I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 138

Chapter 135: The Stubbornness of a Man

“Master, good morning.”

With a call as light as falling feathers, Roy groggily opened his eyes.

Standing by the window, a blonde girl in a maid outfit, bathed in golden morning light, had already drawn back the curtains, waiting respectfully by his side.

The sleepy young boy couldn’t help but break into a silly grin.

A wonderful day starts with Alice!

Without needing to be told, the warm water and towel for washing up were already placed neatly aside.

After Roy freshened up, Alice’s first task each day was to check his wounds.

Alice skillfully removed Roy’s bandages, her technique far more proficient than Charlotte’s.

“Congratulations, Master, your injuries are mostly healed. You won’t need the bandages anymore.”

“I’ve also brought your clothes.”

On a mobile clothing rack hung loose, comfortable outfits that perfectly suited Roy’s style, clearly something Alice had carefully considered.

Typically, a dedicated maid would assist the master in dressing, but knowing Roy would feel embarrassed, she would discreetly turn away while he changed.

Once Roy was dressed, and his clean, neat appearance came into view, Alice’s expression was calm, as she naturally remarked, “Today, you look quite handsome, Master.”

“That’s a bit exaggerated; it’s just a shirt,” he retorted, but it did nothing to dampen Roy’s mood.

“Alice thinks you look handsome no matter what you wear,” the girl stated matter-of-factly, with not a hint of flattery.

It was precisely Alice’s sincerity that made Roy feel bashful.

After getting dressed, Roy eagerly anticipated breakfast time.

Crispy smoked bacon paired with fragrant fried eggs, embellished with vibrant vegetables, sprinkled with salt and pepper mushrooms, and a warm glass of milk allowed Roy to indulge thoroughly.

“Today’s breakfast was made by you, Alice, right? Thank you for your hard work.”

Upon hearing this, the girl’s eyes sparkled slightly, “How did you know, Master?”

Roy wiped his mouth and smiled faintly, “Of course. The bacon and eggs are cooked just how I like them, not to mention the royal-style mushrooms. You must have left out the garlic just for me, right?”

Back when they were still in Ainbrad territory, Alice had already been cooking for Roy. He noticed that compared to professional chefs, her cooking was a bit rough around the edges, but she always made meticulous adjustments to cater to his tastes.

Even the royal chefs couldn’t make adjustments filled with such heartfelt care, just for Roy alone.

“As long as the Master enjoys it, that’s enough,” she replied casually, but her eyes sparkled with joy.

After breakfast, it was time for a stroll.

Staying cooped up inside wasn’t good for his health; the palace garden was right outside, and not exploring it would be a waste.

Strolling leisurely in the sweet-scented garden illuminated by the morning light, Roy felt his spirits lift.

The only thing that made him uneasy was Alice’s support—specifically, the lingering, suggestive glances from nearby noblewomen and maids.

Even as a dedicated maid, such close care was rare. Not to mention that they were both young and attractive; merely glancing at them would do wonders for one’s well-being.

Roy always felt flustered under those probing stares.

“They keep saying I have a cane; I don’t need the extra help,” he muttered softly.

“Please don’t push yourself, Master. This small matter is only natural for Alice,” she said earnestly while keeping close, holding onto his arm.

How could she reveal such a little personal motive?

This was one of the few opportunities to be close to her master, breathing in his scent—she couldn’t waste it!

“Fine, if you like it,” Roy said helplessly, though he kept to himself just how comfortable her soft form felt.

Since that day when they unveiled Alice’s heart, they returned to this warm daily routine.

Perhaps it was because they hadn’t spent time together in a while; Alice was even more motivated than before, her femininity growing ever stronger. Roy suspected he might end up being spoiled someday.

Wait a minute, wasn’t he the one nurturing Alice? How did that reverse happen?!

Roy suddenly realized and felt a mix of emotions.

“Master?”

Gazing into the girl’s clear, water-like eyes, Roy pushed his earlier concerns aside and smiled warmly.

“Nothing, let’s keep exploring~”

“Okay!”

The master and maid continued to bask in their exclusive time together, unaware that each day, a pair of resentful, fiery eyes watched them from a palace window.

“Your Highness, about the dragon spoils we received earlier…”

“Shut up!”

The reporting official fell into silence, feeling wronged.

Charlotte sighed helplessly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

To be fair, many nobles had affairs with their maids, and the numbers of those who were openly inappropriate were countless. But very few, like Roy, spoiled their maids so affectionately in public.

Nowadays, when people talked about Roy, he was either the flower knight of the princess or the gentle young master treating his maid kindly—hardly anyone remembered he used to be a “bad boy.”

Charlotte didn’t oppose Roy being kind to his maid; on the contrary, she thought treating maids with kindness was a plus.

But this was a bit excessive, don’t you think?!

They were stuck together like they were glued; this wasn’t normal for a master and maid! There needed to be a line!

Every morning, Charlotte watched from the window as the master and maid cozied up, strolling and laughing in her flower patch while she had to suffer through her work—it was infuriating!

Since their relationship was mended, Roy hadn’t visited her even once.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and the angrier she got, the more she realized she couldn’t remain silent.

This maid was a genuine competitor unlike that last green tea bitch! She couldn’t treat this lightly!

Charlotte turned to glare at the official before her and snapped, “Hurry and report! I have other arrangements this afternoon!”

Wait, didn’t she just tell him to shut up? Why was she now urging him to speak?

Due to their status difference, the poor official, no matter how resentful, could only wipe the cold sweat from his brow and comply.

As Charlotte hastily continued her work, Roy enjoyed a leisurely morning with Alice.

After having lunch made by Alice, Roy lazily lay on his bed, planning to indulge in some pre-sleep reading.

But when he reached for the bedside, he found it empty. Looking up, he saw Alice hugging the novel he’d been reading.

“Master, let me read to you.”

“Oh… No, no need for that!”

Roy quickly corrected himself, almost blurting out an instinctive response.

Maybe other things were fine, but needing someone to read to him? Was he a three-year-old?

If this kept up, by the time Alice became the Destined Saintess, he would end up a complete dead weight!

Filled with urgency, Roy firmly rejected, “Alice, I appreciate your intentions. But really, it’s unnecessary. I’m not that helpless!”

“Is that so…” Alice said, her voice a whisper as her radiant blue eyes dimmed, resembling a neglected little animal, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to spend some extra time with you, Master.”

Looking at the girl’s downcast expression pierced Roy’s heart with guilt.

“Ugh, fine. Come here,” he said, patting the bed beside him.

The girl perked up, her eyes shining brightly.

“I’ll read myself, you can just turn the pages for me.”

This was Roy’s last stubbornness as a man.