Marigold fell into the Yandere's arms

Chapter 9

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"I didn't know how thrilling it would feel to be the focus of my bride's attention," Edwin teased, his eyes shining with delight. "Even this bland scone tasted delicious for a moment,"

I released a heavy sigh. While trying to share my love for scones, I ended up stimulating his perverted taste instead.

Meanwhile, Edwin whisked what was left of the scone from my hand into his mouth.

To make matters worse, he forced me to cup his cheeks with my hands while insisting that I gaze at him.

I wanted to scream at him to remove his hands right away, but I knew there was a slim chance of survival and smiled as much as I could.

Even though my lips were trembling.

"By the way, what is this?"

After finishing off the rest of the scone, Edwin picked up a basket from the foot of my chair.

"The marigolds were so pretty that I asked the maid if I could pick a few. She had the gardener cut some for me, but he gave me so much."

"I didn't know you liked marigolds. Shall I have it planted throughout the garden?"

I quickly shook my head, fearing that he would misunderstand me and plow the entire garden.

"But you seem to enjoy these flowers."

Edwin cocked his head and frowned as if he didn't like hearing my refusal.

"Marigolds aren't the only flowers I love, I'm fond of other flowers too."

"Is that so?"

Even then, Edwin's dissatisfied expression did not change.

'It seems that he's still upset about not being able to give the garden a makeover. Is there any way to divert his attention?'

Suddenly, I recalled Jenny's suggestion to use the leftover flowers to make a bouquet or a wreath.

"Do you like flower wreaths?"

"Wreaths?"

As I nodded, Edwin glanced down at the flowers in the basket.

"Why? Do you want to make a flower crown for me?"

He was smiling sweetly, but his eyes seemed to say, 'If you refuse, I don't think it will be very fun for you.'

I asked with the intention of making it for him anyway, but when I met those eyes, my chest tightened.

"Yes. I thought it would suit you, Ed."

"Really? Then try making one."

"But, this position is uncomfortable to work in."

"If my bride gets down, then I will be the one who's uncomfortable."

He smiled softly, brushing off my discomfort without another word. In the end, I was forced to take out the marigolds and use my lap as a table.

My wreath-making technique was meant to be used during a high school festival, so it wasn't too difficult to make.

The problem was that the recipient of this wreath was none other than Edwin, the Wild Dragon of the West.

'I think it looks a little squished and some of the flowers are crushed too.'

I needed to make it prettier and more perfect.