My Maid is Cute Chapter 65 : It's Not That I Mind (Patreon)

*It's Not That I Mind*

Leaving the dining hall, Rebecca quickly prepared the hot milk and headed to Wendy's room. As soon as she knocked on the door, a reply of "Come in" was heard, so she quietly opened it.

"Excuse me."

As she entered the room, Wendy, who appeared to have been reading a book on the sofa, looked up.

"I apologize, Milady. I'm late... It's the milk, right?"

"Yeah. Please."

Nodding at Wendy's words, Rebecca began pouring the hot milk into a cup.

Watching Rebecca's figure as she did this, Wendy closed her book. Then she spoke.

"How was work?"

Rebecca answered with a smile.

"...As I thought, it's difficult to work the same way as before. But everyone in the mansion is so kind and helpful... so I think I can manage."

"If anything happens, tell me immediately."

"Thank you very much."

Expressing her gratitude, Rebecca offered the hot milk with honey to Wendy.

"Here you are, sorry for the wait."

"Thanks."

Wendy accepted the cup happily.

For a while, Rebecca silently watched Wendy drink the warm milk little by little. Seemingly sensing her gaze, Wendy turned her face toward Rebecca.

"Becca? Is something wrong?"

Rebecca hesitated, but then opened her mouth.

"Um... there is something I want to ask you, Milady..."

"Oh, what is it?"

Wendy smiled and tilted her head.

I have to confirm if the engagement is true...

Rebecca opened her mouth to ask. However, not knowing how to phrase it, she immediately closed it again. While she fidgeted as if getting cold feet, Wendy watched her curiously and spoke again.

"Becca, what's wrong? What do you want to ask?"

Rebecca's gaze swam around, but finally, as if making up her mind, she opened her mouth.

"Um... Milady, about—"

It was then. The sound of a knock, knock-knock, was heard. Startled by it, Rebecca closed her mouth.

Wendy frowned and called out toward the door.

"What is it?"

A voice was heard immediately from outside the door.

"—Milady, it's me."

Rebecca's eyes widened in surprise. It was the butler, Reed's voice. Wendy let out a big sigh and called out to the door again.

"I'm busy right now. Come back later."

A calm voice returned immediately.

"My apologies, Milady. However, this is quite an urgent matter..."

Hearing that, Rebecca spoke to Wendy.

"Um, Milady, don't worry about me, please prioritize Mr. Reed. He seems to be in trouble."

"But..."

"We can talk another time."

When Rebecca smiled, Wendy hesitated, but then,

"—Sorry."

Saying that, she approached the door.

When Wendy opened the door, Reed, dressed in his black butler's uniform, was standing there. Reed immediately started to say something to Wendy, but upon spotting Rebecca inside the room, he abruptly shut his mouth.

"What?"

Wendy spoke to Reed, sounding displeased. Reed answered, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"I apologize for the late hour, Milady. I have something to discuss—"

Reed glanced toward Rebecca with a face that suggested it was difficult to speak. Seeing this, Rebecca hurriedly stood up.

"Milady, I'll be heading back for today."

Wendy looked back and forth between Rebecca and Reed as if torn. Then, she sighed and nodded, though she looked dissatisfied.

"Sorry, Becca."

"Not at all. Well then, excuse me."

She bowed lightly to Wendy. Nodding to Reed as well, Rebecca left the room. Reed entered the room as if switching places with her, and the door closed.

Standing in the dark hallway, Rebecca stared silently at the firmly closed door. Then, she tilted her head.

What did Mr. Reed come here to do...?

Come to think of it, Reed was Christopher's personal butler. What business would he have with Wendy?

Rebecca hesitated a little, but softly pressed her ear against the door. She could hear Wendy and Reed's quiet voices.

"Milady, regarding this... they would like to ask..."

"Why now... that's... impossible..."

"I apologize, Milady. However..."

"I don't want to. For a while... I... why... hasn't it been conveyed to them?"

"...However, the other party... insists... they said..."

"Why didn't you say so sooner... in that case... next time, no more..."

"I understand that... however... many are... seem to be waiting... from our side as well... regarding the deadline..."

The muffled voices were heard in fragments. It seemed difficult to catch everything because the voices were too low. Rebecca slowly pulled away from the door as if giving up. Then, she quietly returned to her own room.

***

The next day, after finishing the morning kitchen work, Rebecca headed to Wendy's room with Jeanne to clean.

When she knocked on the door as usual, a reply came immediately.

"...Come in."

"Excuse us."

Rebecca opened the door to the room. And then her eyes widened.

Wendy was sitting on the sofa. Her complexion was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She looked considerably haggard. Even so, when her eyes met Rebecca's, she smiled happily.

"Becca, good morning."

"G-Good morning. Milady... are you feeling unwell?"

"...No. Just... I couldn't sleep."

Hearing that, Jeanne spoke to Wendy in a calm voice.

"Then, would you like to rest a little? We will do the cleaning later..."

"..."

At Jeanne's words, Wendy closed her eyes silently and held her head. Eventually, she nodded slightly.

"...Right. I'll do that..."

"In that case, please call if you need anything."

Jeanne bowed deeply. Rebecca also hurriedly bowed, and the two left the room together.

After stepping out into the hallway, Rebecca stared at the door worriedly and spoke.

"Is Milady... going to be okay?"

To those words, Jeanne answered smoothly.

"There's no need to worry."

When Rebecca looked at Jeanne suspiciously, Jeanne shrugged.

"—Milady sometimes can't sleep, and there are days when she isn't feeling well like that. She has told us that when that happens, she wants to be left alone as much as possible so as not to be disturbed..."

Even so, when Rebecca glanced anxiously at the door, Jeanne smiled wryly and added.

"If she needs something, she'll ring the bell. So, I think she'll be fine. let's move on to other work for today."

At Jeanne's words, Rebecca nodded slightly.

***

Having left Wendy's room, Rebecca, along with Jeanne and other maids, went to work in the kitchen, washing dishes and assisting the cooks. After finishing the water-related tasks, she called out to Jeanne, who was preparing vegetables.

"Jeanne, I'll help you."

However, Jeanne shook her head.

"I'm almost done here, so..."

At that moment, a cook called out.

"In that case, Rebecca, sorry, but could you go to the warehouse and fetch some new kitchen cloths?"

"Ah, yes!"

Rebecca answered loudly. Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, Jeanne stopped peeling vegetables in a fluster and called out.

"Rebecca-san, I'll go too!"

"Eh? No, it's fine. I'm just going to the warehouse. Jeanne, focus on that."

Declining the offer, she headed briskly to the warehouse.

***

She stepped into the dark warehouse.

"Um, where are they..."

Looking around for the cloths, she eventually found a box that seemed to contain them, but...

"Ah..."

It was on a high shelf, causing Rebecca to slump her shoulders in disappointment. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't reach it with her height.

"Um, what should I do..."

She couldn't find any step stools or chairs around. Just as she was pondering whether to ask another servant or look for a step stool, it happened.

She heard the sound of someone entering the warehouse. Rebecca flinched instinctively and turned toward the entrance. And then,

"...Eh?"

She let out a blank voice. It was Christopher's wife, Lisette, who had entered the warehouse. Lisette also opened her eyes wide as if surprised to see Rebecca.

"Oh my."

Lisette smiled sweetly right away.

"Good afternoon, Rebecca-san."

Rebecca hurriedly bowed her head.

"L-Lady Lisette, why are you here?"

Lisette replied looking a little troubled.

"Yes, just... looking for something."

Lisette tilted her head lightly and added.

"Are you working, Rebecca-san?"

"Ah, yes. I was just asked to come get some cloths..."

When Rebecca mumbled this, Lisette glanced at the shelf.

"...Could it be that you can't reach them?"

At Lisette's quick perception, Rebecca smiled wryly.

"Actually, yes. It's difficult with this height... I was just thinking of getting a step stool."

"Shall I get it for you?"

"Eh!? No, no! You can't do that, absolutely not!!"

She couldn't let a countess do such a thing. Rebecca hurriedly shook her head.

Lisette made a thoughtful face. And then,

"In that case..."

Saying that, she approached. Before Rebecca could react, Lisette reached out towards Rebecca's abdomen. And then,

"Heh?"

With a whoosh, she picked Rebecca up.

"Here, you can reach it like this, right?"

"Eh? Hah? L-Lady Lisette!"

While Rebecca was flustered by the sudden event, Lisette chuckled and spoke.

"Come on, Rebecca-san. Hurry and take it."

"Ah, y-yes!!"

Urged by Lisette, Rebecca reached out to the shelf while still shaken and took the box. Confirming this, Lisette immediately lowered Rebecca's body to the floor.

Bewildered by the all-too-sudden event, Rebecca looked back and forth between Lisette and the box. Even though she was small, Rebecca had some weight to her. Leaving Rieserago aside, she never expected to be picked up by an elegant noblewoman like Lisette. She's surprisingly strong, Rebecca thought, when Lisette spoke up fidgeting.

"U-Um..."

"Yes?"

"I, I... have something to talk to you about, Rebecca-san..."

"Eh? A talk?"

When Rebecca asked back in confusion, Lisette nodded slightly.

"If it's alright with you... could we talk slowly over tea? I'll adjust to a time convenient for you..."

Seeing Lisette acting so apologetically, Rebecca felt puzzled but answered,

"U-Um... understood."

Lisette smiled as if relieved.

"Good. Then regarding the schedule..."

At that moment, a voice was heard at the entrance of the warehouse.

"Madam! Are you here?"

When Rebecca and Lisette turned their faces, a maid came rushing in noisily. Lisette laughed and spoke.

"I'm sorry. I was looking for some tools..."

The maid replied in a panic.

"I'll look for them then! The Master is calling for you."

"Oh my. Then, I must go."

Lisette smiled wryly, then spoke apologetically to Rebecca.

"I'm sorry. I'll speak to you again later."

"Ah... yes!"

When Rebecca nodded, Lisette left the warehouse with the maid.

***

Box of cloths in hand, Rebecca returned to the kitchen. Asked by the cook, she wiped dishes while lost in thought.

"...What could Lady Lisette's talk be about?"

She tried to think, but nothing came to mind. It would be her first time speaking properly with Lisette. Just as she thought she might get nervous, Carrie entered the kitchen and called out to her.

"Rebecca, are you done there?"

Rebecca placed the clean dish down and nodded.

"Yes... is there anything else?"

"Then, let's clean the hallway together. We're short on hands."

"Yes!"

Rebecca answered loudly. She left the kitchen with Carrie to do the cleaning. While walking, she spoke to Carrie.

"It's busy, isn't it..."

"Better than the old days, right?"

Recalling the old days when they were constantly understaffed, Rebecca smiled wryly.

After that, she worked busily, cooperating with Carrie and the other maids.

***

Late that night, Rebecca returned to her private room after finishing work. Just as she was about to change, the bell rang, and Rebecca smiled wryly.

As usual, she prepared the milk and headed to Wendy's room.

When she knocked on the door, immediately,

"Yes."

A reply was heard.

"Excuse me."

When Rebecca opened the door, Wendy was sitting on the sofa as usual. Her complexion seemed better than in the morning, but she had a somewhat weary expression. Rebecca stepped into the room and spoke.

"Milady... are you alright?"

"...Yeah."

Wendy nodded while holding her head.

"I'll prepare the milk right away."

When Rebecca said that, Wendy shook her head.

"...No, I don't need milk."

"Eh, are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll pass for today."

Wendy answered and beckoned her over.

"Becca... come here a sec."

"...? Yes."

While tilting her head, she approached Wendy as told.

"Put that here."

"Ah, yes."

Being told so, Rebecca hurriedly placed the milk jar and cup on the table. Immediately, Wendy's hand touched Rebecca.

"Becca... sit here."

Wendy pulled Rebecca's hand as if guiding her. Rebecca hesitated but sat down on the sofa.

"Um, Milady—"

Just as she was about to speak, Wendy moved her body. She hugged Rebecca from behind.

"Wah, Milady?"

"Sorry. Just, let me stay like this for a while..."

Wendy closed her eyes and pressed her face into Rebecca's shoulder. Then she inhaled sharply.

"Wah."

Rebecca let out a small voice involuntarily. Without minding Rebecca, Wendy kept her face buried in her shoulder, taking deep breaths repeatedly. Rebecca froze in Wendy's arms, not knowing what to do.

Wendy continued to hug Rebecca silently for a while. After some time passed, Wendy finally spoke in a whisper.

"—Haaaaah... it really is healing..."

Hearing those words, Rebecca moved her hand gently and stroked Wendy's arm.

"Milady... are you tired?"

"Hmm... just a little bit... But I got some energy back after squeezing Becca."

Wendy squirmed. Just as Rebecca moved her face to see Wendy's face...

Something soft touched her temple.

"...Eh."

Rebecca blinked, not understanding what had happened.

A moment later, she realized that Wendy had kissed her temple. Rebecca's face turned bright red, and her mouth fell open blankly.

Seeing Rebecca like that, Wendy giggled.

"You're cute, Becca."

Rebecca finally came to her senses and hurriedly jumped off the sofa.

"W-What are you doing!?"

"Oh my, was that no good?"

"I-It's not that it's no good, but..."

"It's fine, isn't it? Just this much."

"Just this much..."

While Rebecca stood stunned, holding her temple with her hand, Wendy let out a small breath. Then, she asked with an anxious expression.

"...Sorry, did you mind?"

"Eh."

Questioned, Rebecca was at a loss for words for a moment. Then, she mumbled.

"It's not that I minded..."

She didn't mind. She was just surprised by the sudden kiss. There was no discomfort or disgust. In fact, in the past, she was often kissed on the cheek or forehead by a young Wendy like this. So, it wasn't the first time.

But being kissed after so long made her heart feel like it jumped. While shaken, Rebecca added more words.

"I didn't... mind. I was just surprised..."

At Rebecca's words, Wendy smiled as if relieved.

"...Sorry. Calling you out so late at night."

"Ah, no. —Are you really sure about the milk?"

"Yeah. Thanks. I'll rest soon."

Wendy stood up. Then she spoke teasingly.

"Sleeping together?"

"No, that is—forbidden."

"That's a shame."

Wendy made a truly disappointed face. Rebecca bowed lightly to Wendy with a troubled expression.

"Well then, I will take my leave now. Goodnight."

"Yeah, 'night."

Exchanging greetings, she left Wendy's room.

Leaving the room, Rebecca walked briskly back to her private room. Upon reaching the room, she immediately went inside and closed the door. As soon as the door closed, Rebecca sat down on the spot. She held the temple Wendy had kissed with one hand. And placed the other hand on her own chest.

'Becca'

Wendy's voice echoed in her brain. She felt her face heating up again.

'Becca'

'You're cute, Becca'

She was attacked by a sensation as if her heart was trembling. It was hard to breathe, and she felt like she would shiver.

—It's not that I minded.

—It's not that I minded.

—Not at all, I didn't mind, rather...

Rebecca stood up unsteadily and slowly approached her bed. Then, she dove onto the bed as if collapsing.

Turning onto her back, she slowly closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander.

—Rather...

—I wanted her to do it more.