Daddy, I Don’t Want Chapter 86

Act 8. Will This Contract Work?

Um, Father. I have sothing to talk to Max about Can we go upstairs?

He had agreed to wait and keep an eye on us, but was that because he had not allowed us to date yet? He stared at us bitterly and nodded once.

Well, the goal wasnt to get permission from him anyway.

As far as I was concerned, my goal was to make sure my father gave up on trying to set

up on a blind date with the crown prince. Even if he opposed our relationship, it was enough if he didnt make

take part in the eting.

Well be upstairs then.

My father remained silent at my words.

He must be disappointed in

for what just happened,I sighed without realizing. I was now in a position where I was grateful for not being married off to soone, let alone inherit any of my fathers property.

The only solution left is for

to beco independent. Until then, Ill have to hang in there.With this thought in mind, I walked with Max up to my room. When I arrived, I saw Sella and Mary tidying up.

Wheres rilyn? I asked them.

Oh, shes in the laundry room.

I guess I have no choice.

I was a little worried since rilyn was usually in charge of preparing the tea, but said calmly, Please bring us tea and cookies for two and use my favorite tea set.

Yes, my lady! The two maids spoke in unison with determined voices and left the room. I closed the door and turned around.

Now, lets have a serious discussion about our contract What on earth?

I saw him lying comfortably on my couch.

I understand that were in a contractual relationship, but were supposed to be a couple now. Would it hurt for him to play the part properly?I sighed for a mont, then took out a few sheets of paper and two quill pens.

Hey, co here. Hearing my call, he made his way to the tea table. Sit down. I gestured to the seat across from . Regarding our contract, I was thinking of writing down so terms and conditions. If you want anything from , write it down here.

At my words, he picked up a quill pen and began scribbling so things down. I stopped in the middle of my writing and watched him curiously.

Hes left-handed and his handwriting is just terrible.

As I was watching in amazent at his writing, he frowned slightly and muttered, Its smudged. The common notational system favored right-handed people. No matter how carefully he wrote, he was going to run into so problems.

Here you go. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to him. Without a word, he grabbed it and started wiping the ink off his hand. Then, he scratched out the smudged part and started writing again. I curiously looked at what he had written and started to chuckle. It stated the following:

During the period of this contract, Jubelian will not et with another man.

Im in this relationship because I dont want to et another man

At that mont, he asked in an irritated tone, Instead of laughing at soone elses terms, why dont you write yours?

Although what he said was true, I decided not to admit it to spare my pride. It was interesting, so I was just taking a look, I said instead.

Whats so interesting?

Usually, rcenary guilds provided lessons on reading and writing to avoid training pushovers who couldnt read requests and contracts. Your handwriting is very freewheeling. Did you learn how to read and write from the guild? I avoided being direct about his terrible handwriting.

I didnt learn it in a guild. I learned from my mother, he frowned. The mont I heard his words, I was overwheld with extre embarrassnt.

Ive made a mistake.He must have been offended by the snarky remark I made about sothing that he learned from his mother. I swallowed nervously and said, Hey, about what I said just now

At that mont, the door opened. Were late, my lady.

I nodded at Mary and Sella to let them know it was okay. Its fine. Please set up the table for us. Soon the table was decorated with appetizing cookies.

Ah, it looks delicious.

When I picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cups, the soft yet slightly bitter scent tickled my nose.Hm, I was concerned about how well the tea would turn out because rilyn didnt prepare it, but it seems like they did a good job.I was about to give the maids a quick complint but groaned slightly when I noticed the teacups they brought in were pink and full of flowers.

Well, it should be fine, right?Since he wasnt a nobleman, I assud he wouldnt know the aning of the cups. With this thought, I smiled at him.

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When he saw the teacups, Max doubted his eyes.Did she ask for these cups knowing what they ant?

Expensive teacups were a source of pride, but they were also a asure of how the host or hostess thought of their guests. Costly and valuable teacups containing lots of gold were used with precious guests, and colorful and beautiful teacups were used with noblewon. For male guests, tea was usually served in cups that did not contain flowers or bright colors.

When negotiating over disputes at the border, Max had occasionally faced barbarian lords who expressed their hostility towards him with teacups. Even so, they only used cups with monsters drawn on to make sarcastic remarks about his brutal personality; they had never used colorful cups with flowers like these.

To use teacups like theseShe was either trying to insult him, or she didnt know what they ant.Do I seem weak to her by any chance?When he thought about it, it wasnt an unreasonable assumption since Jubelian had joked about protecting him before. Max stared at Jubelian with a suspicious look.

Oh, these are my favorite teacups, she said with an innocent voice as if she didnt know anything. Listening to her, Max stared at the cup again. Although he hated flowers, the gold rim of the cup was luxurious, and the shape was adequate as well. The longer he looked at it, the more he thought that it wasnt so bad.

Its decent, he comnted. At his words, he could see Jubelian smiling with her eyes slightly curved. Max smirked as he brought the cup up to his mouth.