T/N: 1 POV shifts to 3 POV
lissa and Alan strolled side by side in the garden on a warm moonlit night.
The two did not hold hands affectionately, and there was not even any conversation between them, but there was not a bit of emptiness. The sound of a gentle breeze gently stroking the leaves and the faint cry of an unknown insect rushed between them like a wave.
It was an oddly overwhelming night.
Young master.
When they arrived in front of the solemn main house, William, the butler, and the servants, who were waiting for them, all bowed together. It was then that Alan held lissas hand. A clear pulse was transmitted from the inside of the thin leather glove.
Alan, who passed by the servants without a word, led lissa to his room. He walked at a pace that is not too fast, in case she finds it difficult to walk with him.
Unlike in the garden, there was no sound other than the sound of two peoples footsteps in the dimly lit hallway. Not even the faint sound of the wind was heard.
lissa felt the heat in his hand that held her hand. She had to struggle the whole ti she walked along Alan and had to calm her heart that was about to burst.
In the grand and old-fashioned room, the firewood in the fireplace was burning with a crackling sound. It was a night when the subtle scent of roses and oak trees lted cozily and harmoniously. lissa thought his room was no longer like winter.
She spoke cautiously.
The fire is already.
Youre always trembling.
.
It wasnt necessarily because of the cold. lissa made a blank face. Then Alan pulled her hand and made her sit on a bed bench in front of the fire. It was a natural movent like flowing water.
He sat beside lissa as she fiddled with the hem of her dress with an awkward touch. Then there was a distant silence again. lissa swallowed the dry saliva, staring at the blazing embers in the distance.
What should I say now? What should I say.
She wanted him to speak first, but his tightly closed mouth did not seem to open easily. It was embarrassing.
lissa endured the silence stubbornly. But there was sothing more unbearable than this heavy silence.
His blue-gray eyes that persistently stared at her. His intense gaze was constantly distracting.
.
Alan seed to be waiting for her to speak first, or he must be lost in thoughts. But he never took his eyes off the woman who sat beside him, even for a mont.
And lissa had a problem that she couldnt look into Alans eyes for long. It was because when she looked into his eyes, her face beca as hot as a fire.
Nevertheless, lissa decided to surrender to Alan. As always. However, the question of whether he loves her did not co out of his throat.
So she brought up a completely different story. Throwing a straight gaze over the flas in the hearth.
I heard about Miss Elwood.
Alan didnt even move as he had their clasped hands resting neatly on his legs. His beautiful eyebrows that looked as if they were painted might have wrinkled slightly.
lissa beca impatient.
Sa-Sandra told because she thought about . I hope you dont punish her. Ill never, ever tell anyone about this story..
So.
Unlike her, who was flustered with embarrassnt, the man sitting next to her was not disturbed at all. As if that was nothing, he still had an indifferent face.
What did you think?
Fortunately, lissa replied with a shallow sigh, noticing that his deep voice was not as cold as usual.
I thought it was a relief.
Alan chuckled at the remark. Obviously, it was neither ridicule nor arsenic. Then lissa thought she could be more honest. To him and herself too.
Im glad that scary woman isnt your lover.
What do you an by scary?
Actually, she ca here several tis and weve had a al together. She suddenly said wanted to be my friend and yet observed with the face that said otherwise.
Even if she tried to think that it was just an observation, there was sothing incomprehensible to Monicas thod.
Alan asked back.
Why didnt you tell ?
If I told you that she was here She said she will kill my maid, so.
Then he chuckled.
So things are arbitrary, but Monica cant be a great person who can kill people casually.
.
She doesnt look like her father. Except for those damn eyes.
Oh.
lissa realized again that Alan no longer hid the story of the family from her. Even after she heard his answer, she was amazed at how she no longer accepted it as a defense for Monica or even got imrsed in the desperate sadness.
Now she was feeling so sort of security by Alans side, not anxiety or sadness. Surprisingly.
It suddenly crossed her mind that the terrible deaths which Sandra ntioned might have been done by the Leopold Head, not Monica, but that was not the point of the story that the two should share now.
So, it was a relief.
At that mont, Alan parted his lips.
Is that all you feel?
Huh?
I want to hear it. I wonder if the desire to live in a winter that resembles is still the sa.
That.
[T/N: POV shifts to Alan]
Her cheeks were dyed with a pleasing color as if the paint was spreading. Alan laughed softly. Its only because her reddish face with the golden light just looks lovely.
Having never handed over the initiative to anyone before, he didnt want to admit that his heart was completely taken by this fluffy woman. So he had been denying and turning a blind eye for quite a long ti.
It would not have been so confusing if she had been strong enough without surrendering, or hard and sharp enough that she could not be cut. She was just a woman who talked like a soft rippling wave and smiled like a fresh flower.
I told you what I wanted, lissa Collins.
He spoke while emphasising on her na. Alan thought he should have admitted earlier if he knew it would make him feel so comfortable.
Honor and goal. A tiring life which he lived, like a person who couldnt see anything other than those two. Occasionally, under the pressure of death, Alan always stood there. Only because it was the only reason and aning of his existence.
However, he did not dislike this harmless intruder who arbitrarily demolished all the traces he had and the walls he had built. Even though he was unfamiliar with himself, he desperately needed her by his side at every mont.
Why ? I I.
lissa looked afraid for so reason. He pointed it out exactly so that she could never be confused, so why is she asking such a question with such a silly face? Alans eyes narrowed slowly.
I thought you I thought you wanted only beautiful things. So rather than people like Miss Monica Ellwood or Lady Farrington.. Like Her Highness Princess Cynthia.
lissa.
Alan stopped lissa from speaking in a soft voice. His muse was already an artist by herself, so she was very imaginative and delicate. So if he let her continue talking, she might soon shed tears like beads. Alan didnt want it.
Though its a different thing that his mind thinks that, its nice to see her shedding tears pitifully
Its true that I only want beautiful and clean things. Thats why I want you, lissa Collins.
How many tis do you want to tell you? lissas face heated up like a peach at a small murmur he added in the last.
Im not beautiful, Im not clean
Ah, are you doing this on purpose?
No
Then Alan laughed like a breeze. Even if she acted as clever as a little fox, there was no reason why he shouldnt be willing to be fooled.
Havent I already said the word pretty many tis? If there are specific things you want to say, there are a lot of them.
.
Your lips, your neckline, your soft nape, your body without a mole.
W-wait.
How can he do this without changing the color of his face.
Unable to bear the sha, lissa managed to stop him. It felt like her ears were lting. The fla in the bonfire is small and is burning softly so it must have been this man who lted her like butter on pancakes.
lissa mumbled, covering her flushed face.
I have a mole,On my right cheek..
At that mont, Alans cold hands gently squeezed both of her wrists. lissa shuddered at his sudden touch, who had low body temperature, while the hands that covered her face were gently pulled down. Like the falling petals
How can I not know that?
Soon the breathtakingly beautiful face of a man filled her watery vision.
Its driving crazy.
Whispering, Alan gently kissed her right cheek.
Hnng
As she was unable to avoid him, Alan laughed with a sigh as he looked down at lissa, who was shivering in his sweet afterglow with her eyes closed.
Its the tastiest part of my day, you.
Tastiest?
lissa, who opened her eyes softly, asked with a slight frown on her fine brow, her brown eyelashes fluttering like butterflies. Alan gently wrapped her cheeks.
He had never liked sweets since he was a child. It was natural that he never thought he wanted to eat decorations on the cake. However, when he looked at this small, shiny face, he strangely felt hungry.
I an. Like cherries on cupcakes.
At those gentle words, her lips, small and red like a cherry on top of whipped cream, gently opened. Alan felt the urge to lick it carefully.
Indecent.
A song-like voice perated his ears.
I-I didnt even imagine that a person like you would say taste in such a way. Sir Alan Leopold that I know is a very elegant businessman.
Her lips were acting rough, but strangely excited. It was so cute that Alan, who sighed, put his forehead on her smooth forehead.
lissa.
He said in a languid whisper
Im done with my work. And today.
.
Ill be with you until morning.
T/rant: hmm okay, its pretty clear that Alan is a S and lissa is a M _( )_/
after I read Monica gaslighting Maurice:
On the brighter sidereaders who are following this novel religiously and have been reading all the updates just wanna share the good news that there are only 20 more chapters for the main story to get finished
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