Chapter 2
Sophia Renard, who was doing the dusting, tilted her head.
âWhat made the lord come back so early?â
Ashlyn stood still and let the words slip through her ears. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the annex. It wasnât that cold due to the warm sunlight they received even in winter, but Ashlyn had been suffering from a strange chill since earlier.
âWhat do you think, Ashlyn?â
When no answer came back, Sophia stopped her chatter.
Ashlyn stood in an unshakable position near the table in the center of the inner room. Her straight shoulders and posture had become Ashlynâs signature symbols.
They were a habit that seemed to be deeply ingrained, not just practiced for a day or two.
Perhaps because of that, there was often a strange intimidating atmosphere that hung around Ashlyn that didnât quite match her looks.
âOh, youâre dripping oil.â
Even as she re-filled the oil lamp.
âAshlyn Rosebell!â
âWhat?â
Ashlynâs shoulders sprang up. When she reflexively looked down, she saw oil running down the table and staining the back of her hand.
Sophia kicked her tongue and brought a mop. She wiped the spilled oil off the table first.
âWhatâs wrong with you? This isnât like you. Donât tell me that getting that chief maid badge made you relaxed.â
ââŠNo such thing.â
Ashlyn murmured softly. She hurriedly mopped along Sophia so there would be no stains left.
She needed to get her act together.
She violently shook her head. It was an attempt to drive out the person whoâd taken over her thoughts since earlier.
It wasnât that easy, of course.
âWhat kind of sick joke is this?â
She felt suffocated. Her fingertips trembled as she started re-filling another lamp again.
Sheâd possessed a maid to the duke of Laperion! How shocked and desperate was she when she first found out about it?
Even in the wildest of imaginations, this was truly twisted. The Laperions, of all places.
But Ashlyn quickly accepted her reality and made a plan.
âLetâs cross the sea. Letâs start afresh on a continent beyond the sea.â
To do so, of course, initial settlement funds were needed. So she tried to stay in Laperion until she collected enough money to leave, butâŠ
âOf course, Iâd been prepared to meet the Duke, butâŠâÂ
This wasnât it. Who could have expected this situation?
The duke who was said to be colder than ice. The man who poisoned her.
Who knew he would have a secret romantic relationship with his maid?
âMy beloved and esteemed Ashie, your servant is here.â
A smile formed on her mouth.
What did he mean, servant? She had never expected to hear that from the cool-headed Duke Laperion. It was such a cheap and cheesy line that it wouldnât even sell in a third-rate comedy.
âLet us talk for a moment, Ashlyn Rosebell.â
A familiar voice came from the doorway.
Ashlyn forced the thoughts to run away. She quickly walked to the door, wiping her hands on her apron.
âWhatâs the matter, head maid?â
She asked while looking at the middle-aged woman with her withered brown-hair tied up. A solemn but warm look was directed at Ashlyn.
âThe Lord is looking for a maid to tidy up his bedroom.â
Ashlyn froze up like someone had poured cold water on her head.
ââŠwhy are you telling me that?â
âDid you forget?â
Adele raised her dark eyebrows.
âYou were originally the one in charge of that. Back when the lord was staying at the manor.â
ââŠâŠâ
âOf course, you hardly did any work back then.â
She hadnât known how to do the cleaning. Adele glanced at Ashlyn and added the last words quietly. Nevertheless, they didnât reach Ashlynâs ears.
âWhat are you waiting for?â
The head maidâs chest huffed. Ashlyn tried to say something.
âHa, maâam, IâŠâ
But what could she say? Could she tell her about her affair with duke?
Tell her that she wasnât actually the person who was in that affair?
That she was an imperial princess in her previous life, and she was poisoned by the duke, died, and then possessed someone?
âFollow me quietly. Youâre usually so sharp, whatâs wrong today?â
In the end, Ashlyn couldnât say anything. Even though she wanted to throw up blood on the spot and get out, she forced herself to take step after step.
âShould I just run away now?âÂ
She was going to leave the manor in a year anyway.
By now she was somewhat familiar with odd jobs, so if she went and got one without a recommendation letterâŠ
âNo, I canât.â
Ashlyn hit the railing.
She would never find a place that paid as much as the dukeâs, and hadnât she heard time to time about the maids who went out to find a job without a letter of recommendation and found themselves in bad luck?
She shook her head. It felt like she was standing at the end of a cliff, and she couldnât think of any way out. The brain that sheâd prided herself upon was turning out to be useless now.
ââŠâŠ.â
In the end, she could not come up with a clever idea until she stood in front of the dukeâs bedroom.
Squeak.
As if to laugh at her, the heavy door opened a little too easily.
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âOh, what is this?â
In spite of herself, Ashlyn smiled.
It was because the bedroom was empty.
âYes, if you think about it carefully, there is no way that the duke will be in his bedroom in this broad daylight.â
It was only then she considered something so obvious.
âI must have been very flustered.â
Ashlyn mocked herself a little. Whatever it was, her brain seemed to work a bit better now.
âI should quickly finish cleaning up and go back.â
Her calloused hand picked up the cleaning brush.
âLetâs think about how to deal with this later.â
She quickly made up her mind and slightly teased herself. The dukeâs bedroom was spacious, but there were not many items inside, so it seemed easy to clean.
She approached the window, which filled one wall. She unclasped and opened it, and the cold winter wind touched the tip of her nose.
âCough!â
Her throat thrashed because of the intense coldness.
It was when she was opening up the last window, thinking about how she should get a warm cup of tea from the kitchen later.
Squeak! Squeak.
Ashlyn stared blankly at the window sheâd opened, and how it was being closed by a large, rough and strong hand.
âI should punish the head maid.â
Ashlyn couldnât bear to look back.
âHow dare she make you work for her?â
A soft, but low, subdued voice rang in her ears.
Creak â she turned her head around slowly like a broken doll.
Why was he here? At this time of the day, the duke should be in his office or the drawing room.
Goosebumps rose all over her body as if she were facing a ghost.
ââŠâŠ.â
Dark red eyes met hers from the front. Her eyes slowly moved to the bent of his eyes, and the slight raise of the beauty spot beneath them.
âDid you finally decide to look at my face now?â
She didnât know whether the man who smiled happily looked like a puppy with his belly full or a vicious viper aiming to bite her neck.
Ashlyn shivered slightly. The duke then scanned their surroundings with his eyes. There was a small sound of him clicking his tongue, and then all the opened windows were closed at a rapid pace.
âCome here.â
He gently pulled Ashlynâs hand, which was as stiff as a stone statue.
âOh, my lord!â
Surprised by his touch, Ashlyn came back to her senses and shouted.
The duke stopped at the spot. Then his thick eyebrows furrowed.
â...my lord?â
His voice was cold.
âCall me by my name. Donât you always do that?â
He looked like heâd heard something very disagreeable. At the same time, he looked somewhat sad.
Ashlyn straightened her back and softly shook her head.
âNo, I canât do that.â
ââŠâŠ.â
She joined both her hands together so the trembling of her fingertips wouldnât be caught. The man standing like a mountain smiled as if it were a habit. A short silence followed and the two of them met each otherâs eyes in the air.
The gaze rather calmed Ashlyn down.
It couldnât be helped now if it had turned out like this. In any case, she couldnât keep avoiding him.
She opened her mouth quietly, hiding her nervousness.
âI have something to tell you, my lord.â
The duke made no reply. Instead, he suddenly turned around and shook the rope next to the bed.
âDid you call, my lord?â
The heavy bedroom door opened, and the middle-aged housekeeper appeared through the gap.
He was no less than the dukeâs closest retainer and had made no contact with Ashlyn.
âMake me some tea. From the tea leaves I brought with my luggage.â
âI see.â
The housekeeper bowed with indifference. From beyond his transparent glasses, his sharp gray eyes glanced over Ashlyn.
âShould I prepare tea for two people?â
âYes.â
Ashlyn realized something.
âThe housekeeper knows.â
The relationship between the duke and this maidâŠ
A dizzy sensation ran all over her body. She closed her eyes tightly.
Thak. The housekeeper disappeared, and the door closed firmly again.
ââŠâŠ.â
There was a heavy silence. Neither of them spoke first.
Fortunately, the cart with tea on it was ready so quickly it was like it had been prepared in advance. The housekeeper brought the cart himself, not a maid.
Ashlyn was once more convinced.
The housekeeper knew the relationship between these two very well and was trying to hide it.
âItâs the sweet Chrysanthemum tea from the south that you liked. Perhaps itâs because theyâre Southerners who are crazy about playing and having fun with their food, but the tea leaves dried up wonderfully.â
The duke pushed the cart to her with a friendly and familiar touch. The fragrant scent of flowers spread throughout the room.
âCome and drink. Arenât you shaking from the cold?â
âLord, IâŠâ
âIâll listen to you if you drink the tea.â
His lips went up in a soft line. It was a friendly but determined smile.
Ashlyn closed her lips and approached the tea table. Only then did the duke happily pull out a chair for her.
ââŠâŠ.â
Ashlyn stared at the dukeâs behavior.
âI canât believe that mighty duke Laperion has been reduced to a maidâs servant.â
It was news that wouldâve made the aristocrats in the capital jump out of their seats in astonishment.
Whether he knew the thoughts in Ashlynâs mind or not, the duke sat opposite her and looked at her like it was all he had purpose for.
Ashlyn sighed and took a sip of tea. The hot tea passed down her throat and only then did she realise how cold her body had gotten.
âMy lord.â
Ashlyne opened her mouth after forcing down the tea that she couldnât even properly taste.
The duke leaned back and tilted his head. His firm and smooth jawline showed itself.
âIâm sorry, but I donât remember what happened in this mansion. So I lost all my memories of the estate three months ago when I awoke from my severe feverâŠâ
Ashlynâs gaze wandered about the table.
âI know.â
Her head flashed up.
âWhat?â
âI said I know. Is that why youâve been looking at my face like that?â
The duke laughed low, his voice quivering a little. Ashlyn narrowed her brows without realizing it.
He knew she lost her family?
âDonât tell meâŠdid you think I wouldnât know something that concerns you?â
The duke tilted his eyebrows as if he were genuinely curious. He crossed one of legs over the other and put his hand on the armrest.
Tap, tap. His thick index finger tapped at it with a constant rhythm.
âI donât care whether you have those memories or not. I remember it all anyway, butâŠâ
At one point his movement stopped.
âYou shouldnât try to get away from me on the grounds of memory.â
His red eyes glazed with colour. They were the eyes of a beast who was looking at the prey it had its eyes on for a long time.
A cold sweat trickled down Ashlynâs spine.
She thought sheâd warmed up a bit thanks to the tea, butâŠ
Why was it so cold all of a sudden?
âDo you understand, Ashie?â
The duke clasped his hands over his knees. His eyes glistened as if he were looking at a pool of blood.
Ashlyn shuddered. A languid smile filled her view.
âYou must never leave my side.â
In front of a beast that had finished hunting, Ashlyn felt like prey that had been bitten off by the neck.
Duke is creepy đ