<Episode 22>
When I glared at him with teary eyes, and Lord Solomon was frightened.
I love him, but I am angry at him for not understanding.
“Um, …… Chelsea?”
“I don’t know anything about Lord Solomon anymore.”
“What?”
Just then, the carriage stops.
I prodded Lord Solomon’s chest with both hands and stood up.
I shake my head and push away from him as he tries to reach out for me in a panic.
“Wait, Chelsea!”
“Don’t come!”
When I refuse, Lord Solomon’s face contorts painfully.
I was frightened, too.
When you look at me like that, it made my anger deflates.
I almost apologized, but I held back and shook my head.
“…… You shouldn’t go out there with that hair and those eyes.”
“??!”
When I told him in a weak voice, Lord Solomon seemed to have finally noticed the change in his color.
Just as I’m thinking about calling my entourage to come over, he takes my hand.
His grip on my wrist is weak, but when I turn to look at him, he has eyes that look as if he is clinging to me.
“Chelsea……”
“Solomon-sama ……”
My heart begins to pound again.
I took a step back, not against the forces that held me back.
Lord Solomon’s gaze swims a little hesitantly, then he looks up at me.
I can’t look away from his pleading, passionate eyes.
I waited patiently for the shapely lips to speak.
“Please, Chelsea.”
“…… Yes.”
” A handkerchief.”
“What……?”
“I need your handkerchief.”
“…………”
With a snap, the tears withdrew. The heartbeat quickly became a normal rhythm.
With half an eye, she stared at Lord Solomon and shook his hand away.
(At this situation, a handkerchief than me… ?!)
“I don’t know.”
“Ch- Chelsea ……?”
“I don’t know any more, so please feel free to do as much as you like by yourself”
After saying it down, she gets out of the carriage.
When she violently closed the door, the attendant who had been waiting outside at her with wide eyes.
“…… My lady?”
I think I hear a slight tremor in his voice as he asks, “How can I help you, lady? Is that how scary I look now?
“Solomon-sama is not feeling well, so please call for his aide.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Turning my back to them as they bow reverently, I walk quickly to the mansion.
I pretended not to notice the gazes of passing servants following my back as I fled to my room.
Without changing, I climbed onto the bed.
She dug her fingers into the heels of her shoes and roughly took them off.
The pumps rolled on the floor with a heavy thud.
“Solomon-sama’s you idiot!”
She lifted the pillow high above her head and swung it down onto the bed.
The pillow hit the bunk with a thud, and feathers that had fallen out of the fabric fluttered in the air.
“What’s with the handkerchief? You refuse me, but you have no use for the real me? Does that mean the real me is useless?”
The pillow is slammed into *boss boss* one after another.
The pillow that was taking all of my anger out on me has become pitifully distorted.
“It’s terrible that you’d rather have a handkerchief than me.”
I’m starting to feel ashamed of myself for saying this.
If you lose to a beautiful woman like Annabelle or Lana, what is it like to lose to your own handkerchief?
What kind of this situation? Although I do have a pretty good handkerchief with me today.
The white handkerchief given to me by the Duchess of Beardsley is a first-class item, decorated on all sides with tulle lace in the shape of rose ivy.
The materials and prices are different from what I used to use on a daily basis at my parent’s house.
“……Even there’s no way you really prefer a handkerchief than me…… right?”
I’m getting anxious.
I don’t want to believe that inorganic objects can defeat me.
But unlike me, the handkerchief would not do anything unnecessary.
At least, he would not do the deed of glaring at me, leaving me there, and then taking out my anger on pillow with a devilish look on his face.
“People will dislike a woman who isn’t cute like me…..”
I sniffed and buried my face in the pillow.
I was sad, pain, and wanted to disappear.
“…… Chelsea-chan.”
A hesitant call and a vibration that shakes my shoulders brings me consciousness to the surface.
When I opened my eyes thinly, the room was dark.
It seems that night had fallen before I knew it.
The light from the lantern on my bedside table faintly illuminates my surroundings.
“Chelsea, are you awake?”
“……!”
After a dozen seconds of silence, I finally realized who the voice was.
Their eyes meet, and the Duchess of Beardsley smiles softly.
“I’m sorry, I- I just fell asleep ………”
“It’s okay, dear. I’m not here to scold you.”
She was rude to Lord Solomon and left him alone.
And she fell asleep in bed with her dress and makeup all intact.
Including shoes left lying around, which is not what a lady do.
Duchess stops me as I try to apologize with a very pale face.
As if to appease me, a thin hand stroked my cheek.
“Solomon made you cry, right? I’ve heard a little about it.”
When she scrunches up my face, Duchess gives a wry smile and says, “Oh my, dear.”
She hugged me and patted me on the back like she would do to a child.
“Solomon seems to think that you are trying to make difficult decisions because he’s weak. Right?”
“Huh …….”
My voice choked up, so I expressed my intention by shaking my head.
“And then you said you hated him.”
I shake my head louder than before.
“I like …… Him so much…”
In a voice that is ridden with emotion and abrasive, I desperately pleads my case.
Then Duchess patted my head as if to say that she understood.
“I know that. If you think about it for a moment, you’ll realize that a modest girl like Chelsea would do something like that out of sympathy.”
“What a stupid child”
she mutters in a gentle voice.
“I don’t know why they are so sullen about it. I don’t understand why he’s being so sullen, when everything is going so well on both sides.”
“……?”
I don’t know what the words mean, but perhaps they are not meant for me to hear.
Duchess sputtered out, in a soliloquistic tone.
“I wonder if that’s how much he likes her. It must be the greatest joy for a woman to be so precious to her that he can’t lay hands on her, but I guess it’s just annoying for Chelsea.”
“Auntie?”
When I called out to her as if to ask her a question, I was met with a few seconds of silence.
Duchess, who had been deep in thought, looked up as if she had made up her mind to do something, saying, “Okay”.
She looked at me and smiled.
“Chelsea, would you like to go shopping with me tomorrow?”
“Huh?”
The sudden suggestion makes my eyes go black and white.
The day when Lord Solomon challenges to a duel is just around the corner.
I can’t be playing around while he’s busy with his training and taking care of his armor.
As if she had read my conflict, Duchess opens her mouth.
“Even a woman has to be armed to take on an important battle, don’t you know?”
“…… Armed?”
“Yes, let’s make that stupid son of mine even more fall in love with you than he already does.”
What does it mean?
Seeing me tilting my head, Duchess smiled seductively.
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