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“Lord Solomon, your hair and your eyes.” “I guess so.”    Lord Solomon does not seem surprised, but affirms.  I was more surprised by his relaxed attitude.  Perhaps Lord Solomon noticed something about his change.    Otherwise, this tame behavior would be strange.  However, I was also beginning to think thinly that the theory that…

Why didn’t I think about it more deeply? There were any number of factors lying around that I could have noticed, but I ignored the small questions, and now I’m stuck with the results. “Chelsea, shhh…….” The face of the duchess, apologetic and sorry for being such a son, comes back to me. I wondered…

His eyes, as sharp as drawn blades, turned to me. “Dear brother, this is my friend Chelsea.” “Oh, you must be Count Reed’s daughter.” “Yes, my name is Chelsea Reed.” “I’m Lana’s brother, Glenn. I always taking care of my sister” His expression, which had been like a stone statue, relaxes a little. (Lana is…

This may be the first time in my life that I have received this much attention. If I didn’t let my thoughts fly in the direction of the day after tomorrow like that, I was going to pass out. Lord Solomon continues down the hallway with me in his arms. His imposing appearance is like…

“Good morning, Chelsea.” “Good morning…….” When I finished getting ready and left the room, for some reason, Lord Solomon was waiting for me. I was a little late getting up because I was nervous and couldn’t sleep, but how long had you been here? “You look lovely this morning.” With a sweet smile, he offered…

I was pushed away, and my parents did not hold me back. I guess I inherited my parents tendency to put off problems. They must have forgotten that I would be related to the Duke’s family if the matter was allowed to proceed unimpeded. Feeling like a calf being sold, I look out the window.…

At the urging of my parents, who had obtained a brief moment of peace by sacrificing their daughter, I was somehow obliged to show the Duke of Beardsley’s son to my family’s garden. I was a little angry, so I entrusted the bouquet of roses I was going to give to the maid of honor…

“I slept well……” The next morning. I came home crawling, and after a quick cleanse, I crawled into bed and slept like mud. The many events seemed to have exhausted me so much that I did not even dream. As my head and mood cleared, everything last night seemed like a dream or an illusion.…

“I want to explain my hair and eyes to you, my benefactor.” “No, thank you.” (Really, I’m done. I don’t really care about black hair or black eyes anymore. ……) How did the Duke of Beardsley’s son receive my unadulterated honest feelings? I really don’t need that kind of thing. “I am not your benefactor.…

The only son of the first duke, dark hair, dark eyes. I don’t know why or how, but there is only a hint of trouble. It occurred to me that if it was the daughter of a shabby countess who accidentally saw the figure she usually hides so perfectly, there was a possibility that she…