I Became My Unfortunate Female Lead

THE NEXT DAY

As soon as she put on her coat, her face immediately scowled. From her window, she saw a familiar car at the front gate.

Athasia just finished breakfast and is now ready to go to school. She went to her room real quick to pick up her bag and put on her coat. However, as soon as she shifted her gaze on the window, she caught this black car in front of their gate.

That car was very familiar. It was the one who drove her home this last weekend. Today is Monday, and she needed to go to school early.

Benson knocked on the door, "Young Miss? The Young Master of Svestin is here to pick you up," he said.

The door opened, and Athasia made her way to the hallways down the stairs. Mumbling as to why Max needs to do things like this. It's true that she agreed to his proposal to go along with him to stop his father from pursuing his future engagements.

'Shouldn't you be treating your princess better?'

Athasia suddenly recalled what she said to him this weekend before hopping out of his car. Don't tell me, Max really put some actions on her words?

Behind her, Benson was smiling internally despite having a plain expression. He was like a proud uncle witnessing his child bloom. The Young Miss was a lively child when she was young. The Young Master of Svestin was always playing with her,but as soon as the two grew up, they changed a lot.

Seeing their bond getting back together now, Benson has nothing in his mind but their happiness.

"Aren't you overreacting with that smile, Mister Benson?" Rosalie, the maid who had just finished cleaning the front area, stood beside the man. Both of them watched the Young lady.

Even Benson didn't know why she's always appearing in times like this just to put a verdict on his expression. "Miss Rosalie, I didn't know that you were there," he said.

The maid, in her 30s, smiled. "I just finished cleaning the front yard and happened to see the Young Miss walking outside with you," she tucked her hair in her ears.

Rosalie was the second head maid of the house; it was her duty to keep everything organized. She was also a little close to Benson. Both of them almost watched Athasia grow and cherished her.

Benson was already 35 and yet, he couldn't help but feel happy for the youngers. "It's been so long since I saw the Young Miss talk to the Young Master," he stated.

Rosalie elbowed him and chuckled, "And it's also ages since I saw you with that smile," she nodded and walked inside.

Meanwhile, as soon as Athasia reached the car, the driver standing near it opened the door for her. "Good morning, Young Miss, the young master wished to accompany you to school."

The young lady nodded and stepped in. The first thing she saw was Max's scowling face so early in the morning.

"Good morning young master, thank you for fetching me today" Athasia teased.

Max turned to the window, and the ride went on. "Good morning," he said indifferently. "Who gave you permission to call me young master? Do you want to be my pawn now?"

Feeling the serious temper in his voice, Athasia was ready to mock him. "If you are going to compare me to a chess piece then I will claim myself as the queen."she said.

"Such bold proclamation," Max flipped the book he was reading.

Athasia noticed it that she got interested. The young man was focused, as if reviewing something.

"You like school that much. Your brain will turn to crisp," she said, scooting over to get a look at the book Max was reading.

The young man immediately closed the book and stared at Athasia with cold eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Oh?" The Young Miss tilts her head up. "I want to know what kind of book you are reading," she said, not even minding the inches between their faces.

The car passed by where the rays of the morning sun were going. It illuminated through the tinted car window, showering Max's face. It touched the side of his head and his soft hair dandled beside his ear.

"Go back to your seat." The side of his face was handsome, despite giving a cold tone.

Athasia moved back to her seat. "Young Master, you are so stingy," she said it loud with a bit of a childish attitude. Calling him Young Master on purpose to tease.

Max didn't budge. He's used to people calling him stingy, cold and unbelievable temperament. For him, if it's not necessary, he will not put an effort into it. Those were what his father taught him, inside or outside the business world.

"Keep quiet. I'm reviewing for my presentation later," he said, opening the book again to the page where he left.

The side of his blue eyes caught Athasia's body. He was in his seatbelt and this young lady over here was careless and forgot to put hers.

Athasia pulled her bag. "Yes, the presentation..I might as well review here—" she stopped when the young man leaned closer to her.

Closer that she almost smelled his fragrant perfume. Max grabbed the belt from her right and said, "Don't ride my car if you don't know how to put your seatbelt," he locked it.

However, when Max was about to pull back, the car jogged and he unconsciously slammed his palm beside Athasia's head.

His driver immediately slid the small private door separating them. "Young Master! Young Miss! I'm very sorry, there was a cat on the–" he trembled more after seeing their position as if he interrupted something.

The Young Master turned to him. "Can you be more careful?" he sternly said.

His driver felt the shivers and apologized for the last time before turning back to the road. He gulped and already felt those daggers from his young master. He told himself that it's not his fault but the cat who crossed the road.

Max retracted his hands and caught Athasia looking at him while grinning. He raised his one brow. "What?"

Athasia's lips curved into a smirk.. "Young Master, you have such cute ears," she said.