Battle Divorce! - Chapter 8

Chapter 4.2

Her v*gina was so tight that even a single finger barely fit, and she was only tentatively exploring the opening. There was no way she could imagine pushing anything deeper.

She wanted to escape, but there were no windows in the bathroom.

Knock knock—!

Just as Daisy was timidly exploring between her legs, a sudden knock startled her, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

“Lady Therese?”

It was the head maid’s voice.

“You’ve been in the bathroom for quite a while. I’m coming in.”

“I’m fine, really… There’s nothing wrong! It’s okay, so please, just let me— let me be alone…!”

Click—

The bathroom door opened, and Daisy quickly covered her chest.

For nobles, it was normal to have assistance during baths, but not for Daisy. The thought of showing her bare body to anyone was mortifying. She had always bathed alone. The maids usually didn’t care whether she bathed or not, content simply to provide warm water.

The head maid looked visibly weary.

“The master has ordered us to assist you if needed.”

Ignoring Daisy’s protests, the head maid entered, followed by the other maids carrying various bath supplies.

Oh, please. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone like usual?

Their master must be truly intimidating for them to be this determined.

With no other choice, Daisy let the maids do their work.

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Normally, she would have just roughly dried her hair and dove straight into bed, and that would be it for the night. But this was their wedding night, and Daisy now found herself sitting in front of a mirror, subjected to the maids’ fussing.

‘What is all this…?’

The negligee they had dressed her in was completely see-through. What was the point of wearing something that didn’t even cover her body?

She was clean and simply going to bed. Why on earth did they need to put makeup on her?

“Lady Therese, please don’t bite your lip. It’ll ruin the makeup.”

“…Alright.”

Without realizing it, she had been nervously gnawing on her bottom lip and was promptly scolded by the head maid. The anxiety was making her feel like she might lose it.

The maids looked at her with that pitying expression as if to say, “What could you possibly know?” She could feel their blatant disrespect, but it’s not like it was anything new. The dread of what was to come left her too exhausted to even care.

‘Once they’re done, are we going straight to… that? What should I do? Should I pretend to be sick?’

Her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of finding a way to escape the situation.

‘This is the fifth floor. Jumping out the window probably isn’t an option, right?’

Unless she had a rope, that is.

Jumping out with nothing but her body would only guarantee a tragic death.

Daisy’s eyes quickly scanned the room, searching for anything she could use as a makeshift rope. Once preparations were done, she’d have a small window of time before heading to Maxim’s bedroom. That would be her chance to make a move.

“Are you familiar with what goes on in the bedroom?”

“Excuse me?”

Daisy’s eyes widened at the head maid’s blunt question, darting nervously from side to side.

“As I thought, you don’t know a thing. It seems Therese didn’t have time to properly prepare you since this marriage was arranged so hastily.”

Her tone was openly condescending.

If Daisy were truly Count Therese’s biological daughter, she might have been offended by such an insult to her father and family. However, since he wasn’t really her father and she wasn’t his daughter, she didn’t care much. She only felt bitterness toward her boss, who had sent her here.

Part of her wanted to sarcastically agree and say, “Right? That son of a b*tch Therese probably pulled a fast one on me, too.”

The truth was, she really didn’t know anything about what was expected in the bedroom, and that uncertainty made it even more terrifying.

“I’ll give you a quick lesson, so listen carefully.”

The head maid sighed, beginning her explanation as though doing her a favor.

“Why should you be the one teaching her?”

A voice sounded from behind, and the room’s temperature seemed to drop instantly. The maids, who had been bustling around Daisy, froze in place.

She didn’t need to turn around. She could already see Maxim von Waldeck’s reflection in the mirror.

He looked like he had just finished bathing, dressed in a robe, his hair still damp and tousled. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror, his gaze softening as it held hers. Then, she felt his eyes drift down to the negligee she was wearing.

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, Daisy quickly pulled the front of it closed.

“You’re here, master. We’re almost finished.”

“Name.”

His voice, which had been warm just a moment ago, was now cold and emotionless.