“You will be disappointed.”

“Me…? You think I’ll be disappointed if you ask for help?”

“Oh, no, not you…”

“Then who? Who will be disappointed?”

Emperor Maxwell raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Arabella’s response, his voice now tinged with tenderness instead of the previous chill. His round, red eyes patiently waited for her, not rushing her.

‘Why are you so frustrating? Speak up! Like a foolish idiot.’

‘Why can’t you answer properly? Are you unable to because you’ve done something wrong?’

These were the words Arabella had heard since childhood.

The reason she couldn’t answer questions immediately was not that she was slow-witted or trying to hide something wrong. Arabella was sincere and cautious.

She didn’t use her mind to fabricate words for appearances, to cover mistakes, or for her own benefit, but to find the right words to convey her true feelings.

People who were frustrated by her hesitance and misunderstood her would often press her for answers. If such treatment became repetitive, how many could communicate without feeling intimidated?

Just like he had in the forest, Emperor Maxwell realized that others must have misunderstood her in the same way, not giving her a chance to respond properly. Understanding her way of communicating, he waited patiently.

After a while, Arabella clasped her dress nervously and began to speak.

“The empress… the future empress.”

“The empress?”

Taken aback by Arabella’s unexpected reply, the emperor asked again, unsure of how to react.

He was never at a loss for words, even in diplomatic disputes with other kingdoms or disagreements with the Council of Elders. But in front of her, he often found himself speechless.

“Right now, the other candidates think you brought me to the palace because you… you fancy me as a potential empress…”

Arabella’s face turned red as she continued, her head bowed.

“If you help me, the lady who becomes the empress will be very upset. If she finds out that I’ve met with you separately, she’ll feel disappointed.”

The emperor felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, not on the head, but on the heart.

She hadn’t asked for help or tried to contact him because she feared that the future empress would misunderstand and feel bad about the emperor favoring another woman, even though one of the women tormenting her might become the empress.

Arabella’s head lifted again, and her kind eyes steadily met his.

“So, please don’t worry. I came here to help lift your curse, so I can endure what happens in the pavilion. And as promised, I won’t run away before the curse is lifted.”

The emperor looked down at Arabella, a creature so different from himself. His forehead softened with compassion and then furrowed with discomfort.

Hearing her response, it seemed entirely like something Arabella would think. He felt relieved knowing she didn’t avoid his help because she didn’t want to see him.

However, another reason made him feel uneasy. The hand holding Arabella’s tightened.

Her words implied she had no desire for the empress’s position. Why not? It’s the highest rank a woman could aspire to.

Because of me…? She doesn’t want to be my wife…?

Misinterpreting Arabella’s response, the emperor narrowed his eyes and looked down at her.

“It seems there’s some misunderstanding. I want to help you not for your sake, but for mine.”

The emperor, twisted by his emotions, spoke bluntly, uncharacteristically revealing his feelings.
“If you remain defenseless like this, people will start to suspect. They’ll speculate that there’s a different reason the Emperor, who’s supposedly fond of you, is neglecting you. And they’ll become obsessed with finding out the real reason why I brought you here.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.”

Arabella’s eyes widened with worry as she grasped the Emperor’s point.

“That’s why you must inform me immediately if you need help. Otherwise, our secret might be exposed.”

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Arabella accepted the Emperor’s warning without doubt and nodded.

She might have agreed, but it’s unlikely she’ll easily ask for help. The Emperor, observing her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her cheeks, felt a pang of distress.

“You know about the grand banquet for the eleven candidates at the palace in three days, right?”

Arabella nodded in response to the Emperor’s deliberately gruff change of topic.

“Did you attend the special practical dance lessons conducted by the invited dancer from Châtel?”

Of course, she wouldn’t have. They must have intentionally not called her.

The Emperor thought this, seeing the awkward smile she forced to hide her discomfort.

“Do you know how to dance the social dances that men and women perform together?”

“No, I’ve never learned to dance.”

Not only had she never danced with a man, but she hadn’t even held a man’s hand…

Arabella’s shy gaze fell on the Emperor’s hand, which still held hers.

Just as expected.

The Emperor reached for the door at the end of the corridor, saying,

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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