One day, I woke up to find myself as the abandoned maid of the grand ducal household.
I mean, I’m not saying that I was slapped and thrown out as soon as I woke up today. Rather, I literally woke up and realized that I had transmigrated into a novel as the maid who gets abandoned.
Of course, as cliché as it might be, the problem here is that I’m not the female lead.
Not the female lead, not even a supporting villain, not even an extra – I woke up as ‘that’ abandoned maid who irresponsibly has an affair with the grand duke, gets pregnant, gets kicked out, and eventually gives birth on the roadside, only to be stabbed to death by an assassin hired by the grand duchess.
Given the circumstances, my ultimate goal in this otherworld is survival.
Staying alive is my one and only priority.
Always be wary of the grand duke, reconsider any nonsense.
Romance? What romance?
Pardon me, but I’m too busy trying to survive.
And yet… What is this situation now?
“Julie, if it’s alright with you, can you attend to me?”
Isn’t the butler supposed to do that?
“Maybe it’s because I’ve known you longer? I’m more comfortable with you, Julie.”
If it’s about knowing someone longer, you’ve known the butler longer than me though?
“If you’re not feeling well, do you want to rest?”
Where? Over there, on your bed?
“I wish you’d feel more comfortable around me.”
If I get any more comfortable, I’ll end up naked and rolling around on the bed, sir.
And so it begins.
A sensual romance between a maid trying to survive and a grand duke with insane flirting skills!
