Save Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Thump thump.
It was the moment his heartbeat surged fearfully and all his senses shut down.
Did you forget?
People die more easily than you think.
Someone sneered right into his ear.
Thump thump thump.
His mind went blank, and his heartbeat rose terrifyingly.
No matter how hard he listened, all that echoed in his eardrums was his own startled heartbeat—Gillian could hear nothing else.
“Bianca.”
Gillian lifted his head and tightly embraced the limp woman.
His face was even paler than Bianca’s.
Without blinking once, Gillian stared at Bianca.
The woman in his arms was so light—if he didn’t hold her like this, he couldn’t even feel she was there.
“Why…?”
“Your Grace?”
Gillian slowly turned his head toward the cautious voice calling him.
Crete, who had rushed over startled by Gillian’s shout, felt goosebumps rise the instant their eyes met.
Slitted golden eyes.
A beautiful, expressionless face.
A gaze cold and devoid of warmth.
All of it was the familiar visage of his master that Crete knew well.
And yet…
Crete exhaled a shallow breath.
What was this feeling—as if he were facing a massive beast coiled to strike?
It seemed Gillian might unfurl his hunched body at any moment and tear him apart.
Shaking off the dark thought that swiftly clouded his mind, Crete called out to Gillian.
“M-Master.”
Gillian, hunched like a beast clutching its dead cub, looked dangerously unstable.
But if left like this…
Crete’s eyes quickly flickered over the princess slumped in Gillian’s arms and dropped away.
“…Shall I call a physician?”
“A physician?”
Gillian, who had been as still as a finely carved statue, blinked.
Crete cautiously took another step forward.
“Her breathing is far too faint.”
“You can hear her breathing?”
Gillian frowned slightly and muttered under his breath.
That was all it took.
Yet in that instant, the dreadful pressure that had felt like a noose around his neck vanished abruptly.
Feeling hot blood rush through his body all at once, Crete shivered faintly and spoke.
“My lord. It would be best to summon a physician quickly.”
Gillian’s eyes remained slitted as before.
But they were clearly different from just a moment ago.
His gaze was undeniably present here now.
Crete didn’t know what had just happened or how it had occurred, but he was certain of one thing:
If the princess stopped breathing right here, something far more terrifying than this would unfold.
Crete slowly knelt and whispered to Hailey, who stood behind him.
“Hailey, go fetch a physician.”
Then, even more slowly, he extended both arms toward Gillian.
“My lord, may I move Her Highness? It would be best to lay her on the bed.”
“No.”
Crete silently stared at Gillian’s arms, tensed with sudden strength.
Despite his slender build, Gillian possessed extraordinary strength.
His grip, easily surpassing that of an ordinary man, often accidentally crushed chair armrests.
Could the princess’s delicate frame withstand such force?
“Then… shall I ask Hailey to take her?”
“No.”
Crete quickly stepped back at the sight of Gillian pulling the princess fiercely against his chest as if to press her into his heart.
Gillian was in an unstable state.
Crete had tried to take the princess to prevent an accident, but it seemed that had only provoked Gillian further.
At this rate, the princess might snap like a dry twig.
“Just keep holding her.”
“…”
“I’ll bring a blanket—please hold her well.”
Raising his hands in surrender, Crete swiftly retreated.
“Gently.”
Don’t kill her.
“I wish she’d just died already.”
“Pardon?”
“…I mean Bianca.”
At Jeremy’s crisp voice, Count Franz’s forehead instantly grew damp with cold sweat.
He’d just overheard something he shouldn’t have.
“All my plans have fallen through—it’s more than just annoying.”
Jeremy, who had been watching Count Franz’s ashen face, soon turned his eyes to the documents in his hand.
Flutter, flutter.
He’d expected it, but seeing it confirmed was another matter entirely.
His mood plummeted uncontrollably.
“Ah… really.”
Jeremy ground his teeth.
The northern mining development and borderland projects he’d been preparing were all scrapped.
All because of Bianca.
She should have died.
Pressing his fingers firmly against his throbbing temples, Jeremy suppressed the rising pain.
“When will that thing finally die?”
“Eeek!”
The count across from him trembled violently, making a sound as if he were dying.
Jeremy twisted his lips into a cruel smile at the sight of the count’s wide-eyed terror.
“Why?”
All the projects he’d been preparing with Count Franz had been based on Bianca’s “death.”
And now the very person who clearly knew that was wearing such an innocent expression?
That was the exact moment Jeremy’s thin thread of reason snapped.
Over the count’s terrified face, Jeremy saw Bianca’s guileless expression superimposed.
She’d caused all this chaos, yet acted as if she knew nothing—
as if her wide-eyed innocence proved she hadn’t intended any of it.
“Now that I think about it, this is serious, isn’t it?”
Jeremy snarled, furrowing his brows fiercely as he shook the documents in his hand.
“Count. All the northern mines are gone. This is truly serious.”
Because Bianca didn’t die and headed north instead, he’d lost the beast right before his eyes.
Thus, everything he’d planned to strip away by shackling her with the accusation of “imperial assassination” had vanished.
According to Count Franz’s report, there were dozens of mines across the northern territories.
Most held gold and magic crystals—some with reserves lasting as little as thirty years, others so rich their full extraction period was unimaginable.
If negotiations with Izhar failed, Jeremy had intended to cover the compensation by mining in the north.
But because Bianca refused to die as the princess, everything had gone awry.
Each loss stung unbearably, but the most painful was having to pay Izhar’s compensation out of pocket.
She should never have been born—and yet she wouldn’t die.
Jeremy genuinely grieved.
“I planned to issue a levy on the northern mines in exchange for her life. But since she’s still alive, that plan’s ruined, and I need ten chests of gold immediately. What should I do about this, Count?”
“Y-Your Highness, Crown Prince.”
“I trusted only the investigation report you sent me—this is more than just a setback.”
“Ah…”
“To plunge me into such trouble… this borders on treason, wouldn’t you say?”
Count Franz despaired at the sight of the Crown Prince’s suddenly icy expression as he interrogated him.
It seemed he was to be the sacrificial lamb in place of the princess who hadn’t died.
“P-Please, spare me.”
Count Franz clasped his hands together and begged.
It was the very same posture young Bianca had once used when pleading for mercy from Jeremy.
* * *
Gillian muttered ceaselessly, like a spell.
“Bianca.”
People die easily.
Even the lifespan granted to them is but a fleeting instant—and yet they often fail to fulfill even that.
Gillian knew well how easily life slipped away.
The physician diagnosed Bianca, whose body had grown cold and whose vital functions had nearly ceased, with hypothermia.
There was no need to ask “why.”
This place was frozen solid all year round.
The terrifying cold radiating from the ice walls could freeze anything.
The worst danger had passed.
The physician said Bianca was in a deep sleep, but Gillian’s mind remained unsettled.
The light body dangling from his fingertips.
Her skin, chilled through.
Gillian knew well the one who had died long ago, leaving him behind.
‘I’m going to die soon.’
‘You’ll never see me again.’
She probably didn’t even realize how that faint smile at the moment of her calm farewell had seared itself into his memory.
She surely had no idea he’d been left alone, reduced to a coward.
Gillian exhaled deeply and gripped his head.
He shouldn’t have left her alone.
The only thing comforting him, lost in unspeakable self-loathing, was the faint but steady sound of breathing at his ear.
“Bianca.”
Gillian murmured her name aloud once more.
Then—
“…Yes?”
At that voice—so frail it seemed ready to vanish at any moment—Gillian sprang up and rushed to Bianca.
“Bianca.”
Bianca blinked slowly, still seemingly unconscious.
Her wide black pupils sent a chill through Gillian’s chest, yet he remained composed.
“My lady, are you awake?”
“I must have fallen into a deep sleep.”
I didn’t hear you calling.
Bianca, still blinking, murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.
“Deeply…”
Her calm words made bile rise in Gillian’s throat, but he gently whispered,
“Rest more. It’s still far from morning.”
He wiped away all traces of his earlier frantic worry, smiling as if perfectly at ease.
Yet his hand trembled faintly as he brushed a strand of hair from Bianca’s cheek.
“Sleep more. Why did you wake up?”
“I’m a bit hot.”
At Bianca’s words, Gillian recalled the hot water bags filled to the brim surrounding her.
It had been prescribed to raise her body temperature.
“It’s especially cold today.”
“I really am hot.”
I feel like I can’t breathe.
At his soothing words, Bianca made a pouty face and reached out to lightly grasp his hand.
Her pale, slender fingers resting on his knuckles were burning hot.
“My body feels like it’s burning.”
Her rasping breath sounded pitiful.
He wanted nothing more than to remove the hot water bags immediately, but Gillian wasn’t sure if he should.
Calling the physician would be safest—but if he did…
‘She’ll notice.’
Certainly.
Gillian knew exactly how Bianca saw herself.
Ever since realizing she’d been abandoned by the imperial palace, she’d given up on herself—there was no telling what she might do.
‘A sacrifice.’
If she learned there’d been an incident while she was unconscious…
“Please.”
But he couldn’t resist that voice.
This was irresistible.
At Bianca’s pleading voice, Gillian let out a soft sigh and quickly removed the hot water bags.
One from under her arm.
One from the nape of her neck.
Thud, thud.
The heavy water bags stacked neatly at his feet.
Each time one was removed, Bianca looked as if she might finally breathe again.
But once all the suffocating hot water bags were gone and Gillian lay down beside her, Bianca’s expression became as if she were being strangled.
“Would you prefer the hot water bags back?”
Gillian slipped an arm behind Bianca’s neck and effortlessly drew her into his embrace.
Pretending not to notice her stiffened body, he pressed close against her and said,
“Rest now. It’s still dawn.”
Coaxing her gently in a tender voice, Gillian softly stroked Bianca’s thin back.
Her delicate body, warmed by the water bags, felt pleasantly warm.
Perhaps that was why—he, too, suddenly felt a flush of heat spreading through him.
As he briefly caught his breath from the rising warmth, Gillian suddenly recalled Bianca’s words.
‘My body feels like it’s burning.’
Ah…
Right.
It feels like fire in my chest.
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!
***
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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