Chapter 49 – Stranger (2)
“…”
Isabella looked at the letter in her hand and then at the box on her desk. It was a pretty luxurious thing. It was a cuboid box painted black, with antique line patterns engraved on the rim of the box.
Isabella took her eyes off her box and turned her attention back to her letter. The beginning of the letter, written in neat cursive, was like this.
– To her beloved daughter Isabella.
Dear daughter. She snorted and crumpled up her letter. As Isabella crumpled her letter with sudden ferocity, she caught the eye of the hired man carrying her package.
Isabella looked at the maid in front of her eyes. She was a girl with red hair and light freckles, who was gradually coming out of her childhood. Seeing her freshness that she hadn’t yet abandoned, and her maid with a ladylike appearance at the same time, Shiana frowned at her for a moment.
I think I saw this guy somewhere.
Seeing Isabella’s frowning eyes, her girl trembled slightly. Was she even scared? Isabella immediately reflected on herself. When she saw a letter from someone she hated rather than die in an instant, she couldn’t control her emotions and she made this mistake.
“Excuse me.”
Isabella called her maid in her soft voice, and she hurriedly raised her head.
“Eh-, yes!”
A girl who squeaks and hurriedly refines her words. Her face was as red as her hair, and her eyes twitched restlessly. Only then Isabella remembered where she had seen this girl.
“… Ah. Long time no see?”
She didn’t have to show her her hard work. Because she’s already seen her real face a few times.
“The name… Was it Jennifer Robinson?”
The spoiled girl who dared to disturb her and her siana in her bath, and put her hand on my siana.
Isabella licked her upper lip lightly, recalling the scars on her Sianna’s wrists. It seemed that the fishy taste of blood from that day could still be felt on the tip of her tongue.
“Ah yes!”
For some reason, Jennifer’s face turned red. Isabella had no idea what caused the color to appear on her face. Does Jennifer not know what type of person he is imprinted on Isabella?
I felt bad. The excitement on that face and even the voice that seemed to be happy somewhere.
“Did you bring this letter and package?”
“Yes yes! That’s right- no, that’s right, ma’am.”
The sight of her hurriedly refining her words reminded me of Cianna of old. Before Isabella revealed her own lust, she was still very similar to her innocence, and she almost laughed for a moment, but Isabella managed to hold it back.
“Okay? Why?”
“…”
At her question, Jennifer bowed her head again. Isabella followed her in a cold voice, keeping her eyes on her red hair.
“It is Germaine’s job to deliver the letter to me. Have you not been educated on this part?”
“… Oh no.”
“But why?”
Despite her repeated questions, Jennifer didn’t say anything like a borrowed sack of barley. Is she nervous? Isabella said again, watching her neatly gathered fingertips wiggle.
“If I know very well that Germaine is not the kind of person to pass things on, and I am not uneducated, does that mean that Miss Jennifer has made a foolish and stupid mistake?”
Isabella got up from her chair and walked over to Jennifer. The sound of her own footsteps filled the silent room. The place where the sound of shoes stopped again was in front of Jennifer’s nose, and the closer she got, the more she felt a bit of satisfaction when she saw the girl who was tightly closing her eyes to avoid making eye contact with her.
This girl was still afraid,
Fear keeps secrets from being counted.
Isabella lowered her head slightly, lifting her fingers up the hair that covered Jennifer’s ear as she trembled. The sight of her girl, startled as she touched her hand, like her frightened pet, brought her satisfaction.
“You haven’t told anyone yet, have you?”
Isabella lowered her head slightly and whispered her softly in his ear. She felt her girl tremble as her low, airy voice passed her ears.
“Answer.”
When prompted, the girl hurriedly nodded her head. She lifted her reddened face slightly up to her ears, and she looked at Isabella’s face, unable to make eye contact with her, as she spoke in a crawling voice.
“Oh, talk to anyone… I didn’t.”
Isabella replied with a satisfied smile and a nod of her head.
“Good. If you’re worried about your family besides you, don’t talk about it in the future. Until you die and go to the grave.”
Isabella turned around, pointing to the door leading out of her room. A quiet sound for a moment, then the sound of receding footsteps.
Kiik-
“Really.”
Jennifer turned her doorknob and she heard her words stop. Isabella opened her mouth softly without even turning her head.
“Never, ever, ever make this mistake. At that time, it will not end with reprimands like today.”
There was silence for a while, and then the sound of a door opening and closing in a hurry was heard. If she understands the story, maybe she should answer at least. Isabella took her steps, thinking that the next time Jennifer made her mistake, she wouldn’t be able to hold back her anger.
“You can come out now.”
At Isabella’s words, she heard the rustling of her clothes from one side of the room out of her sight. Along with the sound of her purring, the sound of her treading on the carpet softly, unlike her shoes, echoed.
Isabella smiled contentedly as she waited for her doll to appear.
The first thing that came out was her white feet. Holding the hem of her dress with both hands, her naked feet, unlike her shoes, came into her field of vision first.
After that, I saw Sianna’s face, as if she was still awkward in this outfit, holding the hem of her dress with her hands and making a puzzled expression.
Thanks to the increased sun, enough light was pouring into her room, which made the already beautiful Sianna shine even more.
Well-combed, silky hair that looked silvery white rather than grayish white in the pouring light, and dense, long eyelashes. The skin that looks even paler and the bridge of the nose that draws a smooth line.
Isabella’s hand-made makeup on her face gave it a reddish blush.
The dress on her body was also different from what Sianna usually wears. Unlike before, when they had not given anything that could be called clothing except for the clothes worn by the servants, what Siana was wearing now was what a young lady would wear.
A pure white dress with little exposure, sleeves gently wrapped around the neck and arms. An olivine brooch matched the color of Isabella’s eyes hung on the cuff of the wrist at the end of the arm. There were frills at the ends of the legs of the dress, and the ribbon around the corset at the back of the waist swayed slightly whenever she moved.
Sianna’s current appearance looked blatantly like that of the bride, and Isabella was well aware of it.
“Come on.”
Looking at her beauty, which makes one feel ecstatic just by looking at her, Isabella gently opened her arms and called out.
Sianna’s eyes met Isabella’s. Perhaps because of her dress, her annoyed face looked like the nervousness of a bride facing a new phase of life.
If there’s anything else, it’s just the eyes.
Concerns about the new life that will follow, but unlike the bride, who should shine with invisible joy, excitement, and anticipation.
Resignation close to emotionless, eyes that do not even contain any emotion.
But that made Sianna’s beauty even more unrealistic and hazy.
Ciana slowly approached Isabella. The rustle of her clothes and the quiet footsteps lasted for a while, and then she stopped in front of Isabella.
She looked into Isabella’s face for a moment, then reached out and put her hands around Isabella’s neck. The warm body heat through the soft fabric felt on Isabella’s neck and collarbone. Isabella also wrapped her arms around Sianna’s waist, kissed her on her hair, and took a deep breath.
Still from Cianna, there was a body scent that made her feel better.
She calmly feels her body temperature, her heartbeat, and gently strokes her head with one hand. From her hair down the back of her neck to the back of her neck, I brush the tip of her collarbone with my index finger, enjoying the curve that goes down her back.
“It is pretty.”
Isabella spoke exactly how she felt. It was worth going to her father’s clothing store. Because she was able to bring her accessories to spice up her own toys.
Well, she didn’t expect to meet Lucia there.
Isabella, distracted for a moment, enjoyed the little bird in her hand. Even though she had already mixed her body once in her dressing room earlier, she had lust to covet Siana once more.
As soon as she returned home, she played with Shiana as a small doll, and after that she received letters and parcels, so she was still in her street clothes, but it didn’t matter now.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Her words loosened her arms, and she felt her own hands gently grasping her own. Isabella felt it was worthwhile to have been Siana’s assistant. There was a feeble defiance in the locker room earlier, but at least in the mansion, in her room, she didn’t even rebel.
No, she was sure, maybe she craved something more. Because when she’s tinged with pleasure, she can forget everything.
Sitting her Sianna at the bottom of her bed, Isabella sat astride her lap covered in her white dress. Because of her kneeling appearance, her Sianna’s face touched her chest.
Isabella took Cianna in her arms with one hand, her other hand reaching under her and unbuttoning her shoe. With a click, I felt the air touch the tips of her toes wrapped in stockings.
Fluff-
After all her preparations, Isabella shoved her Sianna down. The figure of Sianna, defenseless and lightly buried inside her bed, catches her eye. Her slightly disheveled dress, her hair naturally tousled as she hugged her for balance. And her two arms that were untied carelessly without wrapping around her body or resisting.
Isabella leaned over her and whispered in Ciana’s ear. Perhaps it was the stimulation of her naturally flowing hair and the sound of breathing in her ear, Shiana wiggled a little and drew in her breath.
“Smile, Siana.”
Dolls don’t make facial expressions that their owners might dislike.
“You are the prettiest when you smile.”
Saying that, Isabella met Shiana and her eyes. I could feel her expressionless eyes, but very little heat. Her face, as if waiting for the soon-to-be erogenous pleasure, was not the blush imitated by makeup, but something that began to stain her real face red.
And Siana smiled. She had a bright smile that I couldn’t even imagine anyone dared to ask.
Because I ordered
Isabella gently brushed her Sianna’s lips with the tip of her own. Not even a bird kiss, but a slight tickle.
He was thinking of slowly passing the saliva that had gathered in her mouth into Shiana’s mouth.
– Smart smart.
Isabella raised her head. Who the hell, why, keeps trying to interrupt his time? With a sigh, Isabella rose from the bed,
“Wait.”
Without even putting on her shoes, she went across her room and opened the door.
There stood the maid I had seen before, with her red hair and freckles, her face bowed down, and her hands wriggling at a loss.
Match-
Isabella slapped her on the cheek without batting an eye. Her slender head twitched and she turned to the left.
“… I would have told you to be prepared when I see you again.”
When I said it in a cold voice, her face slowly returned. Because of the strong blow to her, it immediately began to swell red, and a small stream of blood flowed from the tip of her lips.
But her eyes were different from what Isabella expected.
Jennifer didn’t have tears in his eyes, nor were they contorted with fear and pain.
“… Ah.”
Letting out a sound that might have been her little moan or exclamation, Jennifer slowly cupped her right hand on her cheek and looked up at her face.
And, it’s hard to believe that she’s the same person as the idiot I showed you earlier.
“… Lady Lucia said that she must see Lady Isabella.”
With a voice that does not waver, and eyes that are filled with strange heat.
“Should I decline?”
She didn’t avert her gaze.
See him?
Isabella hides a strange feeling of discomfort and tells her to call Lucia. Again, Jennifer shuts the door without saying hello to her, but Isabella is not upset.
Rather, she was a little intrigued.
A partner who will bring joy to her boring days when things don’t go the way she wants.
Could it be Jae?
Isabella thought for a moment. Until she heard an impatient knock on her door.
Putting her thoughts aside for a moment, Isabella gave her a pleasant smile as she yanked on the doorknob.
“Isabella-!”
A brown-haired cat burying her head on her chest, her arm around her waist, as if pretending to cry for a toy her child wants.
She muttered something and seemed to be expressing her sorrow, but Isabella had no intention of mingling with her bickering today.
Because the slapping she threw at Jennifer still hasn’t relieved her anger.
