Received the Obsession of a Chaste Dark Lord (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
I bit my lip in awkwardness, raising my head.
A strange sensation, like a blow to the skull, pierced through me, and tremors ran through my entire body.
I stood there silently, tightening my trembling fist.
I had to leave this place.
Though I wasn’t sure if he felt unfamiliar because he kept watching me, speaking with his eyes, the alarm kept ringing in my mind.
“I must have been in a hurry. Leo is a kind man, and you’ve always been so burdened.”
As if sensing my hesitant retreat, Lloyd spoke again, watching me in silence.
“I was worried—what if you gave me no chance at all? I’m sorry. I made another mistake.”
Again, an out-of-place apology came.
Now I was confused—was the Lloyd Alois I knew truly not someone else?
The turmoil in my heart betrayed itself without restraint in my trembling hands.
I hid my clenched fist behind me and bit my lip.
“I’m going. You must be tired—go inside and rest. I’d like to walk you to your room, but…”
No. This person is not Lloyd Alois.
I do not know anyone who repeats nothing but apologies until the very end, speaking so tragically.
Lloyd, who smiled at me as I stood there still, turned away without another word.
After walking a few steps, he turned back again.
“And…”
He opened his mouth slowly.
“There’s no reason you should forgive me. I only wanted to show you that you deserve it.”
If you wish, you can hate me and hurt me anytime.
His final words floated almost like air, weightless.
It was not a tone of bitterness or regret over today’s failure.
Lloyd’s eyes, which I had longed so desperately to see, held only me.
The fact that I was the one who reached the end of his distant gaze sank instantly deep into my chest.
And that made me even more confused.
With only the emotion I wished to turn away and a terrible confusion left behind, Lloyd Alois vanished from my sight.
[This is the timeline separator]I don’t remember how I returned to the room.
After staring at the spot where he had left for a long time, I fled from it, hurrying inside the building.
I ignored Betty, startled in the lobby, and the soldiers behind me.
I ignored Sir Deon, who stood silently at the foot of the stairs, staring at me.
I turned away from Arnold, Leopric’s aide, who had appeared at the top of the stairs without my noticing, and rushed straight to my room.
Thud.
The moment the door closed, I bowed my head and sank onto the floor.
My heart, still pounding ominously, seemed to scream that I would surely kick away this miraculous chance.
I curled my whole body tightly, gripping my racing chest with all my strength.
If this was a sign I was about to run toward Lloyd again, I would rather rip out my heart.
If my feet were going to find that dreadful quagmire once more, I would cut them off; if my eyes were determined to see him again, I would gouge them out and sever my hands.
If even for a moment Lloyd’s hypocritical, selfish actions made me entertain any possibility other than revenge…
“Amelia?”
Startled by the sudden voice, I nearly jumped out of my skin, having been on the verge of turning my body toward the window—or hurling myself down the stairs.
“…!”
Someone else was in the room.
Had they seen me after meeting Lloyd?
I didn’t scream—but I recoiled violently from my seat, nearly fainting.
Just the thought that someone might notice my confusion made me want to die right then.
If Leopric learned of this and treated me coldly, as he had in my past life…
Then I would…
“…Ria, Amelia. It’s me. Leopric.”
Before I could fall backward, Leopric reached out and firmly grasped my arm.
Seeing my eyes bulging in shock, he looked startled too.
Perhaps my pale face seemed pitiful to him—he pulled me into his arms and gently patted my back.
“Easy, it’s alright. I must have startled you.”
“I… Your Highness…”
“Yes, it’s me. I’m here beside you now. You’re safe.”
His soft voice soothed me.
He deliberately did not ask what had happened, or why I was trembling.
His mere presence, his reassurance that he was here, felt unbearably warm.
So warm, I felt tears welling.
“….”
“It’s alright. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry about anything.”
He asked me nothing that night, and I did not push away his large hand that brushed gently against my back for a long while.
We simply fell asleep, each finding comfort in the other’s embrace.
Until morning finally came, and I awoke in his arms.
Continued.
[This is the timeline separator]Looking back, Lloyd from last night seemed somehow strange.
Only now, in the morning, did I regain my composure. As I watched the scenery blur past the window, I calmly organized my thoughts.
First, there was no way he could have known about my trip to Waince—I didn’t even know about it myself.
‘The reason our honeymoon destination changed from my past life was Leopric’s unexpected actions this life.’
Let’s say last night’s pursuit was simply because it lay along the route to Hameln, our originally planned destination.
After all, until today, the path to Waince and the path to Hameln were identical.
But beyond that, Lloyd Alois’s behavior toward me yesterday held other inexplicable details.
He had already declared that I was hurt because of him, and acted as if I had decided to divorce Leopric.
He spoke as though I still had a choice—that I was still mine to choose, as if I had not become Reinhardt, not Vermilian.
His calm acceptance of the marriage being valid, his repeated apologies…
‘This is exactly…’
Yes, he too seemed completely changed.
Lloyd had never cared about anyone else’s pain in his life.
Yet this Lloyd had apologized to me.
And even worse—he claimed he would wait for me.
What else could explain such absurd, pitiful sincerity except that he had changed?
Could it be that he, like me, had returned across time? I briefly entertained the thought—then shook my head.
Recalling Lloyd’s final expression in my past life, the very idea of him apologizing to me like this was absurd.
It would make more sense if he were trying to exploit me somehow.
I let out a small sigh.
Whether Lloyd had returned across time like me or not, the important thing was that I must never become entangled with him again.
My return was entirely for Leopric.
Just as I had once vowed to the gods, I must now use this second chance solely for him.
More urgently, more clearly—because I could not forgive myself for even a moment of wavering toward him.
Lost in my tangled thoughts, I forgot I was in a carriage and sighed again.
“Amelia? Are you alright?”
At once, Leopric, seated across from me, lowered the book he had been reading onto his lap and asked me.
All night long, he had held me in his arms—yet today, he acted as if nothing had happened.
So much so that my earlier hesitation over how to explain last night’s events seemed foolish.
He faced me with calm, untroubled composure.
I smiled awkwardly at him.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
“If anything troubles you, please tell me anytime. You can rest for a moment if you need to.”
Unlike my awkward smile, Leopric only smiled gently, showing genuine care.
His attitude was touching—but a corner of my heart remained uneasy.
Without realizing it, another small sigh slipped out.
Does he not wonder?
Or does he simply think ignorance is better?
If it were me, I would have probed until I knew everything.
I stared at Leopric in silence, and he slowly closed his book and sat up straight.
“Do you have something to say, Amelia?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s just…”
“You can speak freely. It’s alright.”
Why did the word “it’s alright” bring back memories of last night?
I awkwardly looked away, then ventured softly, “You didn’t ask about last night.”
“Was it something I needed to know?”
He asked, smiling.
But when he said that, I had no reply.
Seeing me struggle to find words, he smiled faintly.
“If you don’t wish to speak, that’s fine. I wish I could tell you that you can rely on me completely…”
…because you seem uncomfortable.
He added softly.
“You can rely on me completely?”
What did that even mean?
I coughed awkwardly, as if the words echoed the conversation I had fled yesterday.
“It wasn’t uncomfortable. I only meant that in a political marriage, there’s no need to exert yourself so much.”
My half-hearted words made Leopric’s expression subtly change.
What now? What had displeased him this time?
Thinking back, he had always done this.
Whenever I spoke of our political marriage, he always wore that displeased look.
Of course, there was no rule saying a political spouse had to be cold—
But the Leopric I had known was precisely that kind of man.
Someone who never cared about anything beyond clearly defined boundaries.
It was only natural that his constant attention to me felt strange.
As I justified my discomfort internally, he spoke.
“We are husband and wife, Amelia.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Still, is it strange that I wish to be someone with whom you can share small worries and lighten each other’s burdens?”
His gaze fixed directly on me.
And as he spoke, he smiled gently.
A face that tried hard not to burden me, even as it betrayed its disappointment.
The pure, direct gaze I had nearly forgotten after Lloyd’s absurd behavior yesterday returned to me.
“I never said it was strange, Your Highness.”
“Then why do you keep avoiding me? As if I had done something truly terrible to you.”
He lowered his eyes slightly, giving me a wry smile.
Then he leaned his body slightly toward me.
As if he were about to step forward and commit that “terrible act.”
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly grew taut.
I smiled awkwardly and sank into my seat.
But the more I retreated, the deeper his smile became.
As if to say, “You may say anything,” yet refusing to let go of my gaze.
“Hmm? Amelia. Tell me.”
He asked in a low, velvety voice—affectionate, yet seductively brushing against my ear.
His appearance was dangerously alluring—but his eyes betrayed no falsehood.
A gaze that pleaded: Do not reject me.
If anyone else had seen those crimson eyes, they would have known instantly—
whether this was real or an act.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
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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