When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Well, Liz also found this comfortable. After all, there’d be no reason for her heart to race unnecessarily.
“Shall we take a short break?”
After finishing an entire waltz solely through her own effort, Cain suggested. Just as her movements were about to grow sluggish, Liz nodded without hesitation.
“You’ve become quite fast outside the water, haven’t you?”
When did he even see that?
Then again, as her trainer, observing the patient’s progress was naturally his duty.
It wasn’t as if there was any deeper meaning behind it.
“We’ll probably need only two more training sessions.”
At Cain’s words, Liz widened her eyes and asked,
“Only two more? The coming-of-age ceremony is in just seven days!”
“You also need rest periods.”
Ah… I see. He wasn’t just pushing her relentlessly after all.
Liz nodded, satisfied.
Then she briefly stepped out of the tub and sat on the marble chair at the edge of the bathroom. Having just emerged from the water, she felt a chill.
As Liz shivered slightly, hugging her arms, Cain brought a robe and wrapped it around her. The trembling eased a little.
“Sit down too.”
Liz offered the seat beside her to Cain, who stood like a gravestone a short distance away. But Cain declined.
“It’s fine. I’ll stand.”
In the past, she might have left it at that, but now that she knew he was the Crown Prince, she couldn’t possibly let him.
“Just sit for a bit, okay? My neck hurts from looking up at you.”
Hearing this, Cain hesitated briefly before sitting down beside her.
Liz stole a quick sideways glance at him, trying not to be obvious.
His broad, solid upper body was already hidden beneath the robe, so even if they faced each other directly, it shouldn’t be awkward. Then why couldn’t she meet his eyes?
Was it because of his striking profile revealed as he swept back his wet hair?
Or because of the droplets trailing from his temples, sliding down his jawline as if caressed by fingertips?
Or perhaps…?
“Would you like some juice?”
Was it the seductive curve of his eyes as he spoke?
‘W-what am I even thinking right now?’
Liz snapped back to her senses and quickly fixed her gaze straight ahead.
“I’m fine. I’m not thirsty.”
“Understood.”
Cain gave a faint smile and turned his head away.
Liz wanted to slap her own cheek.
Even after becoming fully aware of her transmigration, she still couldn’t pull herself together and was having such foolish thoughts.
Could it be because she’d only read her fate through text?
Was her sense of urgency fading because the reality of transmigration still felt unreal?
This wouldn’t do at all.
She needed to firmly reaffirm her resolve right here and now.
“…Be kind to Lilia. She’s a lonely child.”
Nothing reinforced her resolve better than the original story’s female lead.
“As you know, our father only enjoyed making children but never cared about raising them, right? And she didn’t exactly receive proper love from her birth mother either. Stuck in a strange household with no one to rely on—how lonely she must be! So you should…”
“In my eyes, it’s you who looks lonely, Miss.”
Cain cut off Liz’s words.
“…Me?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation, Liz was flustered.
‘Why am I the one being brought up here?’
She had to steer his attention back to Lilia somehow.
“Y-yes, that’s right. I am a lonely person.”
Not just in this life—but lonely since her previous one too.
“That’s why I’m trying not to be lonely anymore. That’s exactly why I’m getting married so soon! So forget about that—Lilia…”
“What if you’re still lonely even after marriage?”
Cain interrupted again with another question.
His words struck her heart so sharply that Liz instinctively lost sight of her original purpose and retorted,
“That’s absurd. How could you be lonely after getting married?”
“But you have a mistress, don’t you?”
“Oh…”
Come to think of it, that was true.
But even then, there was a solution.
“If you’re lonely, just have lots of children. I plan to have two or three. Then I’ll be too busy to feel lonely.”
That had been her dream ever since her lonely past life.
Her married friends sometimes told her,
“Never get married. Don’t have kids. It’s a tomb—a tomb for your life.”
But every time, Liz had thought,
I really wish I could step into that tomb.
Compared to living gloriously yet utterly alone, that tomb they spoke of sounded far more appealing.
Cain fell silent for a moment, his eyes fixed blankly into space as if lost in thought.
Seizing the opportunity, Liz tried once more to bring up Lilia.
“So, Cain, Li…”
“Who will you partner with at the ball?”
It was a completely unexpected question. Yet again, Liz found herself drawn into his rhythm and answered without thinking.
“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll just dance with whoever asks me first on the day itself.”
“…I see.”
For an instant, Cain’s eyes flickered—but Liz didn’t notice.
She remembered what she needed to say again.
“Lilia hasn’t found a partner yet either, so if you could just…”
“Let’s end here for today.”
Cain abruptly stood up and declared.
At this point, Liz had no choice but to admit it.
‘It seems today just isn’t the right time.’
The timing was truly vexing—it almost felt as if he deliberately cut her off every time Lilia’s name came up.
Though that couldn’t possibly be true.
Liz let out a brief sigh and resigned herself to trying again later.
By the way…
“It ended quickly today, didn’t it?”
“You have to go for your dress fitting today, don’t you?”
“Oh… right.”
She’d forgotten.
“I’ll escort you back to your quarters.”
“No, it’s fine…”
But Cain didn’t even listen. Still seated, he suddenly lifted her into his arms.
‘He really is serious about his sense of duty. Could it be leftover habit from before?’
Dangling in his arms as they left the bathhouse and climbed the stairs, Liz reflected on herself.
How many times must she have drilled into him since childhood—“You’re my knight,” “This is what you owe me”—for him to keep acting on reflex even now that she’d told him it was over?
Suddenly, she felt the urge to apologize to him.
“I’m sorry, Cain.”
“For what?”
Cain asked, his eyes widening slightly.
“I feel like I’ve done so many terrible things to you.”
“…”
“You don’t have to do that anymore. You’re free now.”
For a moment, Cain’s aquamarine eyes gleamed sharply—but Liz had already turned her gaze away and didn’t notice.
‘Free? Free, you say?’
Cain looked down at Liz, who refused to meet his eyes, and thought,
‘Now you’re offering me freedom? Are you trying to slip away from me?’
A dark, determined glint flashed in his eyes.
‘I’m afraid that won’t be happening. I have no intention of letting you go.’
After changing clothes and coming downstairs, she found the carriage already waiting at the entrance.
Jonathan, the coachman, stood before the carriage awaiting Liz, and beside him stood Lilia as well.
Lilia stood under the scorching sun without even using a parasol—making Liz feel guilty.
“Why didn’t you wait inside?”
“How could I board before you, Sister?”
Lilia bowed deeply, as if addressing a superior.
‘Will she ever break this habit?’
She’d already told her it wasn’t necessary anymore, but old habits truly died hard. Well, she’d adjust in her own time. Until then, Liz shouldn’t force it.
The coachman helped Liz into the carriage, and she boarded safely. Lilia followed right after.
As soon as she got in, Lilia pressed herself tightly into the corner seat.
“There’s plenty of space—why squeeze yourself like that? Come sit properly over here.”
When Liz offered the seat opposite her, Lilia waved her hands firmly and said,
“No, this is fine for me.”
Did she really need to refuse so strongly…? It seemed she’d need quite a while to adjust.
After a few more attempts, Lilia stubbornly insisted on the corner seat, so Liz left her be and gazed out the window at the bustling street scenery.
On their way, they passed the site of an accident. Suddenly, vivid memories of her own carriage crash resurfaced.
It was true—after experiencing something monumental, one’s life before that event felt as hazy as someone else’s. Liz could no longer imagine the person she’d been before becoming aware of her transmigration.
Unconsciously, she began fiddling with her scar. Lilia noticed immediately and spoke cautiously,
“You must have been in a lot of pain that day.”
“Hm?”
Startled by the sudden question, Liz paused briefly before replying,
“I don’t remember much. More shocked than hurt, honestly.”
“Still, it’s a miracle you’re alright.”
“I think so too.”
Liz realized Lilia was bolder than she’d assumed—though she acted as if she couldn’t even make eye contact, she kept the conversation going smoothly.
“Don’t worry too much about the scar. It’s barely noticeable.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t care.”
“But you keep your bangs down.”
“That’s… for a good reason.”
Because of Mirabel. She hated seeing Mirabel blame herself every time she caught sight of the scar.
But Lilia misunderstood her words.
‘Is it because you don’t want Cain to see your scar?’
“Sister looks prettier with her bangs up.”
“…Huh?”
“The first time I saw you at Marquis Berium’s estate, I was truly amazed. I thought you were a goddess.”
“…A goddess?”
“Yes. Your rounded forehead was bare, and you had a white rose tucked behind your ear—you were dazzling.”
“I… see.”
How awkward. She probably had no idea that “goddess” was actually a jealous demon.
“I hope you’ll show your beautiful forehead again, Sister. Don’t worry about a scar no one can even see.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She’d have to check with Mirabel first.
Last time she briefly lifted her bangs, Mirabel’s expression had turned terribly grim.
Lilia gave a lovely smile, then shrank back into her usual timid self. Liz quickly turned her eyes back to the window.
No further words passed between them.
Liz had nothing more to say, and Lilia had already said all she needed to.
On the day she heard the news that her dress was progressing smoothly, her final aquatic training session ended.
Phew.
Liz let out a long sigh.
It was a sigh of relief.
Thus, her awkward meetings with Cain were finally over. They wouldn’t have to face each other like this anymore.
Though they lived under the same roof and couldn’t avoid each other entirely, at least she wouldn’t have to spend an hour staring into his eyes, forcing trivial conversation to fill the silence.
Liz genuinely felt relieved.
“You seem unusually cheerful.”
Cain remarked as he stepped out of the water.
‘Was it that obvious, Your Highness?’
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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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.