The Obsessive Male Lead Wants To Become My Husband

Chapter 62

"...I know."

I could not get the words out of my mouth. Although I tried to move my tongue, it would not roll easily.

"Why is that...?"

"Hey, that's not funny."

As Meg shook her head, irritated, I left the seat feeling a little down. Not because of her drunkenness but for a more fundamental reason.

'I am still anxious.'

It had been over a month since I had been away from Cassius. Considering his enormous intelligence, it was a green light that he had not yet found me. I still often get surprised if he might be hiding in the dark.

'...At this rate, I am bound because of myself.'

What is the point with my body being away when my mind was still tied up...?

"Hey, get out of the way."

A thin voice came from the darkness.

It was not until I stepped out of the middle of the hallway that I knew it was coming from somewhere else.

"I, I have to go now. Please, stay away..."

"Where are you going? You can hang out with us a little longer."

I frowned.

Although dating between servants was not banned in the house of the leader of the merchant community, anyone can see that this was going in a messy direction.

'...Let's be patient.'

I bit my lip.

No matter how much I wanted to go out, it would be good not to do anything that stood out in the shelter I found. To do a job well enough to win the favor of those around me, I also did not cause commotion or disturbances. If I kept that one thing, I would be able to continue my escape life for as long as I want.

"You have a really pretty blonde. Can I touch it?"

"...I, I don't like that."

Even though I tried to avoid the scene, I failed. It was because I saw two men threatening a woman in a room with the door open.

The maid with blonde hair and purple eyes was very pretty.

'...Ophelia?'

To the point that I mistook her for my younger sister.

However, when I looked closely, I could see that she looked somewhat different from Ophelia. While Ophelia had a bright and clear impression without wrinkles, this maid was very depressed and skinny.

Nevertheless, it was enough to remind me of Ophelia.

'...I wonder if she is doing well.'

Perhaps, it was because I was drunk, but when I thought of Ophelia, my mood grew even more depressing. I have disappeared, but I wonder if her marriage went well. Of course, David was a good person, so it would be okay, though maybe she was still being bullied...

However, Ophelia was far away, and the maid in front of me was close.

Like Ophelia, the moment I saw the maid, who had not been able to properly rebel once with only tears dripping down her face, something snapped in my head.

"She said she didn't like it."

The three looked towards me at the same time.

Then, I strode into the room and grabbed the maid's hand. She must have been very surprised, although the maid obediently followed my intention. No, seeing her holding my hand tighter, my help seemed very welcome.