Sharti opened her palm. The man’s large hand seemed to overlap with hers.

‘I am also…’

Thank you.

The sound of a frog croaking bubbled up in the water and then disappeared.

After thoroughly massaging the muscles in her right leg, Sharti emerged from the herbal bath.

‘Uh, it’s still a bit numb.’

Her left hand, spiderwebbed with burn scars, trembled slightly, but it was bearable.

Five years had passed, but the memory etched into her body refused to fade.

Back then, Sharti had no skilled doctor or treatment like the man.

‘I tried various things later, but none were effective.’

Renowned doctors or treatments capable of erasing such scars were all in the royal palace or required magic-based healing, accessible only to high-status individuals or those who could afford the exorbitant fees. With neither status nor the wealth to pay for it, Sharti had to abandon any hope of getting rid of the scars.

‘I guess I’ll have to wear a hood even at home from now on.’

She had already shown her face to the man once, albeit briefly, so she needed to be even more cautious.

‘I’ll have to live like I’m hiding, even at home.’

Pressing her cheek with the back of her hand, Sharti felt a bit downhearted.

The duty she had been reminded of always seemed to suffocate her.

The chains filled by her half-sister, who she met only once, continued to bind her.

‘No… it’s better to be cautious.’

Sharti shook her head, dispelling the intrusive thoughts.

She finally put on a long cloak with a hood, covering her body and face.

‘For now, let’s sleep! I’ll think about it tomorrow.’

With a deep breath, Sharti resolutely opened the bathroom door.

“Ah.”

And there was the man. Specifically, the man with his nightgown buttons torn and the front gaping open.

The button that had fallen off rolled to Sharti’s feet.

Embarrassed, the man quickly turned away.

“I just sat down and when I got up…”

Sharti picked up the button.

His ears turned red with embarrassment.

Sharti quietly bit her lip.

‘I guess I’ll have to start with sewing.’

Holding back laughter and looking forward to tomorrow, Sharti sat on the sofa and began to sew.

The man, with an extra robe draped over his legs, sat far away.

Trying not to focus on Sharti, freshly out of the bath, the man silently applied the ointment.

“I’ve just made more work for you.”

Hearing the man’s murmured words as Sharti yawned softly, he bowed his head in quiet reflection.
Sharti glanced at the man’s drooping broad shoulders and handed him a needle, thread, and remaining fabric.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Try to follow my lead.”

“Hmm?”

Sharti taught the man how to sew. His large hands and thick fingers awkwardly handled the needle.

“Is this… how it’s done?”

He earnestly mimicked Sharti’s sewing, his stitching uneven and crooked, but gradually he became more focused.

“You’re doing well.”

Sharti smiled softly, praising him. Unintentionally, she reached out and patted his head gently.

“…!”

The man froze momentarily, then slowly looked up at Sharti. Startled by his slightly widened turquoise eyes, Sharti quickly turned away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing.”

The man returned his attention to the sewing, but his hands seemed stiff, continuing to fumble. The scent of herbs from Sharti’s touch lingered in his nose.

“…”

Sometimes, Sharti’s small vulnerabilities and pure actions unsettled him. It was as if his eyes, mind, and body were helplessly drawn to her.

Reprimanding himself for his foolishness, he pricked his fingers with the needle repeatedly but felt nothing.

The subtle atmosphere continued for a while and ended with Sharti’s sewing.

“I’ll try to find men’s clothes. Until then, please bear with these.”

“Understood.”

“You can sleep in that room.”

“Alright.”

Sharti watched him dress and checked his bandages. Unlike in the cave, the bandages around his abdomen were perfectly applied.

‘Did he practice in the meantime?’

Pushing aside the brief wonder, both retreated to their respective rooms.

Thud. Sharti, still in her robe, slipped under the covers of her bed. A deep sigh escaped her from deep within.

‘Ah, I should have fed him dinner…’

But her body had already merged with the bed, and her eyelids were heavy with sleep.

Lazily hugging the blanket, Sharti pulled it over her head.

‘Patients shouldn’t… skip meals…’

Worrying more about the man’s meals than her own hunger, sleep washed over her like a wave.

Soon, Sharti’s consciousness faded away in the cozy blanket.

At the time Sharti fell asleep, the man sat on the makeshift bed in the multipurpose room, lost in thought.

It wasn’t because of the change in sleeping place.

“I just can’t get the hang of it.”

Specifically, his mind was cluttered because of Sharti.

“One moment she’s so guarded, and the next she acts unexpectedly.”

He grumbled, chin in hand, recalling Sharti’s actions throughout the day.

She seemed innocent but was bold, delicate yet unreserved.

Her unpredictable responses made it difficult for him to act accordingly.

Several moments of being lost in thought in front of Sharti reddened his neck.

“She seems unable to ignore someone in distress.”

But even that standard was vague.

Hadn’t she hesitated to take him in at first?

“Sigh…”

He had barely earned Sharti’s sympathy, continuing to receive her help.

‘For a while.’

He didn’t know the exact duration, but he assumed the period Sharti set would be short.

Until his body healed or he recovered some of his lost memories.

Naturally, he planned to extend his stay as much as possible.

“I have to stay here, even if I’m tied down.”

Sharti lived alone in the woods.

Just from her hiding her face, he could guess she was living in seclusion.

‘I don’t know why.’

She was hiding from something or someone.

‘I’ll find out eventually.’

Lost in these thoughts, the man settled on the bed, determined to maximize his time in this place.
He had no intention of delving deeply into her affairs.

If she perceived it as a threat, it would be troublesome.

‘I don’t want to see her scared again.’

However, realistically, it was better for him to have a hold on Sharti’s weakness.

The man clicked his tongue and lay back heavily.

“By showing a submissive attitude, at least she won’t secretly hand me over to the soldiers.”

Having roughly come to a conclusion, the man closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

But the image of Sharti’s face under the moonlight kept haunting him, and he ended up spending the night wide awake.

Thump! Thump-Thump! Thump-Thump!!

Startled awake by the loud noise, Sharti grimaced reflexively at the morning sunlight illuminating her bedroom. She was just pulling her robe’s hood deeper over her head when—

Bang!! Bang! Bang-Bang!! The continuous loud noises alarmed Sharti, and she bolted upright.

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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