Sylvester is sitting in a carriage waiting for Ophelia. He doesnât feel good. The reason is clear this time. Itâs because of the Emperor.
âIf I had known she would be such a cute woman, I would have put you with Callian.â
What are you putting on?
âIf you have any thoughts now, please tell me.â
What are you talking about!
âI think my children like you, too.â
I donât like it! I donât want to!
âWhooââ
Sylvester, who had been asking and answering himself for a long time, sighed and pointed his forehead. He didnât know the Emperor would like Ophelia to that extent. If he had known, he wouldnât have visited todayâ. No, Why?
Why does he have this thought?
âYou once said that if I seduce the Crown Prince, I will get a divorce.â
Thatâs right.
He planned to use the Crown Princeâs switching side over to Ophelia to weaken the Crown Princeâs position and put him on the defensive. The Crown Prince touching a married woman again, well, something like that. In that case, he had to consider a divorce with Ophelia.
Yeah. This was what he initially thought until he asked Ophelia for the deal.
Butâ.
âYouâre not trying to break the promise you made with me, are you?â
Ugh.
Sylvester bit his teeth hard. He hates it. Yeah. He didnât want to divorce Ophelia.
Why?
âI donât know the reason.â
Sylvester is a man who has never really thought about his own heart. Therefore, he had no idea how he felt for Ophelia, nor did he want to know. He was just being faithful to the feelings he was feeling right now, the irritation and the displeasure.
So Sylvester looked at Ophelia entering the carriage with a joyful face.
âWhat makes you so happy?â
âYes?â
Ophelia, who sat down on a chair, shaking off her dress, tilted her head.
âAh, Iâm happy.â
âWhy? Because you met the Prince?â
Sylvester growled slowly. Ophelia looked at him with an expression, âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âWhatâs good about meeting His Highness? Itâs because I met the Countess.â
Sylvester didnât quite understand. Isnât it Ophelia who hates the Countess so much? But why did she feel good to meet her?
âDid something happen?â
âYes!â Ophelia replied with a happy face. âIâve been screwing the Countess. Thatâs a good one, too.â She said, dancing her shoulders up and down. âWow, itâs exciting.â
Seeing her dancing like that with a consistent expressionless face made him laugh in vain. Sylvester burst into laughter as if he had been annoyed.
âYouâre really weird.â
âYouâre laughing right now, even if you say itâs weird.â
âIâm laughing because itâs weird.â
âAnyway, you lost because you laughed.â
Lost? Sylvester raised his eyebrows.
âYou didnât feel good, did you? But now that youâve laughed, youâre okay. Donât you think so?â
Sylvester blinked slowly. There were many similarities between Ophelia and himself. There was no expression, so it was difficult to guess the emotion. However, Ophelia always noticed his feelings quickly.
He really likes this part.
So Sylvester reached out to Ophelia with a pleasant smile on his mouth.
âMy wife is so pretty.â
Opheliaâs hair came into his hand. Sylvester smiled softly, stroking her fine hair.
ââ¦.â
Ophelia stared blankly at Sylvester.
What the hell? Whatâs wrong with him? She got goosebumps.
She wanted to complain about it, but it seemed like Sylvester, who did so, would be upset again. And wellâ it wasnât bad at all.
âUh, yes. Iâm pretty.â
So Ophelia tried to put down Sylvesterâs hand, saying it was a joke. But.
âThatâs why.â
Sylvester didnât pull his hand. His hand touches her cheek.
Startled, his cold body temperature touched her. Ophelia stiffened as it was. Sylvester looked at Ophelia like that and smiled.
Yeah. Since he has this pretty person next to him, âIâm going to do whatever I want.â
I will do as my heart goes. Sylvester tapped Ophelia on the cheek and pulled his hand away.
âKeep that in mind.â
Ophelia couldnât understand Sylvesterâs words at all. But she didnât want to ask more. The âSylvesterâ right now looked a little weird.
âWell, itâs nothing special right.â
So Ophelia ignored it.
Until the next day, Opheliaâs room was moved to Sylvesterâs room.
*****
Where am I nowâ?
I looked at the strange ceiling and blinked my eyes. Originally, when I lay on my bed and looked at the ceiling, there was a canopy. Sky blue canopy. But now I can see the black ceiling.
And the feeling of the bed was somewhat strange. I donât think itâs the mattress I used?
I slowly lifted myself up.
As soon as I did that, a completely different landscape welcomed me. A large desk, a bookshelf full of books, a heavy sofa and a dazzling chandelier.
Where am I?
Have I been kidnapped while I was sleeping? I pulled my blanket tightly and rolled up my shoulders. At this time, a familiar voice was heard.
âYou overslept.â
It was Sylvester.
Sylvester, shaking off his wet hair as if he had just come out of the bathroom, sat down next to me and said.
âSo I had no choice but to hold you and move it. Please forgive me.â
ââ¦.â
I was at a loss for words and was stunned for a moment.
âOphelia?â
âAh, yes. I was thinking about whether it was a dream.â
âItâs not a dream. Wake up.â
I understand very well that itâs not a dream. Thatâs not the problem!
âWhy am I here?â
âNow that your room and mine are combined.â
âWhy all of a sudden?â
âI told you Iâd do whatever I wanted.â
âDo you mean this?!â
Argh! I screamed.
âWhy are you doing this without my permission? I think my space is important!â
Itâs true.
My own space was important to me. My space where I sleep alone and wake up alone. Why do you combine rooms like this suddenly?
Sylvester is really such a jerkâ!
âThatâs too much! Please move to another room!â
âIâll give you money.â
ââHow much?â
âA lot.â
âHave you moved all my stuff? Do I have anything else to move?â
But I am a slave to capitalism. Thereâs nothing I canât do when you give money. Itâs my personal space, I can go to another room and make it separately. There are a lot of empty rooms in the mansion.
âIâve moved everything. Is it Irene? That maid did a very good job.â
âIrene is good at this.â
Presumably, Irene seemed to walk with both arms. Irene often said she wanted me to get closer to Sylvester.
âSo.â
I glanced at the spacious bed and said.
âDo we sleep together now?â
âYou donât like it?â
âYes.â
Sylvester kept his mouth shut. He looked at me.
âDonât you think youâll hurt my feelings if you answer right away?â
âI donât.â
âYouâre so mean.â
He reached out to me.
âWeâre going to sleep together, both of us.â
Then he stroked my cheek with his fingertips.
âBecause weâre a married couple.â
His fingertips touched my lips. Somehow, it became a strange atmosphere. There is nothing strange about kissing each other right now.
Badump, badump, my heart began to beat fast.
ââI hope you donât do more than this.â
In my words, Sylvester smiled obliquely.
âI donât want to do it either. I was joking.â
For such a thing, I think his eyes were sincere. I tried to calm my beating heart and turned my head. Sylvester also joined hands.
âNow that you are close to the Crown Prince, you have to show that we are also close. Then the Crown Prince will change his mind, right?â
In other words, Callian hates Sylvester, so he will get closer to me, who Sylvester likes.
No, I understand butâ.
No matter how hard it was, did we have to combine the rooms?
âI think itâs because you need something more when you even say youâre giving me money.â
Iâm not sure what that is. I glanced at Sylvester with hmm and snorted.
âThatâs the only reason, right?â
âWhat else is there?â
Sylvester smiled and said. It looks like thereâs a different reason!
âIf you have a plan, tell me now.â
âWill you forgive me?â
âNo.â
âThen I wonât tell you.â
âAre you really going to be like this?â
When I raised my voice, Sylvester burst into laughter.
âIâm kidding. Itâs really just to keep the Crown Prince in check.â
Drops of water fell from his wet hair.
Itâs cold. But somehow it felt hot enough to burn.
âTo do that, we have to pretend to be a proper couple.â
Sylvester reached out towards me, who was flinching.
âDonât you think so?â
He kissed the tip of my hair, and I could feel my heart beating uncontrollably.
Ah.
This is really doesnât work