I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 139

Chapter 136: Sense of Crisis

When Alice scooted closer, Roy suddenly realized a problem.

Alice was too short, and the bed was too high; every time she flipped a page, she had to stand on her tiptoes and lean sideways, which looked quite uncomfortable—almost like a form of punishment.

The little maid never complained, but that didn’t mean Roy was okay with it.

Feeling considerate, Roy patted the space next to him and kindly said, “It must be tiring standing up. Come on up.”

He meant for Alice to sit on the bed.

But Alice clearly misunderstood.

The little maid blinked, then lifted her smooth little legs and kicked off her shoes, directly flopping down next to him.

With her legs slightly bent, her white socks cuddling around her small feet, she leaned against Roy’s side like a well-behaved golden retriever.

No, I meant sit down, not jump into my bed! — Roy wanted to yell that out loud, but looking into her clear eyes, as pure as a mountain lake, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Whatever, if Alice didn’t mind, why should he?

So, beneath the scent of irises, Roy began to pass the time before a nap.

This novel told the story of Siegfried, the Dragon Slayer, depicting him as a noble knight, undeterred by hardship, unmoved by wealth or beauty, and with a heart full of righteousness.

At first glance, Roy thought this image was too ethereal, doubting that the “Dragon Slayer” was merely a fictional historical figure.

But after witnessing and experiencing Siegfried’s legendary life through “The Path of the King,” his perspective on the story changed.

In the end, after completing his dragon-slaying achievements, Siegfried died without regret under the taint of evil dragon’s blood, as if that was how his life was meant to be.

Killing enemies, fighting battles, saving the world amid the people’s cheers—heroic and complete.

Roy deeply felt Siegfried’s fervent emotions, firmly believing that in his last moments, Siegfried was most likely filled with regrets.

He must have wanted to see that princess one last time.

Compared to that, he considered himself quite lucky.

While Roy pondered this, waiting for Alice to turn the page and see the ending, he realized there was no movement.

Turning around, he found the blonde girl had gently closed her eyes, her small head, which had been resting lightly on his arm, now completely buried into it, her petite body relaxing like a warm ball of cotton.

She must be tired.

After all, she had been busy lately.

Today too, she had gotten up early just to take care of him—no wonder she was wiped out.

Alice always had a straight face; sweetly put, it was serene; harshly put, it was indifferent. She rarely expressed emotions like most girls her age.

Yet, in her sleep, the girl looked so adorable. Her long, light golden lashes fluttered gently with her soft breaths, creating an almost fragile, peaceful picture that felt too beautiful to disturb.

Only by letting down all her defenses and sleeping peacefully like this did Roy realize that she was just a girl who hadn’t grown up yet.

Maybe he should pamper her a little more.

Not wanting to disturb Alice’s rare nap, Roy moved as lightly as possible, covering her with his blanket and gently placing her head onto his pillow.

Perhaps sensing her master’s familiar scent, the girl’s nose twitched slightly, and her tranquil expression became even more peaceful.

Seeing her sleep so sweetly, Roy couldn’t help but yawn, his eyelids growing heavy.

But just then, a polite knocking sound came from outside, accompanied by a slightly stiff greeting.

“Roy, are you there?”

Like thunder, Roy was instantly jolted awake.

That voice belonged to Charlotte?!

The usually proud and reserved princess couldn’t contain herself regarding Roy. After hastily finishing her morning duties, she had arrived earlier than planned.

At this point, afternoon tea seemed a bit early.

But saying she was here to check on the injured one wouldn’t be untrue, right?

And at this time, even the most dedicated maid should be on a break!

That meant no one would interrupt, and it was their private world!

Holding a beautiful box of pastries, Charlotte had already prepared shy phrases to mask her embarrassment, excitedly knocked on the door, and after a polite greeting, couldn’t wait to push the door open.

“Wait, hold on—!”

And then, Charlotte froze.

She saw the black-haired boy and the blonde girl cuddled together on the bed. Roy, startled, pressed his hands on Alice’s shoulders, while she was sleepily waking up.

A boy and a girl, sharing a bed. Skin close, incredibly intimate.

Master-servant scenarios were always popular in Veszyra’s romance novels, and Charlotte instantly thought of hundreds of unspeakable developments!

“Uh, heh, I guess I came at a bad time.” Charlotte’s mouth twitched, her forehead vein popping, and the heat emanating from her made the air feel distorted.

Roy felt an odd sense of déjà vu but didn’t have the time to think too much.

“It’s not what it looks like! Let me explain… Alice, wake up! This isn’t the time for sleeping!”

At Roy’s call, the girl finally opened her eyes a slit.

Her gaze fell on Roy, and her master’s scent filled the air; because she was still half-asleep, she instinctively made the most natural move.

“Master…”

With a soft, lazy call, Alice melted completely into Roy’s embrace under Charlotte’s astonished stare.

“Don’t…”

“Don’t go too far!!!”

Five minutes later.

Staring at the ceiling, Roy sank into deep thought.

To his left was a fiery red-haired princess, pouting, tapping her shapely black legs impatiently.

To his right stood a serene blonde maid, her expression as cold as water, elegantly poised with her bare white legs.

Why was that? One was the princess he had been pampering who trusted him; the other was his obedient maid. Being alone with either of them was wonderful. But why didn’t the happiness of both merge into something even better?

Despite Roy explaining himself, the tension between the two hadn’t eased at all.

“By the way, Charlotte took time out of her busy schedule to come visit me—what an honor.” Roy teased Charlotte like usual.

This time, however, Charlotte’s smile was more of a grimace: “Oh really? Because I see someone seems to be enjoying their lonely time quite a bit, not lonely at all.”

“Uh, well…”

While Roy felt at a loss for words, Alice spoke up.

“Exactly, as Her Highness said, with Alice around, the Master isn’t lonely at all.”

“What?” Charlotte’s brow furrowed slightly, her eyes narrowing as she shot a glare at Alice.

“I’m just speaking the truth.” But Alice stood her ground, meeting the pressure from the royal girl with calmness.

The girls’ gazes clashed as if invisible blades were crossing, glinting with cold light, leaving Roy speechless.