Your Majesty is annoying

Chapter 23

“Is there a place I can’t go?”

Lyle gave a curt retort and peered at her with disdain.

Medea almost lost her temper but then remembered he was the Emperor.

“I greet your Majesty, the Emperor.”

“Okay.”

Medea forced herself to say the opposite of what was in her heart and give a polite greeting as she glared at Lyle.

“Aren’t you always busy with political affairs?”

“You’re rather busy with political affairs, aren’t you?”

“I was busy.”

I was very idle now because I had postponed union night with all my work. I even managed to do what I had to do in the future.

Lyle, Sid, and Lyle’s staff were all competent, so the work was not late. And it had primarily to do with Lyle completing all his work so he could arrive late on joint nights.

“I had all the urgent work done yesterday so that I can afford it.”

I couldn’t hold up until the night.

No, I came for lunch on the pretext that if I came to the palace at night, I would surely carry Medea straight to the bedroom.

—Because Medea is the Empress, and you can have lunch with the Empress.

Lyle had laughed deeply when he heard that Medea couldn’t leave the house in the aftermath of their tryst.

I was embarrassed when I caught myself daydreaming—wanting to go to her bedroom where Medea was lying down, teasing her, and kissing her.

Medea glared at her maid-in-waiting. Why wasn’t she told Lyle had arrived?

I would have hid in my room and said I was sick!

Medea had several exclusive maids, but her maid-in-waiting was openly watching her because of her recent amnesia and unusual behavior.

“I told them not to deliver the news that I arrived. I thought the Empress would get ‘lost’ again if she knew I was here.”

Indeed, Medea looked at Lyle like she wanted to go back to the bedroom and lock the door, and Lyle couldn’t help but hide his amused chuckle in his heart.

If I go into the bedroom right now, I really won’t be able to get out of bed…

“Come on and sit down. I heard that the Empress prepared foods according to your preferences.”

Lyle was a little surprised by the menu.

The former Medea had eaten only grass while today’s Medea prefers meat to the point of being a carnivore. The only vegetables present happened to be a part of the meat dishes.

Medea, who could not hide her unpleasant expression, dragged her feet to the table.

Lyle sat down at the head of the table, suppressing his desire to snatch the sulking Medea.

As she sat across from Lyle, the food was transferred to the table.  Her uneven expression melted when he saw the food.

Huh. You like food more than me?

It was a drastic change from the pre-amnesia Medea, so Lyle felt a bizarre sensation. The feeling of unfairness and jealousy squeezed his heart.

I deliberately took time to see you, but what is this attitude?

I thought we liked each other last night.

Lyle stared at the plate of food in front of him, feeling betrayed by the current Medea. Steak, it was one of Medea’s favorite foods now.