It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 42
Either way, I couldn’t stay in his bed forever. I pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed, only to find a pair of soft slippers waiting at my feet.
Lionel had placed them there.
“You must be hungry. You should eat something. If you’d like to wash up first, you can do so while the food is being prepared.”
“Then I’ll wash up first.”
Considering how disheveled I must look right now, I wanted to dash straight into the bathroom.
“Here. The head maid thought you might need a change of clothes, so I took them.”
Lionel handed me a box.
“The bathroom is over there.”
“Ah… Thank you, Your Grace.”
As I took the box and walked toward the bathroom, a belated sense of regret hit me.
If I needed a change of clothes, I could have just gone back to my own room in the annex and washed up in the bathroom attached to my room. But now, I had slept in his bed. And soon, I would use his bath. For some reason, that thought made me feel oddly awkward and flustered.
Maybe I should have just said I’d eat first.The moment I stepped into the bathroom, my eyes went wide.
Even the annex’s bathroom far surpassed the one in my bedroom back in Solen, but the Duke’s private bath was on an entirely different level. By modern standards, this was the kind of luxury you’d only find in a top-tier hotel with a nightly rate in the millions.
I turned the faucet, letting hot water gush into the tub, and took my time admiring the rows of aromatic oils neatly lined up. Curious, I opened the bottles with floral illustrations on their labels, inhaling their fragrances.
For a brief moment, I was vaguely aware of Lionel being just beyond the door. But that thought disappeared as soon as I plunged into the bath infused with fragrant oils.
‘Haaaaa…. This is nice….’
I had no idea what kind of flowers were used—just looking at the drawings didn’t help—but the sweet, soothing scent was exactly my style.
If I could, I would have stayed here for thirty minutes, an hour, maybe until my fingers and toes wrinkled like prunes. But I had to remind myself—this was borrowed luxury.
Reluctantly, I dried myself off with a towel and opened the box of clothes.
And the moment I picked up the garments inside—I froze. Completely.
“What… in the world…?”
You know that trope, right?
When the female lead starts worrying that the male lead doesn’t see her as a woman.
She agonizes over it, feeling insecure, until a meddlesome side character gifts her ‘lingerie for victory.’
And just like that, the male lead’s patience snaps, his self-control shattering into dust—He pounces like a beast, ravaging the heroine in a night of passion.
‘That kind of lingerie… why is it in here?!’
Even the outerwear they provided was basically a long slip dress.
‘The head maid of the Luanax estate is… quite progressive, huh.’
Unlike the ever-worried attendant Cale, who constantly fretted about maintaining propriety between his master and a priestess—She, on the other hand, was actively rooting for a steamy night.
“Hmm….”
I glanced between the clothes I had taken off and the sheer wisp of fabric inside the box.
“…Might as well wear it.”
I had already made up my mind to marry Lionel, so what difference did it make? It was obvious he liked me, but securing his feelings even more firmly was the safest bet.
And besides…
There was one thing I absolutely needed to confirm.
When A Night of Entwined Serpents was still being serialized, there was a particular comment thread about Lionel that—given my current situation— I could no longer ignore.
BEST COMMENT:
‘How is FL’s brother still not married? He’s literally the Duke. Does he not care about an heir?’
‘Is he possibly… malfunctioning?’
A Night of Entwined Serpents, Chapter 139
Of course, most replies dismissed it as nonsense. But what if it wasn’t?
What if I overlooked something crucial— and ruined my first and only meaningful romance?
