Battle Divorce! - Chapter 8
No matter how she tried to rationalize it, she just couldn’t believe something that massive could ever fit inside her.
The opening down there was so tight that maybe she could just barely fit a finger in. She was just trying to figure out where the entrance was, not actually push anything deep inside. That was unthinkable.
She wanted to run. But there wasn’t even a window in the bathroom.
Knock, knock!
Daisy, who’d been nervously poking at herself, jumped at the sudden knock and yanked her hand away.
“Lady Therese?”
It was the head maid’s voice.
“You’ve been in the bath for a while. I’m coming in.”
“I, I’m fine! Really! There’s nothing wrong, so please, just… just let me be alone…!”
Click. The door opened, and Daisy hastily covered her bare chest.
Sure, for noblewomen, it was normal to be attended during baths. But not for Daisy. Showing her naked body to anyone was mortifying.
She’d always bathed alone before. The maids never cared whether Daisy washed herself or not; in fact, they seemed relieved just to supply hot water.
The head maid looked exhausted.
“The master said to help you if you needed anything.”
Ignoring Daisy’s protests, the head maid strode in, and the rest of the maids followed, carrying towels and bath supplies in unison.
Oh, please. If only they just leave her alone like usual.
But it seemed no one wanted to defy the master.
With no choice, Daisy let the maids do as they pleased.
* * *
Normally, she’d just towel off her hair, flop onto the bed, and call it a night.
But tonight was supposedly the wedding night.
Instead, she found herself seated in front of a mirror, being fussed over by the maids.
What is all this…?
She was wearing a sheer, translucent negligee that did nothing to cover her up. What was even the point of this thing?
She was already clean and about to sleep. Why bother with makeup?
“Lady Therese, please don’t bite your lips. You’ll ruin your lipstick.”
“…Sorry.”
She’d been gnawing nervously on her lower lip without realizing it and got a scolding from the head maid. The anxiety was driving her mad.
Well. The maids had always looked at her like she was clueless, but tonight their exasperation was obvious. Normally, she might have snapped back, but she was far too overwhelmed by dread.
Once they’re done with all this, does that mean we just have s*x? Should I fake being sick now?
Her mind raced with escape plans.
Fifth floor… Is jumping out the window an option?
Maybe if she had a rope, but without one, she’d be dead for sure.
She rolled her eyes around the room, searching for anything that might double as a rope.
Once they were finished, there’d be a little time before she had to head to Maxim’s bedroom. Maybe she could make a run for it then.
“Do you know anything about bedroom matters?”
“Huh?”
Daisy’s eyes darted at the head maid’s blunt question.
“I suppose you don’t. This marriage happened so suddenly, I guess House Therese didn’t have time to prepare you.”
The maid’s tone was openly condescending. If Daisy really had been Count Therese’s legitimate daughter, she might have been insulted.
But she wasn’t, so she just cursed her ‘boss’ for dumping her in this mess.
She honestly didn’t know anything about bedroom matters, and that made everything even scarier.
“I’ll give you the basics. Listen carefully.”
The head maid sighed, sounding more weary than helpful.
“And why would you be the one to teach her?”
Suddenly, a cold voice sliced through the room. Instantly, the air froze. The maids, busy at Daisy’s side, turned to statues.
She didn’t have to look because there he was. She saw him in the mirror. Maxim von Waldeck, freshly bathed, hair still damp and tousled, wearing only a nightgown.
Their eyes met in the mirror for a second, and his lips curled into a faint smile. Then his gaze dropped, taking in her negligee.
Daisy felt her face heat up and frantically pulled the sheer fabric closed over her chest.
“Welcome, my lord. We’re nearly done here.”
“Name.”
The word was so cold… and so different from the man who had smiled just a moment ago.
