When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“You really are something—how can you dance if you don’t relax?”
Liz asked, forcing a cheerful tone to hide her embarrassment.
Cain replied,
“For now, just follow wherever I lead you. Just feel it.”
Why did it feel as though he’d deliberately omitted the subject?
If she closed her eyes and listened only with her ears, would it sound as seductively suggestive as it seemed—or was that just her imagination?
She thought it might indeed be her imagination. If Cain were that kind of man, he would’ve succumbed to her advances long ago.
‘Goodness, what am I even thinking about?’
Liz decided not to attach too much meaning to the situation.
“So I just stand still, then? Since you said you’d handle everything.”
“Yes, but.”
Cain said,
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“…….”
This time, Liz truly felt as if she’d been struck hard on the head with a hammer.
“W-what do you mean, wrap what around what?”
“We need to get a feel for the rhythm first.”
Did it really have to be learned… in that particular way, Your Highness?
But before she could voice those words, Cain effortlessly lifted Liz into the air. If he could lift her so easily on dry land, it was even more effortless underwater where gravity’s pull was weaker.
To him, Liz weighed no more than a single feather.
Lifted abruptly, Liz instinctively wrapped her legs around Cain’s waist.
She was mortified beyond words.
Had she ever pressed so closely against someone else’s body in her entire life?
She was certain she hadn’t—not once since childhood. In fact, maybe not even during childhood.
Her upbringing had been entirely entrusted to a nanny, and from what she’d heard, the nanny suffered from such severe mysophobia that she never touched anything without gloves.
And yet here she was, for the first time ever, nearly bare-skinned and pressed flush against another person—worse, a man.
Thump-thump.
Liz felt her heart pounding violently—so fiercely it felt as if it might burst right through her ribcage.
So she deliberately leaned her upper body back, trying to keep her chest from touching Cain’s, worried he might feel her frantic heartbeat.
Then, suddenly, she wondered: Even if this was training, could Cain truly be thinking nothing at all? Not even a little, while their bare skin touched like this?
“Let’s… use waltz music. Do you remember Bern’s Waltz No. 3? The piece I accompanied you with during your practice before.”
Ah… he really wasn’t thinking anything. The way he led so calmly proved it.
‘So it really was just me having strange thoughts.’
Realizing it had all been her own private worry, the heat swirling in Liz’s mind gradually subsided.
‘Right, this is underwater training. Training to successfully grace the ball.’
Liz resolved to think of it that way.
“Close your eyes. You’ll feel it better that way.”
Following Cain’s instruction, Liz closed her eyes. And indeed, just as he’d said, every time they spun, she vividly sensed her body cutting through the water, accompanied by a gentle rippling sound.
Perhaps because she’d done underwater training before, he was truly skilled—it felt so natural. Had it not been for the water brushing against her skin and swirling back like waves, she might not have even realized she was underwater.
While Liz kept her eyes shut, Cain stared intently at her face.
His eyes were half-lidded, slightly bloodshot. A fire seemed to blaze within him—an unrelenting flame he knew all too well the meaning of.
In truth, he’d told her to close her eyes precisely to hide it. If their gazes kept meeting, he couldn’t guarantee what he might do.
Liz’s face, absorbed in feeling the rhythm of the dance with her eyes closed, was utterly captivating. Even the scar peeking through her bangs looked beautifully divine, like a mark from the gods.
He felt the urge to kiss it every single moment.
‘I’m going mad.’
Cain thought. He must be insane. Yet he couldn’t stop himself.
When Mirabel had mentioned Liz might end up pressed so intimately against Willen, he’d nearly lost his mind. He absolutely couldn’t allow that to happen.
So he’d grabbed Willen by the collar just as the man was about to enter the bathhouse, slammed him against the wall, and threatened him.
“I hear you’ve been boasting outside that you’re our young lady’s lover?”
“I—I never said that…”
Perhaps sensing Cain’s unusual authority, Willen—though aware Cain held lower status—dared not speak down to him.
“I’ve already investigated everything and have proof, so don’t even think of denying it.”
“What—what should I do, then?”
“Tell the mistress exactly what I instruct you to say, and leave this house immediately.”
Willen obeyed without protest. He rushed to the mistress, claimed a younger man from the household who could better handle the task should take over, and swiftly disappeared.
Cain had thought that settled the matter…
Only to find himself now facing a situation far less fortunate.
He’d assumed seeing Liz’s body a few times wouldn’t affect him—but he hadn’t expected it to be this dangerous.
Wearing specially lined trousers had been a stroke of divine luck. Without them, things might have turned quite perilous.
Liz, absorbed in dancing, seemed completely unaware of anything. He felt relieved—but also strangely conflicted.
He hadn’t expected anything secretive or suggestive, yet seeing Liz so utterly unaffected left him slightly disappointed.
Here he was, dizzy with desire, burning up inside—how could she remain so calm?
Did she truly no longer harbor any feelings for him?
“Cain.”
Liz suddenly called his name, startling him.
“How much longer do we have to stay like this?”
“Just a little while longer.”
Noticing they’d been circling the same spot for a while, Liz asked.
But Cain wanted to stay like this a bit longer. Just a little longer to gaze freely at her face, undisturbed.
Her round eyes, slightly upturned lashes, and smooth nose bridge were breathtakingly beautiful.
Her lips, twitching as she counted the beat, kept drawing his eyes,
and the white teeth glimpsed between them looked as polished as finely cut gems.
Her neck was so pale it made him want to leave a mark upon it.
And their bodies, so tantalizingly close, almost—but not quite—touching…
“Let’s call it a day.”
Cain decided to stop here. Going any further might truly be dangerous.
“How was it?”
Mirabel came to visit while Liz was resting in her quarters.
“How could it be anything? It was just training.”
“Did you really only do training?”
Mirabel asked an odd question.
Well, coming from Mirabel, such a question wasn’t surprising. She knew exactly how Liz thought of and treated Cain.
“Of course it was just training. What else could there have been?”
“That’s good to hear.”
“It’ll keep being good, so don’t worry. You already know well enough—I’m not the sort of person who can be swayed just because someone shakes me.”
“…….”
“Besides, I’ve completely given up those thoughts now, so the thing you’re worried about simply can’t happen.”
Mirabel wanted to say something but held back. She didn’t want to unsettle her young lady, who finally seemed to have her heart in order.
“By the way, isn’t tomorrow the day for the dress fitting?”
Liz counted on her fingers and asked.
Mirabel replied,
“Yes, at two in the afternoon. You can leave right after lunch.”
“Two in the afternoon…”
So she’d go after finishing underwater training.
Come to think of it, could her body really feel this light just from a brief session?
Liz marveled at how much smoother her movements had become. All that effort pushing through the water had clearly paid off.
She rose from her seat and walked lightly around the room, then asked Mirabel,
“What do you think? Don’t I seem lighter?”
“Well… maybe a little.”
In truth, Mirabel had already noticed her young lady’s movements had become remarkably light. It truly seemed to be helping.
So she abandoned her earlier thought—about telling the mistress to send Cain away immediately for the young lady’s sake.
Two hours earlier.
Mirabel had gone to the bathhouse, wondering if her young lady needed anything. Just as she reached for the doorknob, she overheard such an oddly suggestive conversation that she couldn’t bring herself to turn it.
‘You need to relax. Only then can you feel it better.’
‘Wrap your legs around my waist.’
Mirabel nearly fainted from shock.
‘What on earth is going on in there?’
She should’ve known the moment Cain volunteered to take charge of the young lady’s training—he was clearly using it as an excuse to get close to her!
Mirabel decided she had to rescue her young lady.
But bursting in might startle her precious charge, so she thought she’d peek through a crack first to assess the situation—she could storm in afterward if needed. So she opened the door just a sliver…
What met Mirabel’s eyes was her young lady, eyes closed and straddling Cain, while Cain stared at her with an intensity that could pierce through stone.
In that instant, Mirabel understood.
Cain had started falling in love with the young lady. It was certain.
The longing in his gaze could only be love.
Yet the young lady remained oblivious.
What if she found out? How would she react? Would she revert back to how she was before?
“No. I can’t let that happen.”
Setting aside their difference in status, she couldn’t allow her young lady—who had only just begun regaining her composure—to fall back into obsession. Once was enough.
Mirabel made up her mind.
“I have to send that man away before it’s too late.”
Until just moments ago, that resolve had been unwavering.
But now, watching Liz twirl around with the same lively, light-footed grace as before, Mirabel’s heart softened.
She decided to put her decision on hold.
‘Yes, delaying it a little won’t hurt. For now, the young lady’s health comes first. Once she’s fully recovered, sending him away won’t be too late.’
Second underwater training session.
Cain’s demeanor was slightly more professional than yesterday’s.
“Keep your posture straight. Hunching your body won’t help build strength.”
Aside from holding her hand, he avoided any other physical contact.
It was as if he’d reverted back to the original Cain.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.