“Chelsea, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
My son’s pitiful voice echoes down the hallway.
He had been like this since the morning in front of Chelsea’s room. He is shriveled up and pleading like a dog that has been locked out because he has offended his master.
“I’ll apologize as many times as I have to. Please, let me see your face.”
I hear an auditory hallucination of squealing, squeaking, crunching, and scratching at the door.
I watched the scene from afar and let out a sigh and slumped my shoulders.
(When did my son become a puppy ……?)
Even though he is my son, I think Solomon has grown up to be quite a beautiful boy.
There is probably not a person in this country who does not know the name Solomon Beardsley. He is that good in both looks and ability.
As the heir to the first duke’s family, I was proud of the way he behaved himself as a parent.
The only thing that was a little bit of a problem for me was that he never tried to choose a mate, but he has a deep-seated problem with that girl.
I know you are afraid to entrust your hearts to someone else, so I can’t force you to do so.
I hoped to find a trustworthy partner someday, even if love and romance were not possible.
I was happy to hear that my son had found a girl he liked.
What’s more, the son’s partner is from that Reed family.
The Count of Reed is not a prominent family.
They are rather reserved people who are not like to attracting attention and prefer to quietly support someone behind the scenes.
Still, they are famous among high-ranking aristocrats, probably because people of the Reed family have the power to settle disputes.
It is said to bridge the gap between opposing factions, neither favoring either side nor neglecting either, and will resolve the issue peacefully.
Even when my husband was the second prince, he was in conflict with his brother, the crown prince.
The young princes had been led to antagonize each other by their respective backers. It seems that the current head of the Reed family was the one who cleared up the misunderstanding and reconciled them.
And Chelsea’s friends, the Marquis’s daughter Annabelle Alcott and the Count’s daughter Lana Kimberly, also used to be on bad terms with each other.
Lady Annabelle was an intelligent and beautiful woman who was favored by many of the daughters of the same sex. Lady Lana, on the other hand, was lovely and dainty looking and surrounded by young men.
Different kinds of beauty, different nature of cronies. Because both were attracting so much attention, the cronies began to compete with each other, and things had become irrevocably nasty.
Chelsea somehow slipped in between Miss Annabelle and Miss Lana.
What was going on?
Mistress Annabelle and Mistress Lana’s cronies were disbanded and a trio of good friends was formed.
It was so natural that it even seemed as if they had been childhood friends. Now they are enjoying their lives as ordinary daughters without any bickering. Right next to Chelsea.
The rare talents possessed by the Reed Counts would only be truly appreciated in the castle of the king, a place of ambush.
Unfortunately, however, things did not go so well.
The Reed family is a flower that prefers to bloom in the shade. If you force them to be dragged out into the sun, they will die.
Knowing this, His Majesty the King gave up on installing Count Reed in his entourage.
The Reed family is loved by the high nobility, but they are always on the run.
I was impressed that Solomon had managed to win the heart of the young lady, but it was only for a moment.
When I saw Chelsea, who came to our home with a complicated face, I knew I was mistaken.
He hasn’t won her heart at all. It’s just a one-sided love for my son.
The looks and abilities that he boasted of were as meaningless against Chelsea-chan.
Many young ladies like to be treated like princesses, but the more Solomon treats Chelsea like that, the more her eyes became dead.
Offering the royal rose is not only pointless, it is counterproductive.
Gold coins and expensive flowers will not move the people of the Reed family.
High status and glamorous good looks are also a hindrance, to be honest. If they were caught up in such things, the Reeds would have been royal blood long ago.
Rather, it is only once you have let go of everything that you can finally start your journey.
The younger brother of the Duke of Beardsley two generations ago also left the Dukedom, was adopted by a branch of the Viscount family, and somehow managed to marry the daughter of the Reed family.
He was so thorough that he even transformed his radiant beauty into an unfashionable appearance. Perhaps because of this, he said that even after he handed over the position of head of the Viscount family to his son, they continued to live happily together.
(On the other hand, I don’t want our son to give up his knighthood. Chelsea, I hope you’ll bond with my son.)
The dressed up Solomon doesn’t seem to resonate a shred, but the loose-faced, pathetic Solomon seems to have a slight chance …… of being possible.
But then I thought, that’s impossible.
Chelsea-chan would not come out of her room. She has offended the mild-mannered girl, so there is no possibility of anything happening.
I was dimly aware that Chelsea-chan would have been mistaken about the way Solomon was dissipating his magic.
But I didn’t correct it because I didn’t think it was a story I dared to tell the innocent Chelsea. The ill effects of that apparently occurred last night.
I feel part of the responsibility.
“Solomon, enough!”
I call out to Solomon, who is stuck at the door forever.
A defiant look was given, but before he could open his mouth, I continued speaking.
“With you in there, Chelsea won’t be able to come out of her room anytime soon.”
“……”
Stumped for words, Solomon turns his head down.
“The servants are in trouble, so eat your breakfast quickly. Then, get ready to greet the royal mage, who will be here in the morning. Is that okay?”
“……Yes.”
He nodded his head in disapproval.
He’s not cute. You act like a cute little boy when you sulk with Chelsea.
I shooed him away with my hand, and Solomon walked down the stairs with a slow, sluggish gait.
After seeing him off, I gently knock on the door of Chelsea-chan’s room.
“Chelsea, can you hear me?”
I heard a panicked sound inside, so I continued, “You don’t have to open it.”
“I will have the maids bring you breakfast, so you can eat it in your room. If you want to use the hot water or go out in the garden for a moment, just ask one of the servants and they will show you the pathway where you will not see Solomon.”
To avoid misleading them, try to speak to her in a gentle voice.
Then the door slowly opened.
Through the narrow gap, I can see Chelsea, with a sheet over her head.
She looked like a pretty ghost, but she had a pitifully red face and was in tears.
“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry for causing you trouble……. Besides, I’m dressed like this.”
A pearl-like tear slips down.
Seeing this, I reflexively reached out my hand. I hugged Chelsea, sheet by sheet.
“I’m the one who should apologize! My stupid son, I’m so sorry.”
What a thing for that girl to do to Chelsea, who is a rare pure-hearted girl nowadays.
Even though I’m not imitating the behavior of a rude person, I feel that in some ways it is even worse, like covering up a novice daughter and showing her how to masturbate.
I said, “You have every right to be angry. If it makes you feel better, I could punch him once or twice, you know?”
“No, no. I’m not angry. I’m not angry.”
Chelsea-chan shook her head impatiently.
“I just feel ashamed of myself. ……”
Chelsea-chan muttered in a voice that sounded like it was about to disappear, and her gaze dropped lower and lower.
She covered her face with her hands, and even her ears are red.
My heart was crushed with guilt.
What a thing to show such a dainty and lovely girl, really.
(I mean, by the looks of it, I guess she figured out how to use the handkerchief ……)
A man who repeatedly masturbates with her own handkerchief at night …… or day and night.
No matter how good looking he is, it won’t work. Or rather, it’s no good because he has a good look.
Chelsea, you are more like a normal girl.
A sincere girl who is not clingy, not troublesome, and not indifferent, but caring and sincere. Just like her father, Count Reed.
(Come to think of it, those who marry into or are groomed by the Reed family are all mild-mannered, solid people.)
They are not related by blood, but strangely enough, they are all similar couples.
I am sure that Chelsea would have been the same way if Solomon had not been sidetracked. I can easily imagine them living a peaceful married life like your parents.
“…… Chelsea-chan. You did nothing wrong.”
As Solomon’s mother, I hopes her son’s love will come true.
And I would be very happy if Chelsea came to me as a bride.
But after living with her, even for a short time, and beginning to think of Chelsea as my own child, I also want to let her go.
“If Solomon becomes too much for you physiologically, let me know. I promise I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”
Chelsea’s moist eyes widen.
After a few crackling blinks, she lowered her eyebrows. Her cheeks were colored red and her troubled face was glazed over.
“I’m just surprised, I don’t feel ……, you know, uncomfortable or anything.”
“Really? I was drawn to it too, so you can be honest with me, okay?”
When I asked her seriously, Chelsea rolled her eyes again.
Next, she breaks into a giggle. The sound of her laughter is pleasant to the ear, as if a bell is rolling around with a giggle.
I see that smile and think.
I still thought it was too good for my son.
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