in such an appearance was going to the Marriott.
However, upon discovering the snow-white face that couldn’t be hidden even by the shabby appearance, he froze.
To the eyes of the coachman who had lived for quite a long time, the woman was among the most beautiful.
Even with her hat haphazardly pulled down.
While the coachman accumulated his own impressions, thinking ‘So this is how beautiful one must be to change one’s fortune at the Marriott,’ Yuriel silently got off the carriage.
She handed the fare to the dazed coachman and hurriedly moved her steps without even thinking to receive change.
The hotel was larger and taller than any building she had seen before, undoubtedly drawing attention.
The hotel’s interior, befitting a building owned by Blanchet, was built in their distinctive architectural style, boasting an elegant yet magnificent feel.
However, Yuriel had no room to appreciate such things now.
Throughout entering the splendid building bathed in light, Yuriel felt like laughing hollowly.
The taller and more splendid the building, the brighter the lights illuminating her, the more Yuriel wanted to hide.
Of course, even such a small wish was not easily granted by God.
As it was clearly a place for wealthy people, her appearance rather stood out, and people’s gazes constantly fell on her.
Each time, Yuriel’s steps quickened even more.
As if fleeing.
Even though no one would recognize her since she was wrapped up from head to toe, still.
Only after hurrying into an empty stairwell did Yuriel let out a long sigh.
As a quiet blank formed, his face flashed through her mind.
Just like when the quiet dawn would come.
‘If he shows no interest…’
Now was the time to think only of that.
The hotel staff, as if having received some instruction, immediately allowed her entry despite her shabby appearance.
The staff’s attitude was friendly enough to make Yuriel feel burdened.
Escorted and riding up in the elevator, a long carpeted hallway came into view.
“The White Room is over there.”
Having completed his task, the staff bowed his head politely in greeting and disappeared.
After even the staff had gone, the task of heading to the room became Yuriel’s alone.
The trembling of her heart was so great that Yuriel could no longer distinguish whether it was the sound of her footsteps or her heartbeat.
At the end of the hallway she reached without knowing how.
Opening the door and entering, he was seated far away.
Beyond him, the bedroom was explicitly visible.
His gaze, which had been facing the window, slowly lifted to look at her.
Yuriel filled Cassian’s red gaze, rippling above.
[This is the timeline separator]The woman had finally come before him.
The image of her moving quickly with hurried steps from getting off the carriage until arriving here overlapped.
As if being chased by something.
It contrasted with her leisurely steps when she usually appeared before him.
This woman’s attitude clearly differed when there was a reason and when there wasn’t.
The sight of the woman moving solely by that damned ‘reason’ was now ridiculous.
Shouldn’t she at least try to hide it if there was a reason?
How laughable those futile escapes and deceptions trampled under his eyes every moment were.
Yet the end of that escape was ultimately him.
A ridiculous conclusion, but that one thing was quite to his liking.
The woman who stood before him like that was no different from a dry branch.
As if she had come in to die.
Late night. The most willing place for a man and woman to roll around.
He knows it’s quite a malicious act to have called her here.
In fact, he knows the reason why this woman said she would leave his side a little faster.
It must be the result of that noble spirit that couldn’t dare to cling to a man with a fiancée.
That noble and beautiful spirit crumbled easily as always.
In his grasp.
Does he look like a devil to that woman for breaking it?
So what, the woman before his eyes who came here doesn’t have such a pure inside either.
The brazen lips that whispered love to him dominated his sight.
What will this woman babble today?
Just as he was becoming quite curious, Yuriel slowly narrowed the distance.
At the end of narrowing to a distance of about one step, the woman’s sweet scent brushed his nose.
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Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up! (Female-dominant)
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!
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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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