I Corrupted The Good Male Protagonist - Chapter 4

Irina followed me and smiled widely.

“That’s a good thing. I’m glad to see my lady smiling. Now, it’s time to take your medicine.”

“Urk.”

Nausea started creeping up in my mouth.

Instead of putting on my pajamas, I ran into the bedroom connected to the dressing room.

“Running away is useless, my lady!”

I unintentionally played tag with Irina.

But in the end, Irina was the winner.

I drank all sorts of tasteless, bitter-based supplements, and fell on my bed. Since then, I’ve been rolling back and forth on my bed and eating chocolates.

Irina suggested that I should try embroidering if I’m bored, but I cut her off and shook my head. I was actually the type of person who couldn’t even put a thread into the needle hole.

That night I had a strange dream.

In my dream, I was with Adele and we’re leaning against rocks, with the yellow sky, a valley with silvery streams, and pink hydrangeas in full bloom as our backdrop.

Adele wore a slightly clinging white shirt and navy pants, and the hard, smooth lines that are visible in his clothes made me nervous.

It seems like he’s exercising regularly.

His hair, which’s being poured in sunlight, looked incredibly soft, and the fresh smile on his painting-like face struck my heart at random.

I was thinking about that when Adele raised his hand, then carefully wrapped my cheek.

I watched Adele as he opened his mouth and spoke clearly.

[Anastasia, shall we kiss?]

It was a very sweet voice.

There was a lot of unhidden affection.

[Actually, I couldn’t bear it anymore because you’re so lovely.]

S-stop!

I struggled to wake up from my dream.

I tried prying my eyes open and biting my tongue worked, and fortunately, I succeeded in waking up before Adele’s lips touched mine.

I got up and gasped.

“Hak…hah….hah What kind of a dream was that?!”

My face is burning.

Why the heck am I so frustrated? Is it because the dream is too vivid?!

I bit my nails and sat on the bed. This makes it seem like I have some sort of lingering feelings towards him.

No!  I’m ready to hand Adele to Olga anytime!

“….seriously.”

The gentle light of the dawn gently lit my bedroom. Of course, it was impossible to fall asleep again.

“How annoying… What do I know about the destiny that begins with my death?”

I murmured in a sullen voice.

“Did you wake up, my lady? The master sent a letter”.

By the time it had been almost an hour since I woke up, and I began to take out and look at any book to avoid unnecessary thoughts, Irina came in with a letter.

Anastasia’s family is now my family, so I quickly snatched the letter.

The envelope was rather crumpled, as if it had crossed the sea.

A smile naturally came out.

The time I spent with this family was short, but they generously loved me.

Count Sinclair was a playful man to his children, and my mother, the Countess, seemed strict but was clumsy in reality.

My brother always made fun of me and was often scolded by my parents.

Anastasia’s family was extremely ordinary, unlike other aristocratic families who valued external images.

That’s why, I have no idea why the original Anastasia, who was consistent with her blunt attitude, was unhappy.

I wanted my family to have less lingering feelings and regrets, and it was my first time receiving such affection, so I tried to be as friendly as possible.

I carefully opened the envelope and opened the letterhead.

The content was relatively short.

<To my prettiest and cutest younger sister who in the world.

Your regards are heard through the butler.

I’m sure you might be in a lot of pain but thank you very much for holding up well.

I’m in northern Martinez now.

Father and mother went to the west and we decided to meet after 15 days.

p.s. I know that Lord Magnus is an impeccable person, but isn’t he sticking too much to you?>

I was surprised that Adele was mentioned in the postscript.

Suddenly, the voice I heard in my dream came to my mind.

‘Anastasia, shall we kiss?’

Wait a minute, why am I feeling like this?!

What should I do? Why is it just me?

….should I just break it?

It was quite unfair to just let it pass.

This makes me feel like I have a crush on Adele.

N-no not at all!

I just think Adele is handsome!

They just feel a little frustrated. I mean, he always does things that make me burst but I also can’t help but think of it as cute…

That’s why I need to be demanding……

“Why is your expression like that, Miss?”

Irina gave me a very worried look.

I decided to take second revenge on Adele.

I felt like I had become a bad person who covets another person’s men. But he’s an unattainable person so it’s making me feel that this is all unfair!

“Irina, can you put some makeup on me?”

My maid opened her eyes widely.

“You’re already a heavenly beauty, is it necessary?”

You shouldn’t know it.

“Just a little favor, please.”

I gave Irina a soft smile, and Irina, who fell for that smile, started decorating me, starting with her usual brow trimming.

The process of pulling up my eyelashes and painting my lips took longer than I expected.

While Irina was doing makeup, Marin did my hair on another side.

My hair was fixed with a large seashell hair ornament.

My hair curls very easily, so Marine finished styling it in no time.

I put on a fluffy indoor dress and waited for Adele. It was a perfect outfit for tea time.

Although the orange chiffon dress did not have any pattern or decoration on it, it fluttered every time I moved, like petals.

Adele visited at the same time as yesterday.

I called Adele to the terrace.

“Welcome, Adele.”

He seemed to be stuck in front of the terrace for a while, but after some time, he finally greeted me back with a smile like a piece of cloud in the hot July sky.

“Good afternoon, Anastasia.”

I liked Adele’s gaze at me.

It wasn’t blatant at all, and he was definitely looking at me longer than usual.

I spoke to Adele in an excited voice.

“I asked the chef to make ginger cookies that you like. I’ll be delighted if you eat them deliciously.”

Adele answered me in a polite tone.

“You don’t have to do that. Just seeing Anastasia’s lively face is enough for me. But, I’m grateful for the favor you’ve given me today. ”

Adele sat across from me. The tea table wasn’t big, so we could keep a moderate distance.

I waited until Adele was about to pick up the cookie, then I stretched out my hand naturally, keeping my gaze in on him.

My fingers and Adele’s fingertips touched.

“Ah”

When I pretended to be surprised, Adele hurriedly withdrew his hand.

“That was rude of me. Please eat first. “

“No. You eat first.”

I laughed lightly. If it was someone else, they would have immediately noticed my ill intentions, but I was confident that he’ll remain oblivious about it.

Since my confidence boosted up, I decided to be a bit more aggressive.

“Adele’s hands are very pretty. Can I hold it?”

“My hands are hard and rough, but if that’s what you want.”

Adele innocently stretched out his hand and I put my palm on his hand.

I obviously have an ulterior motive but for some reason, I feel ticklish.

I wanted to make Adele uncomfortable and embarrassed but on the contrary, it seemed like I was the one who was excited about this.

“Your fingers are really long……straight and smooth.”

I said honestly, without thinking; Adele smiled cautiously.

“I’m embarrassed. I train swordsmanship so I get calluses but they disappear quickly.”

He was being humble when in fact he was actually a genius swordsman

I glanced at him.

“What do you think of my hand?”

Adele thought for a moment before he spoke.

“It’s smooth. It feels small and delicate. I feel anxious because it feels like it would break even with a little force.”

I laughed.

“I walked with you hand in hand yesterday but you’re anxious now?”

“It was an impulsive act. I’m reflecting on it. Even though Anastasia is my friend, I shouldn’t have did it if it makes you uncomfortable. Anastasia probably did it because I reached out first. You probably regret it.”

I tilted my head. Does my thoughts reach him by holding hands?

“Regret? No, I actually liked it.”

Adele’s jewel-like red eyes shone with a mysterious glow.

“Are you serious?”

“That’s right.”

Then Adele paused and confessed.

“I… I also liked it…when Anastasia was angry with me.”

“Huh?”

“Other people are always generous at me whenever I make mistakes. Maybe that’s also why I’ve become more pompous. But you tried to correct my mistake. I am deeply grateful for that.”

That was a very demoralizing remark.

Adele wasn’t even conscious of me at all.

It was no use wearing makeup, wearing a bright dress, or even making light physical contact. It was all useless.

He’s not looking at me as a woman, he was treating me like a human, like himself.

Suddenly, I felt like I was doused with cold water, so I pulled my hand back. Then I glared at him.

“Adele.”

“Yes, Anastasia.”

I snapped straight at Adele, who couldn’t grasp the situation.

“You’re annoying.”

Adele apologized, not knowing what he had done wrong.

“I’m sorry. Did I make another mistake?”

“Heung!”

You’re such a bad guy.

If that was the case, then I shouldn’t have said that I like holding hands with you!

I was hoping for something!

Adele Magnus was thinking of Anastasia Sinclair of the past.

‘Adele, you’re a nice person. But you’re making things difficult for me.’

She told this to him with a weary face a month ago.

Anastasia cried often. She was pessimistic and said she had a foreboding that her death was coming.

Adele, as educated, tried to instill hope in her. However, her response was cold.

Anastasia took Adele’s comfort as a mockery.

That’s why Adele tried to analyze all the words she had spoken to find out why he could not get a deeper understanding of her. However, it was too late.

‘I wish you were a mute*! I hope you don’t say anything in front of me! You don’t know my heart because you have everything! How miserable and desperate I am now, you! You don’t understand anything!!’

(t/n: there’s a mistranslation of this sentence in the previous chapters that I’ll correct when I have time lols it says [dumb] rather than [mute]. I was confused because Anastasia used an idiom in this.)

Anastasia threw the vase at Adele.

It seemed that the broken pieces of the vase that had shattered when it hit the wall represented Anastasia’s broken heart.

‘I’m sorry, Anastasia.’

That was the only word that came out of his mouth.

Adele apologized until Anastasia got sick of it.

And that my friends, is the birth of psycho Adele. lololol