I Became the Younger Sister of a Regretful Obsessive Male Lead

ho got rejected by my father.
If he loved that person yet denied his own love like that, to the point that his entire being had changed…

What on earth was he thinking?

My mind became heavy, as though chaos itself had taken over.

As I was unable to say anything, the man in front of me spoke again.

“I haven’t provided enough, so I’ll let the Lady know a much more interesting story next time.
Are you also curious about your mother’s family?”

At his question, I couldn’t even breathe.
I never thought deeply about my mother, who didn’t even appear in the original work.

I just thought of her as a character, that she was someone who gave me affection, and that I felt both grateful and sorry towards her.

“Oh, and another thing.”

Where did that first innocent demeanor go? The man’s eyes flashed as he spoke once more.

“You don’t really think that your parents truly died in a carriage accident, do you, Milady?”

I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I rose from my seat.

I tried not to show that I was being shaken by his words, but my body wouldn’t follow.

The chair I was sitting in fell harshly behind me.
However, I wasn’t sure whether the sound of my breathing had become louder, or if the chair’s crash was echoing.

“Master, are you okay?”

“Master, should we kill him?”

Oscar and Damian stepped up to cover me the moment I reacted.
They both flanked my sides as though ready to attack.

“I’m a useful person.
Please spare me.”

The man had both his hands raised above his head, and he looked harmless.
His slightly lowered eyebrows and his facial expression also made him seem like it.

But his eyes were different.
How come I hadn’t noticed until now? This man’s eyes glinted more than I thought.

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And what that man said had pierced straight through my heart.
There was a time when something similar to this had happened.

I had a headache again.
The words I heard just now made my mind so conflicted, but there was something more to it.
It hurts.

When I grabbed my head in pain, Oscar and Damian reached out at the same time.
I almost fainted just as I did before, but when I felt the heat of their hands touching my skin, I barely kept myself conscious.

“Master, it would be better to leave now.”

“That’s right, Master.
Let’s go back first.”

I also thought it would be good to do as they said.
I couldn’t show any weaknesses in a place like this.

I guess I’ve really become a noble.

Seeing as I’m now struggling to save face.

But there was one thing I needed to say before I left.

“Fine, I’ll spare you this time.
Until you provide for what you’ve been given, as you said.”

Now I know perfectly that he wasn’t the type of person who’d cower from this much.

And just as I thought, the man smiled humbly, but his eyes glinted just the same.

I think I’m really going to pour spicy sauce on him.
Then he wouldn’t be able to look at me with that kind of gaze…

“Then, please be careful on your way.”

The man hurriedly bowed as though he was reading my thoughts.
I turned around without paying him any more attention.

With Oscar and Damian’s help, I passed through the door hidden by the bookshelf.
In the meantime, I calmed down quite a bit, so I let go of their hands.

“I’m okay now.”

“Master, are you really okay? When your face is still this white?”

Oscar asked as he stroked my cheek.
Then, Damian threw off Oscar’s hand.

“Don’t touch Master’s body, Oscar.”

“I’m just worried.
You’re being too strict.”

“You…”

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“Fine, I got it.”

When Damian grimly reminded him, Oscar just answered coyly.

“Quiet now, both of you.”

Again, I left the bookstore while frowning over this flaring migraine.
I stumbled while rushing to take a rest.

My cloak fluttered in the wind, and before it could settle down again, someone grabbed my shoulder tightly.

The person who held me back caught the hood of my cloak, and so it flowed down.

I knew who it was even before I could see the person’s face.

It was a scent I smelled everyday, and it was Lucian’s scent so I couldn’t help but know.

“Brother?”

At my question, Lucian sighed briefly.
Or perhaps, it was more of an exhale.

“Yes, Ray.”

When I heard his voice, I raised my head.
Still with a hand on my shoulder and as he stood tall, he smiled when our eyes met.

“What brings you here?” I asked him.

The bookstore was situated in a back alley.
Why would Lucian have come to such a place?

Maybe…

“Is Brother also here to find a good teahouse?”

What I said seemed to have cracked Lucian’s expression just a tiny bit.
Why did he react like that?

I’m happy that he’s showing a variety of facial expressions recently, but I don’t understand this one.

Lucian took in a small breath and said quietly.

“I’m here to pick you up.”

Huh? Really? My Lucian, you missed this Noona, huh?

Of course, it’s nice to see him.
My bias came to pick me up.
But a question suddenly popped up.

Did I ever tell him about the location of the bookstore?