The Male Lead’s Attached Maid Is Too Competent - Chapter 27

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The Male Lead’s Devoted Maid is Too Competent Episode 027

The first night.

Elisha was sitting in the chair where Roella used to sit.

Christen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was clearly the same chair, same position, same time, yet everything felt unfamiliar. It must be because of the person sharing this space with him.

Elisha. He had heard she came from the slums. Even the woman’s breathing felt too foreign.

Elisha sat with a tense expression, her hands neatly folded on her knees. Her light green eyes carefully scanned over Christen. Even that was different from Roella.

From the very first day, Roella had buried herself in that chair with a blissful expression. And she would put her feet up on the footrest and mutter that it was paradise.

Christen had found that sight both absurd and fascinating at the time. Roella was bold and uninhibited, as if she feared nothing.

Christen smiled faintly as he thought of Roella. And seeing that smile, Elisha gathered her courage.

“Your Grace.”

Elisha carefully opened her mouth.

“May I… hold your hand?”

Christen nodded briefly. He knew it was something that had to be done. But why did he feel so reluctant about it?

Elisha carefully reached out her hand. The trembling of her cold, slender hand was transmitted to Christen as well.

It’s different.

Roella’s hand was smaller than this one. And Roella’s body temperature was generally higher. She would casually fidget with Christen’s hand this way and that. Sometimes comparing finger lengths, sometimes stroking his palm.

‘Your Grace really seems to have big hands. Wow, they look twice the size of my fingers. Please share some with me.’

She would say such things without hesitation, and sometimes she would wrap Christen’s hand in both of hers and rub it against her cheek before falling asleep.

At first, Christen had been flustered by those impudent behaviors. But before he knew it, he had grown accustomed to them, and later he even looked forward to them.

What way will Roella surprise me today, he would wonder.

“Your Grace…”

Elisha’s trembling voice reached him. Christen turned his head to look at Elisha.

Elisha was looking at him with tears hanging at the corners of her eyes and a face filled with emotion.

“That I… can truly help Your Grace. This feels like a dream.”

It seemed like pure sincerity. But.

Christen unconsciously turned his head away. Elisha’s sincerity felt heavy to him. He found those inexplicable tears she was shedding bothersome.

Christen swallowed a sigh and sat up, secretly frowning where she couldn’t see.

His body hadn’t fully recovered yet.

The magic power that had been stirring through his body and flowing out began to condense back inside Christen’s body as soon as he let go of Elisha’s hand. Christen ran his hand through his hair.

“Miss Elisha.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Let’s stop here for today.”

Elisha’s eyes widened.

“Pardon…? But…”

“It won’t be too late to start tomorrow. And I forgot that I have something left to do.”

Christen’s voice sank colder than usual.

Elisha bit her lips with a flustered expression. But Elisha couldn’t dare to hold Christen back. She carefully rose from her seat and bowed.

“Then… I’ll see you tomorrow, Your Highness.”

“Do that.”

Elisha left the bedroom.

The sound of the door closing was heard, and it became quiet again.

When Roella was there, the space was always filled with signs of life. Roella was always doing something. She would hum melodies, and sometimes even snore.

Christen had never thought those sounds were noisy.

Rather, he was glad that those sounds filled the bedroom.

They made this huge, cold space warm. But now this enormous bedroom was filled with coldness. Simply because Roella wasn’t there. That difference seemed to strike Christen’s heart.

Christen let out a sigh.

His chest felt stuffy. It probably wasn’t because of magic power. When Elisha held his hand, the magic power had definitely drained out. The figure of 98% wasn’t a lie.

But he felt as if his bedroom had been invaded by someone. It was as if an unwelcome guest had entered and left the space that belonged to Roella and Christen.

Christen stared intently at the chair where Roella always used to sit.

Elisha had sat in exactly the same spot. That was deeply unpleasant.

‘She really loved that chair.’

Christen let out a quiet curse.

He wasn’t used to himself acting in such incomprehensible ways.

He eventually left the bedroom.

Christen’s footsteps echoed in the corridor.

His steps headed toward the office. Since sleep didn’t seem like it would come tonight, he planned to work. He ended up working just as he had told Elisha he would.

Christen stopped in front of the office. A faint light was seeping through the crack in the door. Someone was still working, it seemed.

Looking through the gap in the door, he saw Roella moving busily while doing something. Christen stared blankly at Roella wiggling her fingers. It was one of her habits that came out when she was concentrating.

Christen’s hand gripped the door handle. Then, somehow feeling like he didn’t want to disturb Roella, he let go and leaned against the wall next to the office door. He quietly listened just like that.

The sound of papers being turned came from beyond the door. Roella’s voice muttering something also came through.

“This part… I’ll mark it here…. Oh, this needs to be checked by Mr. Aidan….”

A small, soft voice. It was Roella’s. Christen’s displeasure was instantly resolved.

Christen closed his eyes.

Just listening to that voice seemed to make his chest feel a little more at ease.

How long had he been standing like that?

Suddenly the door opened.

“Huh…?”

Roella discovered Christen standing in front of the door and opened her eyes wide.

“Your, Your Grace?”

Christen slowly opened his eyes.

Roella was looking up at him with a surprised face.

“Why are you here at this hour…? What about Miss Elisha? Didn’t you sleep? Then why were you standing here instead of coming in?”

Christen didn’t answer and just stared intently at Roella.

Her slightly disheveled hair. Her eyes slightly bloodshot from looking at documents. Her fingers stained with ink. Such small, trivial things. It was the appearance Roella usually showed.

“Your Highness…?”

Roella called him with a worried face.

Only then did Christen open his mouth.

“…Can’t the work be done tomorrow? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“I just can’t fall asleep. So I thought if I did some work, I might get sleepy.”

In truth, Roella had been thinking about Christen too. With the man who was always by her side at night absent, it felt awkward and strange. And she was bored. When she couldn’t sleep, she used to coax Christen into eating night snacks with her, but now she couldn’t do that anymore.

“Hmm.”

Roella rolled her eyes around. Then she smiled brightly and said.

“If Your Grace also has work to do, shall we do it together? And I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

Roella shrugged her shoulders.

“How about we eat some snacks? After all, snacks are essential for working late.”

Christen burst into laughter without realizing it.

“Let’s do that.”

“Come in quickly, Your Grace!”

The office where Roella welcomed him felt more comfortable than the bedroom. As if he had returned to his own space again.

It was truly a strange thing.

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