Please Marry My Son (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Alicia was very flustered when she heard her mother, the Countess of Lancaster, had invited Eric.
But she quickly changed her mind.
After all, she hadn’t had the courage to go thank him in person after having flatly rejected him, so she figured this was for the best.
Yet, after actually meeting him, Eric showed no sign of it at all, making it hard to find the right moment to bring it up.
Still, she managed to speak up with difficulty.
“Don’t worry. This will be the last time.”
“Huh?”
“There won’t be any need for you to concern yourself like this again.”
“……That’s not what I meant—”
“It’s already gotten so late. I’ve been terribly rude today—no, again today.”
“You’re leaving already?”
“Yes?”
“Oh, no, I just—”
Misinterpreting Alicia’s flustered silence, Eric spoke again, emphasizing his words.
“As I mentioned earlier, you really don’t need to worry about this matter. I’ll handle it properly.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will.”
Seeing her sour expression, Eric asked, puzzled.
“Then…?”
“It’s just that I actually needed to say something to the Earl—”
Just then, a knock sounded, and the drawing room door opened as the Countess peeked her head in.
“Have you talked enough?”
“Oh, yes. I was just about to leave.”
“If it’s alright, stay for dinner.”
“Huh?”
“Wow, let’s eat together!”
Edward’s face lit up as he grabbed Eric’s arm.
While Eric hesitated, flustered, the Countess nodded to the Butler waiting outside for a reply.
“No, I mean—”
“Then come along. Edward, you come too.”
“Let’s go! Hurry up!”
As Edward tugged his arm, Eric looked helplessly at Alicia.
“We haven’t prepared anything special, but I hope it suits your taste.”
“Huh?”
Surprised by the unexpected comment, she asked again—but pretending nonchalance, Alicia walked ahead of Eric and Edward toward the dining room.
[This is the timeline separator]Eric was flustered once more when he saw the children lined up in the dining room.
“…You have more siblings than I thought.”
“More than average, I suppose. Say hello, kids.”
“Hello. I’m Emma.”
Emma, around Edward’s age, greeted him politely but seemed oddly guarded, while the younger twins, Ryan and Lila, looked up at Eric with curious eyes and waved.
Eric gave an awkward smile, raised his hand slightly, then quickly lowered it.
“You look very much alike.”
“I hear that a lot.”
‘Yeah. It’s like watching someone grow up.’
Thinking to himself, he followed Alicia to his seat.
[This is the timeline separator]Eric tried hard to focus only on his meal, but it wasn’t easy.
With eyes boring into his face from every direction, he had no chance to savor the food.
‘I’m going to choke.’
He’d eaten calmly even in the middle of battle—this was the hardest meal he’d ever had.
Finally, when tea and dessert arrived, the relief of nearly being done brought him slightly back to his senses.
“Mister Knight—?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“Wow! You fight well?”
“Well… I guess so?”
“If you fought a tiger, who’d win?”
“…I’ve never fought one.”
“Why not?”
“Huh?”
‘Will I ever have to fight a tiger in my life? Actually, I don’t think I’ve even seen one in the wild.’
Unable to think of a good answer, he pondered seriously before speaking.
“Tigers are probably endangered, right? So if you kill one, you’d get arrested.”
“Huh. Why?”
“Hm?”
“Ryan. Finish eating before you talk.”
“Okay—”
Ryan, as if he’d never asked, fell silent and focused intently on his pudding.
“You don’t have to worry so much. He wasn’t really asking out of curiosity.”
“Oh, I see.”
Alicia said quietly, and Eric nodded, embarrassed.
“Lila, be careful. You’ll drop it.”
The shy child, for some reason, had insisted on sitting next to Eric—whom she’d just met—so they’d had no choice but to let her.
But Alicia, worried Lila might make a mistake in front of Eric, was stricter and more nagging than usual.
“Open—! Eat it—! Right? Hm!”
“Lila.”
“Yes—”
At Alicia’s stern tone, Lila hummed briefly, then fell silent—but as she scooped her pudding, she dropped her spoon.
Clatter.
“Waaah! Mine—”
“Don’t cry. Eat this.”
Eric pushed his untouched pudding toward Lila, who was sniffling over the one on the floor.
He probably couldn’t eat any more anyway, so it was a relief.
“Aah—”
“Hm?”
Lila opened her mouth as if asking to be fed, and Eric stared at her, flustered.
“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”
Unable to watch any longer, Alicia went to the seat beside Eric where Lila had been sitting, placed the child on her lap, and began feeding her pudding.
“Delicious?”
“Eat it—”
Lila beamed brightly. Watching her, Ryan climbed down from his chair and tugged on Eric’s sleeve.
“Hm?”
“Me too—”
“Huh?”
“Hold me—”
Ryan spread his arms, and Eric instinctively picked him up and settled him on his lap.
“Aah—”
“You want me to feed you too?”
“Ryan, you can eat by yourself.”
Scolded by Alicia, Ryan whimpered and clung tightly to Eric.
“Sis—! Feed me too—! Don’t just feed Lila—”
Flustered, Eric patted Ryan’s back clumsily and sent Alicia a pleading look.
Alicia, in turn, glanced toward Edward and Emma for help—but her siblings avoided her gaze, absorbed in their desserts as if annoyed.
‘You two. Just wait till later.’
Alicia had no choice but to turn toward her mother.
Their eyes met, and the Countess of Lancaster grinned as she spoke.
“It seems Ryan really likes Eric. He kept saying he wanted to sit next to him earlier.”
Alicia stared at her mother in surprise—he’d only met him today, yet he was already using his name?
“Thank you so much. You’ve been so kind. You must really like children?”
“No, I— Yes.”
Caught off guard by Ryan tugging his tie and whining for pudding faster, Eric answered hastily—then, as he scooped some pudding, his eyes met Alicia’s.
“He just keeps crying, you see.”
Alicia watched Eric’s embarrassed explanation for a moment, then let out a short, quiet laugh.
“Hm?”
“Feed him slowly. If you give too much, he’ll spill it—and he’ll finish too fast and start whining again.”
“Oh, like this much?”
“That’s enough.”
“Aaaaaah—”
“Alright, sorry. Here.”
Eric quickly fed the fussy Ryan, who chewed noisily and then grinned with a “heh.”
Watching the child in case he spilled anything, Eric found himself smiling along without realizing it.
‘Ah. So this must be the “picture” the Duchess mentioned?’
He remembered the Duchess of Gloucester, who’d excitedly insisted they meet after claiming that the moment she saw Alicia, an image of her with her own son had popped into her head like a painting.
‘Hmm. A picture, huh.’
She watched with interest as the two sat side by side, feeding the twins pudding.
[This is the timeline separator]“Pffft.”
The Countess of Lancaster, resting in her bedroom due to poor health, burst into laughter as she hurriedly read the letter the Butler had brought.
“He seems like a good boy. They say he’s skilled too. His nickname’s a bit… funny, though.”
After Eric’s visit, she’d asked an acquaintance to look into him, and this letter was the reply.
Smiling fondly, the Countess composed herself and pulled out a fresh sheet of paper to write to the Duchess.
“If I push too hard, he’ll dislike it—but if I don’t, he won’t budge. I suppose I have no choice. Maybe I’ll sketch something out first?”
[This is the timeline separator]“Mother. You called?”
“Yes, you’re here?”
Hiding the letter from the Duchess behind her back, the Countess greeted Alicia.
“I have a question.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about Eric. What do you think of him?”
Alicia stared at her mother, who was beaming cheerfully, then sighed in exasperation.
“Mother, we’re not in a position for that right now.”
“Why not?”
Her mother’s sunny smile made Alicia feel like bursting.
Her father, the Earl of Lancaster, had been traveling domestically and abroad for years, claiming to conduct research, and her frail mother was relentlessly optimistic about everything.
That left Alicia as the only one managing the household.
“The twins are growing older, Emma needs to prepare for school, and sending Edward to the military academy will cost even more money.”
“Oh, really? Why not ask Eric? He’d know.”
“…Please stop trying to push us together.”
She showed her displeasure plainly, but her mother just kept grinning.
“Alicia, I’m talking about you. I wish you’d think about yourself before worrying about the household.”
“But I already told you—I don’t intend to marry.”
“Who said anything about marrying right away? I’m just saying meet once. You can’t marry after only two meetings. You’re being too serious, dear.”
“……”
“Oh! Have you actually thought about marriage? You didn’t seem to dislike him, after all?”
Teased by her mother, Alicia was left speechless.
Well, for just a moment—just a ve-ry brief moment—while feeding Ryan pudding, she’d thought he might make a good father.
But wasn’t that something anyone might think?
It didn’t mean she suddenly liked him or anything.
“And he’s a Captain of the Knights, right? Wouldn’t you prefer someone strong enough to protect you?”
“Then he’d protect the country before me.”
“Kill two birds with one stone. He’s bound to fall into that category anyway.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
At her daughter’s sulky expression, the Countess smiled sweetly.
“Alicia, as a Captain of the Knights, he earns a high salary, plus hazard pay nearly equal to his base pay. And since it’s a public office, his monthly wages come in like clockwork.”
“……”
“And don’t worry about the house. Your father will return and take care of everything.”
The mention of a well-paid public servant tempted her slightly, but thoughts of her father, the Earl of Lancaster, snapped her back to reality.
‘What solution could Father possibly bring just by returning? Unless he discovered a gold mine or something.’
Pouting, Alicia grumbled inwardly—then suddenly grew curious.
“Mother, why do you like him so much? You’ve only seen him once.”
“He seems like a good boy. Didn’t you think so too?”
“Well—”
He did seem kind. If he weren’t, he wouldn’t have helped her back then, wouldn’t have pretended not to notice out of consideration, and wouldn’t have been so nice to her siblings.
Now that she thought of it, she realized again she still hadn’t properly thanked or apologized to him—and fell silent.
“And he has a cute side too.”
“…Huh?”
Surprised by the unexpected word, Alicia stared wide-eyed—but the Countess chuckled softly to herself and spoke gently.
“Mom just hopes you won’t let a chance for a good connection slip by. That’s all.”
“……”
“You can’t judge a person after just one meeting. Honestly, don’t you think he’s not bad?”
“He’s not bad. But—”
“But?”
“But I’ve already refused him. So we can’t meet again.”
Eric had promised to settle things clearly and had emphasized two or three times not to worry.
But the Countess of Lancaster grinned reassuringly.
“Don’t worry about that. This time, Eric is the one who invited you.”
“Whaaat?”
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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“And that door is on a timer lock, so we aren’t getting out of here for another hour, anyway. How are the tiny cakes?”
“Quickly, get her inside! Lock the doors! All of you, hush!”
“After, he went to his office and wept, just a little, from disappointment.”