No Evil Lady in the World (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 152

What on earth was she supposed to say in a situation like this? Meiana rolled up the roughly trimmed lace and set it down as if hiding it in her palm, her eyes darting about for a while as she searched for words.

Her gaze keeps drifting to him, he’s always on her mind—even his face appears before her eyes when she lies down… That alone seemed to fulfill every condition necessary to say “I like him,” yet the problem was that the other person was Ash Loren.

When Ibi asked her, “What do you think of Ash as a man?” wasn’t she hoping, even just a little… for a positive—no, a hopeful answer?

If Ibi had mentioned anyone else—even just another servant from the same estate—Meiana would have tried her very best to say something kind.

Even if she didn’t know who that person was… she could have at least said something like, “Isn’t it important to get to know them slowly, step by step?”

But Ash Loren, of all people!

After Meiana remained silent for a long while, Ibi spoke, somewhat dejected.

“Does that mean he’s truly someone I shouldn’t set my sights on?”

“What? No, no! Ibi, that’s not what I meant at all. It’s not that I couldn’t speak because of that—it’s just…”

But Ibi wasn’t listening to Meiana anymore.

“I know, too. He told us to call him ‘Mr. Loren,’ but he’s probably a distinguished nobleman. If he went to the capital or somewhere like that, people would surely address him as ‘My Lord Baron’ or even ‘Your Grace.’ He seems like that kind of person—the atmosphere around him says so. So someone like me, just a maid… Besides, I’m just a country bumpkin, barely able to write my own name. I know it’s impolite even to entertain such thoughts.”

Ibi’s words were so monotonous and calm that Meiana suddenly felt as if her chest were tightly constricted.

Right now, as her relationship with Sediloi entered a new phase, Ibi was precisely pointing out the very realistic aspect Meiana least wanted to confront—those things she knew but deliberately kept pushing aside because she didn’t want to acknowledge them.

She suddenly wondered what Sediloi might be thinking at this very moment. He had told Meiana many times that his desire to make her a duchess was genuine. He’d conveyed it generously through his voice, gestures, and touch, and Meiana could clearly tell his words weren’t lies.

Yet whenever she was apart from Sediloi, waking up in her small, cozy room and seeing the apron hanging on the wall, that feeling of wanting to trust him seemed to quietly slip away and vanish somewhere.

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