âThen please, have a good time.â
Soon the maids, including Ann and Jennie, left the chamber at once.
When they were all gone and Rubica was alone, she quickly opened the second drawer of the chest next to the bed.
âThank the gods, itâs here.â
She put her hand between the gloves piled up inside the drawer, and she could feel Armanâs blue ring. Touching the cold stone made her finally relax.
âIt would be better to get a box or something to put it in. Should I try to find a candy box?â
She suddenly yawned. She closed the drawer and rubbed her eyes. The bed covered with soft silk tempted her, but she didnât lie on it and headed to the dukeâs chamber instead.
âThis will be the first and the last time the wall will be opened, so I should look around here now.â
She fought her own eyelids that kept coming down against her will and looked around the dukeâs chamber. Unlike the duchessâ chamber that was decorated splendidly, the dukeâs chamber was too simple.
âIs this the dukeâs private study? I think his bedchamber is not directly linked to here. Thatâs good. Hmm, should I take a look at the study first?â
She took a quick tour around the room and headed to the mahogany desk. He probably worked even when he rested there, as there were ruler, ink, and pen on it. He probably had mysophobia or something. Everything was in the right order, including the white paper. Rubica was about to move on when she spotted a word written on it.
âStella.â
One small word was written on the corner of the paper.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âHup!â
Rubica was startled at hearing Edgarâs voice so suddenly. He was leaning against the wall and was looking at her.
She hadnât known he would come so quickly. Most bridegrooms drank on and on with the guests till it was late at night. Her hair hadnât fully dried yet and he was here already?
âJust looking around.â
âLooking around?â
âI was a little curious...â
A corner of Edgarâs lips curled up.
âYouâre curious about me?â
âNo, of course not!â
The corner of his lips went down, a little below its usual place.
âI was just wondering at which shop this mahogany desk was made.â
âOh.â
Edgar shrugged as if saying he could understand that.
âYour father was a merchant, I see.â
He said that without giving much thought to it.
However, Rubicaâs face turned red. Only then did he realize how what he just said must have sounded to her.
âYouâre wondering the price of a piece of furniture the second you arrive here? Typical daughter of a merchant.â
He really didnât mean that. However, even he himself had to acknowledge that he had no right to think it was unfair because of the words he had said and the things he had done.
â... I should just not say anything.â
He couldnât think of a way to escape from the awkward mood, but he knew how not to make it even worse. It was to shut his mouth that blurted out things without much consideration.
With a firm expression, he took off his jacket and vest. Then, he started to undo the buttons of his sleeves.
âUgh! What are you doing!â
It was the first time he learned there was a way to make things even worse without saying anything. Rubica pressed herself on the wall and shrieked. It could have made the servants and maids waiting outside come in.
âWhat am I doing? Preparing to take a bath.â
âTake, take a bath?â
Rubica calmed her startled heart and looked at Edgar up and down. He was still wearing the suit he had worn during the wedding, unlike Rubica who had taken a bath and was now in her nightdress.
âThen just go to the bathroom and do it there!â
âYou want me to take off my clothes in the bathroom?â
âYes!â
âBut thereâs no place to put my clothes there.â
Edgar innocently replied to her. Rubica was so shocked that she had to take a deep breath. How could he lack so much common sense? But it had to be his common sense.
âYoung master who has been served by others for all his life.â
To think about it, he had taken off his jacket and vest quite awkwardly. His fingers slipped off often as he undid the buttons. Rubica laughed at seeing Edgar, the cold man without blood, behave so awkwardly.
âDid you just laugh?â
Edgar recovered his coldness and asked her, but Rubica didnât care. She went up to the bed and grabbed Edgarâs nightwear on it.
Then, she started to explain nicely as if she was talking to a new patient who had just come to the abbey.
âTake this to the bathroom, hang it on the hook next to the door, and leave the door slightly open. Take off the clothes you are wearing now and leave them outside the door. It would be even better if you put them neatly on one side after the bath.â
âWhat are you...â
âOh, and do you know how to turn on the water?â
Edgar frowned his beautiful eyebrows. He was mad with Rubica for treating him like an idiot.
â... I know that much. I know where the soap is and where my usual perfume is as well.â
âOh, good.â
Edgar replied angrily, took his nightwear, and went to the bathroom. His shirt and pants were dropped through the slightly open door.
Soon, Rubica could hear the sound of the water.
âAt least he is not completely hopeless.â
She shrugged and sat down on the bed.
The bed was wide enough for five people to lie on it. Whatever it was filled with, it made it so fluffy. She was tired, and she felt sleepy again while yawning.
âWell, I guess Iâll look around the dukeâs chamber later.â
It looked like there was no reason to see it now. Edgar was a busy man. He would probably leave the mansion for meetings and things, so Rubica would be able to use such an opportunity to take her time to look around the chamber.
âOh, I must tell him we should sleep separately.â
However, Edgarâs bath was not going to be finished for some time and she was getting sleepier and sleepier. She eventually laid down in the middle of the bed.
Then she fell fast asleep without even thinking of covering herself with the duvet.
She did worry about Edgar still taking the bath, but well, he must have so many women around him, why would he mess up with me? She just thought like that and went to sleep.
***
Rubica spotted her shabby dress and quickly checked her wrinkled hands. She had come back to reality.
âThat was the strangest dream Iâve ever had.â
It had been a strange dream about getting proposed by Duke Claymore who practically controlled the continent. How could she have had such a ridiculous dream?
âOh, right. I donât have time to waste.â
She picked up her basket and went to the nearby strawberry bush. Then, she picked strawberries and put them in the basket.
She had found that bush a little while ago. She had come here for Arman who loved strawberries even though she had almost no time to spare. He would be delighted if she returned with a basket full of strawberries.
âRubica.â
Then, she heard Armanâs voice who was panting and sweating hard. Rubica was surprised to see him like that.
âArman, has something happened? What...â
âI had a bad dream.â
Arman came to her and hugged her. She dropped her basket and the strawberries scattered on the ground. However, she didnât want to pick them up again. She just leaned against Armanâs chest.
âI also had a strange dream, Arman.â
She rubbed her face on his chest. It felt so good. It felt so soft. She had dreamed to be in his arms like that for such a long time.
âListen to me.â
Rubica looked up and met Armanâs foggy eyes. He then hugged her even tighter. The sound of the beating heart reached her ears.
She decided to be brave. The thing she had wanted to say so much but hadnât, she had to say it before it was too late. Maybe she had had that dream because she needed to realize that.
âYou see.â
Rubica was about to continue but then flinched. The position of Armanâs hand was a little strange. It was on part of Rubicaâs body that wasnât her butt but was almost at the start of it.
Arman was a careful man. As he couldnât see, he had a habit of checking more than once when holding hands lest he touched the wrong part of the other personâs body.
âHuh?â
It was the first time Rubica was in his arms, but his scent wasnât unfamiliar. Thinking about it, the hands were thicker and stronger than Armanâs hands which she had known for a long time.
Yes, this fresh scent like that of the forest. This scent belongs to...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDuke Claymore!â
At that moment, her closed eyes snapped open.
Then she saw the expensive linen nightwear right in front of her while her head felt heavy.
Someone had his nose in her hair. Yes, the man holding her tightly now wasnât the Arman of her dream but Edgar from her real life.
And where his hands had reached was...