For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 5
I yelled, ‘Come out after your bath!’ and quickly fled the bathroom.
“That was dangerous…”
How could I not almost shed a tear upon seeing the terrible scars etched on the back of the boy who looked to be about thirteen?
Staring blankly at the closed bathroom door, I exhaled deeply.
Then I chastised myself for not being better prepared.
It was a mistake to think that other transmigrators fall for the male lead solely due to their handsome appearances.
Looks are essential, other charms optional.
But a male lead equipped with ‘pity and poignancy’?
Until now, I thought I had built immunity to good looks by sneaking peeks at our household’s eldest brother, but that effort was wasted in an instant.
“You underestimated the male lead, Estira.”
Sounds of water came from the bathroom.
Listening to the dripping water, I tried to awaken my dulled sense of caution.
I was flustered by the unexpected variable of ‘pity’, but in the upcoming ‘shower scenario’, there would be no chance.
Just out of the shower, with water droplets falling from his hair, cheeks flushed from the hot water, and his wet body.
The moment when the dust hiding the male lead’s shining appearance is washed away, that exact moment!
It’s the most thrilling point for many female leads, the ‘dangerous’ moment they fall for the male lead.
I imagined the male lead’s freshly bathed appearance several times, vowing not to let my eyes waver.
‘No more mistakes.’
“Anyway, it’s going to take a while.”
Given the condition of the male lead’s body, the bath won’t end in just a minute or twenty.
I checked the time and slowly started to prepare for work.
‘I was struck by a car and died after a company dinner; it’s unjust enough, but why do I have to go to work even after transmigrating into the body of a margrave’s daughter?’
“It’s my fault for reincarnating as a lowly bastard, my fault indeed.”
Although I was happy to have become skilled enough to handle important documents for the family, unlike when I first started working as an aide…
The fact that I had to commute daily like other aides was not so pleasing.
Why? Because I work unpaid and have twice the workload of others.
Of course, my status and treatment improved after I started working, but even after five years, my father still disapproved of my existence.
‘That damn stickler.’
Ugh. Just thinking about my boss before even going to work makes me feel terrible.
As I was organizing the documents needed for work today, my hands were already rummaging through the drawers. The movements of opening and closing the drawers became faster.
Was it here? Or here?
…And in my hand was the tube of ointment.
During the days when I aimed to escape, I begged and pleaded with a maid to receive this ointment after being beaten countless times.
Not knowing how long I would continue to be beaten, I used it sparingly, and more than half was still left.
Wouldn’t it be too little to apply on the deep wounds on the male lead’s back? I wonder if ointment alone would suffice.
As I estimated the size and severity of the male lead’s wounds in my mind, I suddenly dropped the lid of the ointment tube.
“Am I crazy…?”
No, what am I thinking?
I’m naturally worrying about the male lead again!
I looked at the bathroom with a shocked expression.
“Did he spray some kind of pheromones on me, or what?”
Astonished by the incredible power of the male lead, I hurriedly closed the ointment lid and shoved it back into the drawer.
As I glared at the drawer, another part of me emerged.
“No, that’s not right.”
How could I just walk away from someone with such injuries?
Moreover, if I see his wounds and don’t treat them, he might take revenge on me later if he turns out to be a male lead with a twisted personality.
Either way, my first rule is ‘Do not be too harsh, nor too kind.’
“Just the ointment should be enough…”
I quickly took the ointment from the drawer and placed it carefully on the desk.
“Ah, now I feel at ease.”
I tapped on the ointment, smiling lightly, and glanced at the clock.
“Ah, the time.”
How long did I spend worrying while staring at the ointment! Suddenly, it was nearly time to leave for work.
The smile that had been on my face drained away like the tide.
Uuugh. I don’t want to go to work.
But if I don’t go, I’d have to spend all day with that demonic male lead, so it’s better to go to work. It’s best to eliminate risks beforehand.
I rummaged through my clothes and changed into the only black dress I had, which was almost like a uniform for work.
The sudden silence around me made me blink.
What’s this silence?
“Ah.”
As I looked around the room, realizing that I wasn’t alone was strangely difficult since I’d been using this room alone for ten years.
I realized the silence was because the water in the bathroom had stopped, and I looked toward the bathroom door as it slowly opened.