As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine - As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine chapter 40

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With the annoying flies no longer a bother, Charlotte could finally focus her attention on the person she truly wished to converse with.

Roy Ainsworth, a youth as serene and elegant as the night sky.

Despite the princess’s brows being marked with an indelible pride, when she truly looked at him, she couldn’t help but tense her legs, filled with trepidation.

How long had it been since she last wore a dress? Would it look strange?

Of course, Charlotte wouldn’t show her inner unease, her magnificent visage carried her usual reserve, but even she didn’t know, the crimson glow in her eyes cast towards the youth was brimming with luster.

“Roy, that outfit suits you quite well,” Charlotte casually praised. This was not flattery, but genuine admiration.

“Your Highness is too kind, your beauty is even more captivating,” Roy sighed softly, his gaze also fixed on the fiery beauty before him.

Charlotte frowned, a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction trembling in her throat: “So formal, haven’t I told you to call me Charlotte?”

Roy was taken aback, then he restrained his excess reverence and smiled more sincerely than before: “Let’s start over, Charlotte, that dress really suits you.”

This time, the girl could no longer hide the faint joy on her face.

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“Not bad, right? It’s been a long time since I’ve worn a dress.”

Charlotte seemed to be brooding with a hint of bitterness, yet she was actually adjusting her skirt, maintaining a dignified demeanor before Roy’s eyes. As she turned around, the long, black stockings on her legs suddenly appeared, as if a gentle breeze had passed by, causing Roy’s emotions to become disordered.

“That’s really a pity. I’m sure there are many who welcome the princess’s skirt.”

Roy thought to himself.

“Ah, forget it. I don’t want those annoying guys to bother me.”

Mentioning Charlotte made Roy a bit gloomy.

Noticing Charlotte’s mouth had curled up, Roy suddenly thought of some details.

He remembered that in “The Dance of Angels”, Charlotte was quite disgusted by men, and the first time she wore a skirt in the game was to attend a banquet with Elise.

Since that was the case, he should be more careful not to offend the princess, who disliked men.

“However, I think it’s not bad to wear a skirt occasionally…”

Charlotte’s tone changed, and her gaze fell back onto Roy.

The girl hesitated, and the air became uncomfortably tense.

Unfortunately, Roy was unable to guess what the other person was thinking, as a clear and melodious whisper sounded beside him.

“Master, I’ll withdraw and won’t disturb you.”

Charlotte regained her composure and looked towards Elise, her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowing.

This is the rumored maid?

Even more beautiful than expected.

“You are…?”

“Oh, this is Elise, my personal maid,” Roy helped Charlotte with the introduction.

This was the first official meeting between the original protagonists and the harem in “The Dance of Angels”, and Roy was genuinely curious as to whether the two would spark any romantic sparks.

However, Charlotte was no exception, as Elise also gazed at her with a hint of hostility in her eyes, while simultaneously admiring her stunning beauty.

It felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the intersecting gazes quickly shifted away from each other.

Elise suppressed her inner hostility, lifted her skirt, and bowed respectfully towards Charlotte, who nodded slightly in response.

Subsequently, the golden-haired maid retreated to the sidelines, fully aware of her limitations as a personal maid.

Although she could attend the banquet, she was only allowed to stay outside, waiting for Charlotte and Roy to enter. Elise had initially planned to do the same, but she decided to leave a bit earlier.

However, a vague sense of discomfort lingered within her.

Elise turned back and cast a final glance.

Roy and Charlotte conversed and laughed together, seemingly as comfortable as Elise had imagined them to be – a perfect gentleman and lady.

Master, it seemed, was very happy.

Uncomfortable or not, as a personal maid, it was her duty not to disturb her master.

“Aren’t you smart, Elise? Ah, I haven’t even said anything, and she’s already so considerate, making me feel awkward instead,” Roy said with a chuckle.

“Yes, you really like her, don’t you?” Charlotte’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She didn’t believe the rumors of Roy mistreating the young maid, yet another rumor was hard to dismiss.

It was said that Roy turned over a new leaf because of that maid named Alice.

After all, isn’t the most popular romance that between a master and a servant?

A reformed bad boy, a pure and lovely maid; it sounds quite sensational… No, rather troublesome!

What a joke, having finally found a gentleman, how could she let a mere maid snatch him away?!

Charlotte glanced sideways, her voice deliberately melodious: “To think you’d fancy another girl when I’m right here.”

“Eh? I’m not…”

Roy’s praise came to an abrupt halt, his gaze shifting to Charlotte’s slightly sullen profile, his mind racing.

Why does this conversation have a hint of jealousy?

Could it be that Charlotte truly has no interest in Alice?

Without giving him a chance to explain, Charlotte directly, gracefully extended her slender, gardenia-braceleted wrist in front of him, looking back with encouragement and expectation, her intent clear as day.

“Enough, don’t think too much.”

“Now, you’re only allowed to think of me.”

The girl’s blush seemed to flicker like flames, more dazzling than the brilliantly lit manor and the vast night sky behind her, igniting a subtle yet fervent emotion within Roy.

But he didn’t understand what was happening.

Alright, even without the original work’s urgency, the princess seemed indifferent to Alice.

But weren’t you a severe misandrist? Why suddenly invite me to take your hand?!

Seeing Roy frozen in place, Charlotte’s heart fluttered, her face growing hot with blush.

Truth be told, Charlotte had no experience in love, merely parroting lines from knightly novels.

Sigh, shouldn’t the male lead naturally take her hand at such a moment?

Was her previous statement that strange?!

Just as Roy was about to make a move, Charlotte chickened out, coughing artificially.

“Cough, cough cough!”

“Don’t get me wrong, what I mean is… Look, I came without a male companion, and you’re without a female one…”

Her voice grew fainter, ending in a whisper, losing the lioness-like pride she had upon arrival, now resembling a flustered kitten.

Charlotte’s face flushed, she fiddled with a lock of hair by her temple, trying to look away, yet unable to resist stealing glances, unaware that Roy caught every detail.

After a while, Roy couldn’t help but chuckle.

Though unsure of the reason, he finally understood her intention.

“So, Charlotte, you wish to invite me as your companion?” Roy asked with a smile.

This light-hearted inquiry sent the girl into a nervous tizzy, her face tightening, her nose twitching slightly: “If you’re not willing, forget it.”

The princess, usually so dignified, now seemed like a petulant young girl, causing Roy a mix of laughter and tears.

“How could that be? I’m too happy to care.”

Charlotte’s request wasn’t unreasonable, and how could Roy miss this chance to make a good impression?

But he hadn’t expected that just as he raised his hand, she would seize it first, entwining her arm with his.

Warm as clouds, soft as silk, the touch carried the scent of gardenias, lightly pressing against him.

“Hmph, that’s more like it!”

The little princess lifted her head proudly, contentedly linking arms with Roy, leading him into the manor’s villa for the event.