Chapter 4

Chapter 4

『 "I like Morris…"

"No matter what I do, why wouldn't you look at me even once?"

"I should be gone. Goodbye…"』

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When I woke up, I am already lying to a soft bed. Looking at the ceiling, it must be my room in the house.

'Room…?'

I looked around just in time to see the door opening. I hurriedly close my eyes.

I heard rushed footsteps entering my room. Not just only one pair of feet were walking inside, there are a few people.

"Madam, she's already fine. I've already checked her body thoroughly, there's nothing wrong."

"Then why did my daughter faint?! You call yourself a doctor, huh?"

Hearing the quarrelling voices, I felt relieved. It was because I am hearing the voice I loved the most.

'Mom.'

Unbeknownst to them, I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her back.

I am not wrong, it's mom.

"Madam, young lady has woken up!"

Then she turned around with a worried expression on her face. She touched my forehead and cupped my face. It's the same warm hands I am used to.

I can't help but let my tears flow down. Even if it's just one day, I already missed her.

'Maybe I should've eaten first before finishing the book.'

And just thinking about the book, my head hurts once again but not as painful as earlier.

I knew now why I'm being like this. It is because I am transmigrated into the book I was reading before I fell asleep.

That's also the reason why I was drawn into Rosine's pendant earlier, and I felt very familiar with everything.

Except the fact that my brothers and dad had different attitude towards me, I'm still thankful because I am living with my own family so I don't miss them.

"Jean said you fainted in school earlier, dear. Are you feeling alright now?"

"Yes mom. I feel okay now."

"Did you know Jean was very worried about you earlier?"

"… He is?"

"Of course ah! Why won't he worry about his fiancée ah?"

"…"

'Ah, I forgot about that.'

The book I was reading is titled "The Male Lead's Lover". It was quite a cliché story, and I also don't know why I read that crappy book.

At least, the villainess had morals. And now that I know everything, I am that villainess.

I was set in the path of death from the very beginning. However, as I now live in this body, I won't let anything or anyone to lead me to death. Not even Jean.

At the very start of the story, Jean and Heather were originally engaged to each other, and they also grew up together. They knew each other like the palm of their hands.

On particularly sunny day, the day I was transmigrated, the female lead, Rosine Vista, made an appearance to their life.

From then on, Jean kept seeing Rosine's best traits while only looking at Heather's flaws. In the end, he broke the engagement and married Rosine.

Broken hearted by that, Heather went near the bridge to vent out everything. She planned not to do anything because the man she loved was taken away already. She don't plan on avenging.

Unaware and without conscience, the main characters instead killed her with their own hands, watching her until she took her last breath.

And that's why, I was so vexed with her ending. She don't plan on revenge so why did the author killed her? She's the only one with morals.

And now, in the present.

Mom warmly held my hands into hers as I sit back up to the bedhead.

'My fainting is connected to me knowing this world.'

Sudden surge of memories was too much to handle so I fainted.

About Jean…

That's pretty much his character, cold and aloof. I don't expect much of him, ever since meeting him.

Even if I don't know what his relationship with me is in the first time that we met, seeing that he's a cold human doesn't bother. I thought that it would be good if we stayed as it is.

I do not expect that he will suddenly be kind just because I fainted.

That day, I sat on my bed thinking over things.

I'm still not used to order anyone.

I rummaged through the drawer, getting a pen and paper. I need to jot down whatever I remember from the story.

"Heather died… she died… died…"

I scratch my head angrily. I can't think of anything but Heather's death.

If I'm not wrong, the story had already begun yesterday when I went to school with Jean.

'Thankfully I didn't spare Rosine a glance yesterday or I'll be in a big trouble.'

There were already two things I avoided as Heather. First of all, Heather should have a heated argument with Rosine when she fell down.

And then, Jena should have helped Rosine up which supposedly sparked their romance.

Second, Heather should have kicked Rosine's table and food tray. Thankfully, I am now Heather and I didn't do that.

And so, my life should flow better than the original Heather.

'But I like my name Jade better.'

As I was caught up in my thoughts, I did not feel someone's presence.

"What are you doing?"

"Ack! You scared me!"

Standing behind me is Jean wearing casual clothes, with his hands on his pocket. He had an indifferent expression on his face.

I don't really expect for him to come here.

'Honestly it would be better if we don't see each other anymore.'

But how can I not see him when we're bounded by an engagement?

Can there be a time I can actually dissolve that thing that binds us?

Will I even be able to do that?

I bowed my head at the paper on my hands. I quietly put it inside my drawer and stand up to look at him.

'How does Heather act around him?'

"… You're here."

"Aren't you already waiting for me?"

"Me?"

"Aunt told me."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

For real! In my last life, mother would always say that I don't need boys in my life. I should just study hard and graduate with a degree.

Oh, this life is really a mess. It really feels like my whole life is reversed into something new I'm foreign to.

"Ahem. So why did you come here?"

Don't tell me you're worried?

"I was worried about you yesterday, so I told Aunt to call me immediately when you wake up."

"…"

Even if he said that, he still had that detached expression in his face. How do I know if it was his real feelings or not?

Right, he's just a character. I should give in.

"You see I'm fine. Have you eaten already?"

"Not yet. I was waiting until you wake up."

"Alright then, let's go down to eat. It's already six in the evening."