Side Story Episode 7: Love Like Crazy
Side Story Episode 7: Love Like Crazy
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âNoâ¦â¦?â
Melissa, who couldnât figure out why he was strangely upset, couldnât hide her embarrassed expression.
Afterwards, Alan let out a low sigh, leaned against the backrest, and muttered.
âI will do it for you. If itâs your dream to put on a play.â
âThat isââ
âI will arrange for the best experts and create a stage unlike anything you have ever seen before. You can choose the actors and orchestra according to your taste. How is it?â
âNo, I..⦠Itâs a play, butâ¦â¦.â
Melissa, who had forgotten what to say for a moment, blinked her eyes with a stunned expression on her face and spoke again.
ââ¦â¦Itâs the National Theatre, Alan. How much this meansâ¦â¦ Haa.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âEven if it wasnât the National Theater, why turn it down when we received an offer and run it yourself? Thatâs a ridiculous luxury. Itâs such an expensive hobbyâ¦â¦.â
Melissa was just confused. Did he still have traces of Alan Leopoldâs extravagance? Buying coffee shops and grand castles more easily than he would choose a bookâ¦
Hasnât he forgotten everything? Or did he, by any chance, not want his wife to stand out?
Perhaps he thinks a well-behaved wife at home is the most ideal. Otherwise, why change his attitude in such an instant?
He was so sweet earlier, but now he seems to be strangely suppressing himselfâ¦â¦.
âItâs expensive?â
At that time, Alan laughed as if it were absurd.
âFirst, I need to correct your misunderstanding.â
âMisunderstandingâ¦â¦?â
âI donât have any patriotism.â
The answer he gave was completely unexpected.
âMoreover, is it really my dream and passion to roll up my sleeves and engage in trade and diplomacy in a country that is not even my own?â
ââ¦â¦What do you want to say?â
âThe man you fell in love with was Alan Leopold, Melissa. He was the successor to Leopold.â
âThatâsâ¦â¦.â
Do you think thatâs why I fell in love with you? The question was so absurd that it was swallowed helplessly.
âI am not him now. Unfortunately.â
ââ¦â¦â
âThe reason I focus on work is money. Thatâs it. Because I gave up the position of succession to the kingdomâs highest family with my own hands. I will never disappoint you for choosing me.â
Melissaâs lips gently opened at that firm voice. What kind of stupid thing is he saying now?
âI wonât be disappointed in you if I canât buy you my favorite coffee shop, Alan⦠Itâs true that my heart raced at the sight of you looking infinitely flawlessâ¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI canât deny that it also includes your background, but Iâ¦â¦.â
âI know, Melissa.â
The moment a thin soot gently dispersed over the glowing candle flame, the candle dripped candle wax like tears.
âJust to be an honorable husband to you, to listen to whatever you want at any time, and to prevent reality from becoming shabbier than the faded past, I will continue to make money like I am now.â
ââ¦â¦â
There were times when she believed he was a businessman to his core. In fact, it was like that until yesterday. All those moments seemed to disperse like faint smoke.
So, it was all because of her.
Even though they touched each otherâs skin every day, she still didnât know this much about him. He was just as worried as she wasâ¦â¦.
Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt like she was going to burst out laughing. Even though she was sitting on a chair, her legs kept feeling weak. How can she explain this feeling?
âSo turning your novel into a play is no problem. Your husband is still a wealthy man, although not as wealthy as Leopoldâs master.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âIâm serious. I can buy you a theater too, Melissa.â
ââ¦â¦Ha.â
In the end, Melissa laughed helplessly and touched her forehead. Somehow, he hasnât changed at all.
âAlan, I decline that. I am truly grateful, but this offer is special and honorable to me.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âUnless you donât want our story to be told on stage, please allow it. Huh?â
Melissa put her hands together again. Alan sighed softly.
ââ¦Itâs not that I donât want that story to be staged and widely known. Thereâs no reason for that.â
âSo youâre going to allow it, right?â
ââ¦â¦.â
âWhatâs wrong with your expression. Whatâs wrong with youâ¦â¦.â
Melissa jumped up from her seat and ran towards her husband. Suddenly, Alanâs expressionless face fell into his wifeâs chest.
âMelissa, breatheâ¦â
âWe promised, didnât we? We decided to be honest about everything.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Alan was silent for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, he buried his face deeply in Melissaâs arms, and embraced her narrow waist.
ââ¦â¦Iâm nervous about you meeting people.â
As Alan mumbled like a child in his arms, her small hands gently caressed the smooth black hair.
âReally? Youâre afraid Iâll be ignored again?â
âNo.â
Alan, who responded in that way, rubbed his nose against her chest. His breath, which was scattered in her arms, was itchy, and the woman who was laughing suddenly held her breath at the words that followed.
âBecause youâre a shining person.â
âWhat?â
Melissa, who wrapped her cheeks around Alanâs, took off her body. His face, with a stupid expression, was filled in his brilliant eyes.
âBecause youâre pretty. Because you shine even more here.â
Melissa looked at him with a look of nonsense.
âWhatâ¦â¦?â
âThatâs why Iâm nervous.â
Alan was awkward to say uncharacteristically strange things, but there was no lie in his words.
Melissa Collins was subtly beautiful, even in the Kingdom of Sorne. Like a transparent droplet. She wasnât an eye-catching impression at once, but when he looked deep, she couldnât be so fair and cleanly pretty. Unfortunately, he was the only one who recognized her, and he had to agonize countless times.
And here in the Principality of Lunoa, her beauty stood out, as Melissa Flynn was disturbingly pure among those who could not empty or spare any of her appearance.
Moreover, having overcome the seemingly eternal anxiety and living in overflowing love, she now knew how to smile like a newly bloomed flowerâ¦
During the last Founderâs Day festival, he had rushed to ladies salon, worried that his woman might be in tears, harassed by the noble ladies.
But in truth, he had to quickly leave the Great Hall. Had he not, he would have punched the faces of the principalityâs gentlemen one by one. It would have made the front page of the newspapers again with an unsavory incident.
Men who openly showed interest in the Countess of Elsinore. It was maddening that these people felt no shame in coveting a married woman.
But he had to endure it all. The reason they left Sorne was his firm determination not to let her live amid endless rumors and labels.
Given the situation, the intense desire to protect his wife, to hide her away, was crushing his heartâ¦
ââ¦Was that the reason?â
How could he tie down this woman, with her innocent, doe-like face? Alan was just burning inside.
âYou, you really⦠love me.â
âLike crazy.â
Melissaâs face flushed at his sigh-like answer. It seemed like she might burst any moment, so Alan brushed his knuckles against her rosy cheek.
Sure enough, her cheek was warm and soft, like a freshly baked pancake. He wanted to devour her right then and there.
Whether she knew this or not, Melissa rubbed her cheek against his pleasantly cool knuckles and whispered.
âBut Alan, youâre the only one who thinks that way. Silly.â
No, Melissa.
âYou donât need to worry. Itâs just about work. If they mock my Lunoian or say that the Count of Elsinore is undeserving, this time I will tooâ¦â
âYour Lunoian is excellent. If those who canât speak a word of Sornean spew rude comments, Iâll break their noses with my shoe heel.â
âWhat? Thatâs tooââ
âIf they spout nonsense about the Count of Elsinore being too good for you, tell them this: the Count is utterly mad, eyes rolling back as he clings to you like a lunatic every night. And heâll make sure you have no place to stand, no matter what it takesââ
Alanâs terrifying words were swallowed up by Melissaâs mouth. With his fine lips bitten, Lady Flynn laughed. Then, mockingly, his satin-like tongue completely entwined her plump tongue.
âMmâ¦â
Alan, now cupping her face, slowly rose. Deep kisses rained down like stars, leaving her mind blank. Melissa, squeezing her eyes shut, desperately clung to him, rising on tiptoes.
When their lips finally parted, Alan couldnât help but pull his wife into a tight embrace. Melissa, who had been wriggling slightly to find a comfortable position, wrapped her arms around his broad back as if she had been waiting for this. After patting his back a couple of times, she whispered secretively.
âYouâll allow it, wonât you, dear?â
ââ¦â¦â
âI know everything. You said my dream is your dream too. You even started a company to publish my book.â
Kissing Alanâs firm forearm, she added.
âIâll talk to them. Iâll show them that Iâm a trustworthy wife.â
Alan, letting out a low sigh, lowered his lips to her soft, brown hair.
âItâs not that I donât trust you.â
âWho else do I have but you? Have you forgotten how I came to meet you?â
She whispered, rubbing her soft cheek against Alanâs arm.
âDonât worry, my love.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Itâs a troublesome situation. Itâs not an overt seduction, just a warm embrace and a kind voice, but why does it stir him so much? This way, Iâm no different from a beastâ¦
Feeling awkward, he answered by giving a small kiss above her rounded ear, and Melissa laughed like ripples in the wind.
âThank you.â
Her whispering voice flowed into my ear and fluttered around in my chest.
âI love you.â
ââ¦Melissa.â
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âRight now, if I pull thisâ¦â
Pull what?
Her round brown eyes followed his fingertips anxiously. His beautiful fingers were gently gripping the snow-white tablecloth, as pale as his skin.
âIf I were to push everything off here and lay you down on thisââ
âNo!â
Melissa murmured anxiously, staring at the five flames flickering atop the candlestick.
âIf you did that, our house would burn down.â
ââ¦I think I might burn up first.â
At those words, Melissa quickly pulled away, glancing back and forth between Alanâs calm face and his not-so-calm lower half.
âOh.â
No wonder it felt so hot.
And when their eyes finally met,
âKyah!â
Alan scooped his wife up in one swift motion. The Countâs steps grew quicker as he left the dining hall. Like riding an untamed wild horse, the Countessâs laughter-tinged screams echoed through the grand hallway.
Two maids who had been busy cleaning the windows froze, clothes in hand.
âMy goodness. Again today?â
ââ¦Theyâre quite something.â
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