Chapter 76 – Confinement (3)
Since he came, he thought something would change, but not much.
Considering the fact that he also sympathized with her, it was a natural result.
In fact, if you think about it, the order was the wrong premise.
She wouldn’t be doing this now if it wasn’t for his consent.
A young lady from a prestigious family is crazy in love and imprisoned a person?
It was clear that he would be bitten by his political opponents.
Considering his personality, all of this must be assuming it won’t be a problem.
How can you be so confident when you’re imprisoned?
In fact, I don’t even know how I’m being so confident.
Is it self-abandonment?
Or am I just going crazy at some point and living with my head stiffly facing the obvious Gab?
Is it correct to say that I live?
It was just breeding, nothing more, nothing less.
Perhaps both of those things were occupying most of my head right now.
All that was left was time and all I could do was think, so I used to think about it once in a while.
If it’s just me
If only I had a little patience.
Does deceiving yourself make everyone happy?
If you just accept that love with a lie and promise a future with a smile, it might be comfortable right now.
But what if she knew that her whispers of love were lies?
It was something I might miss and live a life of regret.
So I made a choice.
Anyway, she can’t harm me.
If it was a life she couldn’t get out of anyway, she had to take the initiative as much as possible.
So, won’t there be an opportunity later that you don’t know about?
But the moment she goes too far, she doesn’t know what to do with me.
Because I know that love without reason can be so scary.
I was on the line.
If he falls, he walks a tightrope that no one named Edward Weiss will ever be in this world.
“Fuck…”
A sound that shouldn’t come out in such a heavy situation came out of my mouth.
But couldn’t stop it.
Well… It was a situation where I couldn’t help but laugh.
What’s so funny?
I found myself laughing right now, the current situation was funny, and my future was funny.
I laughed at myself, entangled in a terrible love
Because of that love, my life, where I live each day without being tied up, was funny.
My future to be recognized as a husband to others was laughable.
There was no longer a man named Edward Weiss anywhere.
Only someone who will be remembered as something of someone is left.
It was even weirder to hold back laughter.
It was soundproofed anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about spilling out even if I laughed like a madman.
At some point, it was clear that I too was going mad.
When I look at myself, choosing with one emotion, a choice I would never have made in the past.
The door is open.
It was time to get on the tighter line.
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Lately, Seria has been enjoying all the happiness of her life.
The fact that I could spend an entire day, month, or year by his side was more addictive than any drug and sweeter than any other.
When she started living in the same house as him, her emotions were running high.
At the time, she was really upset.
That she could do everything well and lose him because of her mistake.
Driven away, she even prayed at the time.
I didn’t believe in a particular religion or anything, but it was a disprove that it could be so if people flocked to that extent.
No matter what kind of ugliness you show, the past is the past.
She was living with great happiness in her current situation.
She’s been doing everything since he came here, but she didn’t find it particularly difficult.
Of course it had to be, and if she didn’t, who would?
Of course, that was the biggest reason, but there were other reasons as well.
She needed to shut off the variable.
Originally, she was the one she wasn’t going to go to that extent with, but her recent events made her think about it.
This is because an avalanche occurred where one of the members of her household, to which she belonged, told him what she had been doing.
Of course, the informant didn’t know everything perfectly, but it caused him to leave for a while to the West to face his past.
She couldn’t do that, but at the same time she felt compelled to use her position a little.
The result was what was happening on the third floor of the Fellowes Mansion.
She didn’t want to do this, but she seemed to have done something he shouldn’t have done to him, but she couldn’t help it.
She was the one who was making her own meal to bring to him.
When she first started this job, everyone who worked in this place expressed embarrassment and discomfort, but
Time is short, she said. Soon she didn’t care if she was here.
Today’s lunch was a dish with soup.
The vegetables were cut and the ingredients were swept into the broth.
You don’t know how trembling she was when she first took her knife.
She had been cut by a knife once, and if she thought that apart from being sick, she was a woman who couldn’t even cook, she was the one who felt more strongly about what she would do.
After going through such trials and errors, she was able to cook most of her dishes without difficulty.
The chefs who worked in this house said it was okay, so the taste itself was guaranteed.
After the big deal, she looked around.
No one had asked to leave her seat, but in case she didn’t know, she looked around her once more.
She must have gone to work, and the only sound coming from the kitchen was the bubbling sound of soup.
After turning off her lights, she pulled something out of her arms.
It was such a small powder that a stranger could mistake it for salt or sugar, but it was a completely different kind of powder.
She called the white powder special powder.
Her desire to serve delicious food as much as possible.
She immediately opened her stopper and began pouring in her finished food.
Three times with a moderate wrist snap.
It was the amount she determined.
No matter what kind of food you put it in, there was no need to process it because it gave off a natural scent.
She was the one scooping some of the broth and sniffing her.
It was perfect.
She took the cutlery and put it on the tray.
Even today, she was the one who thought he wanted him to eat deliciously.
She hadn’t gotten along very well with him lately, but she was the one who ate without saying much about meals.
It would have been very sad if I had refused even to eat.
It seemed that time was up.
It was time to go to work every day.
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It wasn’t always a comfortable place to eat, but I was the one with the theory that a meal table between acquaintances should be comfortable.
However, it was a meal every time, but it was a meal that was uncomfortable at first.
If a person is eating and you are watching until the end of the meal, everyone will be uncomfortable.
I didn’t really talk to her, I just stared at her, what should I say?
However, I was accustomed to it because people are animals of adaptation.
The thing that changed the most in this life was my mealtime.
In the past, nothing was as irregular as my meal times, but now it was the exact opposite.
It was a difficult change to adapt to.
The door opened and a familiar figure came carrying something.
She was always bringing meals at the same time as if this was mealtime.
At first, I wondered if this was a kind of taming, but as I gave meaning to everything, I thought I would go crazy and give up everything, so I decided to stop thinking about it.
However, apart from thoughts, the body seems to have adapted to the repeated phenomenon.
Maybe I’m used to it, I always felt empty at this hour.
That’s why I was expecting her to bring her meal sooner or later if I was hungry.
She was the one who opened the desk and put her meal on it.
Every time like this, I felt like a patient, but what can I do?
For once, you have to live.
He took the spoon and drank the soup.
It should be said that it has become a kind of habit. At first, I did it because I wanted to mix something, but it became a habit before I knew it.
The taste was surprisingly okay, so I was eating it without any charge.
Should I say it’s a taste that I keep looking for?
I didn’t know she was good at cooking, but she ate and she was pretty good.
At first, I was a little hesitant, but as I continued, I could see that it was gradually improving.
Continued eating.
It was a meal full of silence, but no one opened their mouth.
As if it were an unspoken promise.
The only thing that moved was my mouth and spoon, and I couldn’t hear any other sounds.
The silence was broken after I heard the sound of putting my spoon down.
She opened her mouth
“Let’s talk.”
