Failed to Train the Beast Male Lead

Louis asked in a voice that he couldn’t understand.

Working at the Duke’s Mansion was a good opportunity.

But Louis could also provide a similar good opportunity.

In fact, he had even sent a letter offering such an opportunity.

‘But it was rejected.’

He couldn’t understand why she would reject a more comfortable path and stay here.

“Why are you here, using even a fake name, Caroline Langston?”

“..…”

“I heard you’re working as a servant, but the other servants don’t seem to know you well.”

“The working times are different.”

“You can’t even properly figure out the location of the rooms, can you?”

Louis was already speaking in a suspicious tone.

Louis knew that she was a beastman, but she couldn’t tell him about the book.

Moreover, the job of a home tutor was confidential. She didn’t even properly explain it to his siblings.

“That’s…”

Carol licked her lips.

Telling a clumsy lie here would be a bad move.

She was thinking about what excuse to make, but Carol wasn’t given time to answer.

Knock knock.

With a desperate knock, the door swung open. The bed was against the wall, and Carol was just changing her clothes right in front of the door.

“Who is it?”

At the sound of the knock, Louis reflexively lifted the blanket that had been covering him up to his head and asked.

“Louis!”

Carol was dressing, so her hands were not free. The door opened without a chance of it being stopped.

“Excuse me. It’s urgent…Is Carol…Oh, my God!”

Mrs. Wells, who had seen the sight of the young master getting up from the bed, lifting the blanket, and Carol, who was obviously changing her clothes next to the bed, let out a short scream in horror.

“Um, ma’am…!”

“I’m sorry!”

Bang.

Mrs. Wells rudely closed the door before Carol could finish her sentence.

She really couldn’t say anything because it would look more suspicious if she said it wasn’t.

“Ha…”

Even if she explained that it wasn’t, it was a situation that could only be misunderstood. Carol sighed deeply with a look of defeat.

After Mrs. Wells disappeared with a short scream, a strange silence lingered.

If Carol encountered the same situation, she would also have misunderstood. Her head was throbbing.

Louis tactfully crawled into the bed and voluntarily pulled the blanket over his head.

“…What are you doing?”

When Carol asked in a flustered voice, Louis muttered.

“I told you not to move under the blanket until I say so.”

“Now?”

“…”

“You saw it, didn’t you? I’ve already dressed.”

Carol dusted off the slightly wrinkled hem of her dress. Even at her words that he could come out now, Louis only slightly lowered the end of the blanket with his finger to reveal his eyes.

As if Carol wasn’t the only one who was really flustered earlier, his hair was disheveled.

“Aren’t you angry?”

“It was a reflexive reaction. I should have stopped it since I was near the door.”

“She really came in without a chance of being able to be stopped.”

Louis sat at the edge of the bed, stroked his dry face, and let out a laugh.

“Your hair is a mess.”

“Is it?”

Louis roughly combed his hair with his fingers. He could have looked in the mirror.

Carol clicked her tongue low and reached out to him.

“…I’ll do it.”

Louis flatly refused.

“Stay still. You’re making it worse.”

“Still.”

“Are you keeping your distance because we haven’t seen each other in a while?”

His good hair fell between her fingers. Louis forgot to breathe for a moment.

Inside the room where the two of them were alone, the suddenly shortened distance, the cold fingers touching his hair.

Was that all? When he met her gaze head-on, her pale, long neck was more than Louis could handle.

When he saw a few strands of soft brown hair touching her neck, he had to hold the leash of his hard-to-control impulse tightly.

“…That’s not it.”

“Kevin and Dylan say that we, who are now commoners, are too different from them, so it’s inevitable that we’re distancing ourselves.”

“That can’t be.”

Rather, it was the opposite. He didn’t want to distance himself, he wanted to get closer. That was the problem.

“Because the distance is also far.”

“You’re the one who says you don’t want to come up to the capital, Carol.”

When he rebuked her in a tender voice, Carol burst into laughter.

It was indeed a blessing that he had become a nobleman in the capital and learned how to control his emotions separately.

“It’s done.”

Carol stepped back a step, indicating that she had finished tidying up his hair.

Only then did Louis straighten his gaze.

“Have you been well?”

“We’re finally saying hello.”

Carol smiled faintly. They had met just a day ago, but it was funny that they were only now greeting each other.

It was only a day, but many things had happened in the meantime, making the night feel longer than usual.

Louis grabbed the tip of Carol’s finger.

“I missed you.”

Soon, Louis respectfully bowed his head and briefly kissed the back of her hand.

“Didn’t you get too engrossed in escorting the lady?”

Carol shrugged awkwardly at his cautious behavior of even holding a fingertip.

“Haha. No way.”

There was only one person who felt like his heart would not survive just by holding hands.

“Oh right. It takes a long time when I do it.”

Suddenly, Carol spun her body around. Louis blankly stared at her back, unable to understand the meaning of her sudden action. Soon, Carol flipped her hair forward.

“Sorry, but can you button up the back?”

The brown hair stuck to the back of her neck made her white skin stand out even more.

Damn it. She was really too much.

Louis squeezed out his last patience.

“Of course.”

But the most too much thing was that he had no choice but to respond cheerfully as if he had no ill will towards Carol.

‘Coward.’

Although they weren’t very close, the reason he decided to escort Margaret Chesworth, who was in a hurry to go to Cardiff, was because he was deeply moved by her initiative.

Everyone knew that the engagement between Edward Winternox and Margaret Chesworth was a political union.

But she was not like a noble full of formalities. She was faithful to love and sincere.

He promised to cut off the connection of being a friend with Carol until he arrived in Cardiff in response to her.

“By the way, how do we clear up the misunderstanding?”

She had gone through many changes while they were apart. Louis asked with a perhaps feeling.

“Why are you trying so hard to clear up the misunderstanding? Is it because…you have someone you like?”

At Louis’s teasing words, Carol glared at him.

“This is my workplace.”

And it was absolutely not a good thing to be involved in an unsightly scandal with a guest at the workplace.

It was a situation that anyone could misunderstand. She wanted to clear up the misunderstanding somehow.

But the problem was that there was a constraint that she couldn’t tell all the truth here.

“…I see.”

Louis sighed in relief. Carol finally smoothed out her clothes and calmly tied her hair back.

“What should I do? Honestly, I can’t even tell everything.”

“I have a good idea.”

“A good idea?”

“Yes.”

His eyes sparkled as if he had a very good idea.

“…What is it?”

Louis’s expression was so full of confidence that Carol couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“To make it not unfair, we do what that lady in her head thinks we would have done.”

Naturally, Louis’s opinion was dismissed.

****

‘It’s a disaster.’

Mrs. Wells intended to take the scene she saw in the evening to her grave.

It was not uncommon for servants in the Duke’s Mansion to have a mutual understanding, but witnessing that scene directly was another matter.

Moreover, neither of them were servants, one was the young master who came with Margaret Chesworth.

‘Miss Carol, I didn’t assume she was like that…’

From the first time she saw her, she thought she was a careful person who was good at hiding her emotions and understanding the situation.

The more they talked, the more she felt that her first impression was correct and she was proud of herself for being a good judge of character. She thought that the only thing she could feel from living a long life was the ability to read people.

She never thought that she would reveal a passionate desire to throw herself into the fire for love at her workplace.

What continued to bother her was not simply because her judgment was wrong.

The Duke was paying more attention to her than necessary.

“My head hurts…”

Mrs. Wells touched her head and desperately wished for a warm tea.

For now, she intended to stay quiet and not say anything.

She didn’t feel the need to keep her mouth shut because she thought she was the only one who knew.

Unfortunately, however, Mrs. Wells was not the only one who saw the two of them.

“My goodness. They say love sprouts even in barren places.”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, there’s a servant named Carol that night…”

The story that the two of them had gone into the same room overnight was already spreading far and wide.