You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 44

I was excited.

I used to buy pastries three tis a week in my past life.

It’s not that I have a sweet tooth, but I beca accustod to having tea with sothing sweet between four and five of the afternoon. However, what made it more enjoyable, was to go to the shop and choose the ones that looked the tastiest. I would say it was a kind of... A reward from I to .

If no one gave them to , I had no choice but to get them myself.

That’s why, buying so here, made a little happy.

’There are still things I can do here that I also did in my original world~ hehe~’

As soon as the carriage stopped, I opened the door and got out of it, completely ignoring the custom of waiting for the coachman to open the door or letting the man accompanying help down.

"Gasp! My– My Lady!"

The coachman said almost in dismay once he saw . Looking back from his seat at the front of the carriage, he must have been shocked to see get out of the carriage without any help.

Standing next to the carriage waiting for the Duke, I was too busy thinking about the sweets that I kinda forgot that I am "a Lady".

The Duke was now under the fra of the carriage door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise at my enthusiasm, he said while gazing at .

"...I see you are excited."

Landing next to , the Duke grinned.

"Let’s buy a lot and co back again later. There are more shops on the other side, maybe we could try so of those pastries next ti." — He offered generously.

His "Doting Father" mode was on, apparently, because his declaration gave the feeling of soone who might buy the shop that better suited my taste.

If my hunch is right...

’Go ahead and buy it, Duke! If you are gonna give anything, this is totally what you should give !!! Don’t you dare forget it!!’

Pastries are expensive, so owning a shop is a great deal.

’Hehe... Nah, He wouldn’t go that far......right?’

...

’Nah~ he’s not stupid.’

Convinced that I was just too influenced by the novels I read before, I denied the possibility.

Breaking out of the daze, the Duke put forth his arm again, showing a confident smile as he waited for to take hold of it.

’... Yeah, he’s not stupid.’

We walked slowly towards the shop. As we passed the shop window to get to its entrance, I glanced through the great variety of pastries. There were a lot I have never seen before, with rustic terminations. It was clearly a shop that most likely had its own homade recipes and creations.

’Those shops are the best...!’

Feeling how the inside of my mouth started salivating to the displayed desserts, I turned my head as I swallowed.

We entered the shop and the scent kicked in imdiately. They were actually baking sothing further inside, I could sll the dough being baked in an oven, which made the place even better.

A sales clerk ca out from behind the counter and welcod us.

"Welco to ’Vie Marmalade ’. It is an honour to be in your presence, my Lord. How may I help you?"

I guess his appearance gave out the fact that he was a nobleman because the clerk did not hesitate to address him with great politeness.

Nodding to the young man, the Duke turned to with a kind expression.

"Dear, go take a look, choose as many as you want."

’As if!’

If we are gonna buy, we need to buy only the necessary amount. If it’s not fresh it won’t taste as good since we don’t have sowhere to conserve them well.

Also... it’s not fun if we don’t choose together.

’I want to have so with him later, so he has to choose at least one. Tsk tsk, this Sir, he just doesn’t know the protocols when buying pastries...’

Ignoring his suggestion, I pulled on his arm gently and made him follow . Observing the display of pastries, I pointed to one that seed quite interesting and looked back to the Duke tilting my head slightly, asking for his opinion.

"Hmm?... that one?"

"My Lord, that is a Bomboloni with a plum cream filling."

"... plum?"

Glancing at with a sorry look the Duke explained to .

"Marianne... sweetie... you can’t eat those... You are allergic to plum..."

"..."

’What?!?!’

I was shocked at such news. How could I be allergic to plums?! When they are so delicious too!!!!

"... Excuse , do you have these with a different filling?"

"Yes, My Lord. We have two other fillings: raspberries marmalade and caral."

"What do you think, Marianne?"

I nodded and lifted one finger, referring to the first one.

’...Since I can’t eat plums let’s go for another fruity taste.’

"Pack so of the ones with raspberry..."

"Yes, Sir."

"You can choose so more, Dear." — Turning back to he offered.

Staring at him, I wondered how he understood so well. He could have guessed wrong, thinking I wanted one of each. I wouldn’t have minded his mistake... But he figured out what I ant perfectly.

’As expected of Marianne’s Father...’

My chosen pastry had been found. Tapping on his arm, I pointed to the pastries with my hand and looked at him again.

’You choose one. Don’t make do all the work.’

Taking his ti to process my gesture, he finally understood what I ant after not taking my eyes off of him.

Staring at the displayed sweets with a doubtful gaze, he asked the clerk for suggestions.

"Hmm... Do you have any special pastry that has apples?"

"Yes, indeed we have. One of the most popular lately is the brand new recipe. Layers of the flakey puff pastry are wrapped around a sweet apple filling and baked to golden perfection, it is called ’Apple Danish’. It is suitable for breakfast or evening tea, most ladies prefer it for its well-balanced sweetness, My Lord."

"Wrap so of that one too... Marianne..."

As soon as he ntioned my na, I brought my hand up signalling a stop.

’That much is enough.’

He was a little surprised by it, but still went along with . Showing a warm smile, he nodded and finished the deal.

"That is all."

"Understood. Then I will proceed to wrap the order shortly."

We left the shop imdiately. I felt sohow uneasy leaving without the purchased pastries, but, just as we went out, one of our servants entered to retrieve the order.

’Woah... that’s nobility for you...’

"I hope you like the one I chose. You seem to like apples lately."

’Heh~...So he knows...’

I do like apples. Did I go after all the ones with apples during our breakfasts?...

’Well... That’s a little embarrassing... I gotta be smoother next ti.’

We boarded the carriage again and departed short after. Even though we didn’t talk much for the rest of the trip, we were both in a good mood. From ti to ti he would show interesting views.

In the end, it turned out to be a pleasant outing and I acquired so delicious desserts.

I began dozing off a little when we were about to arrive at the Duchy. The Duke said it was okay to take a nap, but I didn’t want to fall asleep in front of him. For so reason, I think it’s disrespectful to do so in front of soone older.

I respect the Duke.

Although he failed to protect Marianne from Paul’s abuse... he did care about her.

He just can’t imagine the real reason for her condition, which is understandable. Parents are not perfect, they are far from that and given the tis this novel is set... how could a Duke dedicate his full ti to being a stay-ho father?

There are many reasons why he can not figure it out. I’m not saying he has no fault, however... it can happen to the most caring parents too.

Right now... it’s better if he stays ignorant.

’I... honestly, don’t want him to know the truth if possible...’

And I have a feeling that Anne thinks so too.

We arrived at the Duchy and parted ways. I went to my room and ate lunch short after changing into a more hoy dress. I thought of taking a nap but I couldn’t get myself to do so.

When it was around five in the afternoon, I decided to send word to the Duke.

’I want to have tea ti with him to taste one of the pastries.’

If we eat them just bought we will definitely enjoy them more.

As I was writing the letter on my desk, the Butler knocked on my door.

"Excuse , My Lady. The Duke has asked for your presence, there is sothing you must see. Please let guide you to his office."

The timing was perfect, so I nodded and followed him, thanking my good luck.

Announcing my arrival, the Duke permitted to enter the room. He was making his way from behind the desk to the couches at the centre of the room when the butler opened the door. A beaming smile was painted on his face once he saw .

"Marianne!... Please co in."

I pondered about why he was so happy and, not much ti passed before I knew the reason for his excitent.

"It has arrived, Dear."

’Really?!’

"..."

’... What did...?’

A drop of sweat went down my neck because I had no idea what he was talking about.