The weighty pressure, as if her entire body was sinking under the bed, began to choke her.

“If he knows I’m not his wife… He won’t leave me alone…!”

But… Jane was human too.

Although she was one of those who cherished Rosé the most, her desire to survive was more desperate than her loyalty to her master in front of death.

“I think… I’m going to die.”

In her panting mind, the only thing left was the desire to survive; nothing else came to mind.

She felt more threatened by her life being in danger than the fear of her identity being discovered by Eric.

Jane reached out desperately toward Eric who was behind her. With trembling hands, she reached out for help.

To save her, to help her.

Eric looked at her, who was trembling as a baby bird, with an expressionless face.

His fragile and thin fiancé, Rosé.

Why is she so annoying lately, when she used to act as if she would do anything if he would just marry her?

Moreover, because of Rosé’s pointless testimony, he was even ridiculed by Duke Pliatia.

“You have a great wife. Thanks to her, the noble Duke Artem’s life was extended.”

Eric twisted his cold eyes as he recalled the day’s events.

“Do you know what happened to me today because of you? You did such a useless thing. Thanks to you, the noble Duke Artem survived.”

He cruelly knocked off Jane’s hands, who were groping for his hand, asking for help, and spit out only what he wanted to say.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have let it happen if he had spoken in advance.

He could have made some excuses in front of Duke Pliatia!

“Why didn’t you tell me? That you testified in front of Duke Pliatia.”

Jane couldn’t understand what Eric was saying.

She was not Rosé, so she couldn’t understand whatever Eric, who was showing anger at her, was saying.

Overcome by agony, Jane struggled, hoping for a helping hand.

“Ugh… Hic.”

Her whimpering voice filled Eric’s ears. Eric hesitated as he looked at the trembling maid.

“Don’t cry. I don’t want to hear it.”

The sobbing sound was annoying.

There was a lot he wanted to ask about what happened that day, but showing tears…

“Tears are your weapon. Just crying makes me back off.”

Eric kicked his seat and stood up. Then, he stared at the back of Jane, who was disguised as Rosé, with fierce eyes.

He threw the gown he was wearing at the maid’s face, which was making him uncomfortable.

“It’s been three days, and there’s no apology.”

As Eric, who had been clinging to her back just a moment ago, moved away, the maid’s seizure began to calm down.

She swallowed her panting breath and swallowed her tears with effort.

“You seemed to be out of your mind after the miscarriage, it seems like that wasn’t entirely wrong.”

Eric threw sharp words without hesitation.

Hoping that she would be hurt by his words. Hoping she would look at him, being consumed by malice.

Jane, who flinched at Eric’s words, almost turned around and yelled.

Boldly, how could he say such a thing…!

“It’s all the Earl’s fault that the lady miscarried…!”

The Countess herself would be more troubled if she stepped forward here.

Jane swallowed the words that rose to her throat over and over again.

Perhaps he was upset with her silence.

Eric, who had been watching Jane from a distance, growled lowly with eyes filled with lust and anger.

“You don’t seem to have any intention of begging at my feet…. Then you need to be punished.”

Jane’s body flinched at his harsh voice.

“I will thoroughly educate you.”

Every hair on her body stood on end. She had a bad feeling.

She felt a heavy stare on her back. Eric, like a beast, shimmered his eyes and moved towards Jane’s back.

An unpleasant feeling rushed over her, like snakes crawling all over her body, at Eric’s slow touch around her waist.

Jane, who was stiff and sweating cold sweat.

Squeak Bang!

Suddenly, someone opened the door and entered without a word.

“Oh my, Earl, were you here?”

It was Doana’s voice.

Eric, who had been naked, frowned naturally at the sudden intruder.

However, when he confirmed that the intruder was Doana, his anger that had risen to his head slowly subsided.

If another maid had entered, she would have exploded in anger, but it was Doana, her pet.

He did not scold Doana who entered without even knocking, and hesitantly put on a robe.

“What is going on?”

Then he lifted his body from the bed and looked at Doana. It was more affectionate than when he faced Rosé.

Doana wrinkled her eyebrows as she looked at Eric and Rosé who had been lying on the bed.

‘Why do you think I came.’

The sight of the two lying in the bed was very annoying. Because the person who should be next to him was not Rosé, but herself.

‘…Am I not satisfying enough? Even though you’re weak.’

Doana was very hurt by the fact that Eric had come to Rosé even while spending hot days with her.

She already knew that he was a reckless man because of the whispering of the maids, but knowing and seeing directly were different levels.