Marigold fell into the Yandere's arms

Chapter 66

"I want you to be happy and happy whenever I think of memories with you. So forgive that kid. So that whenever I think of today, I can only think of you. Yes?"

Edwin let out a small sigh and motioned for the child to be released.

"Go, thank you. thank you."

The child who came closer and fell down in front of me kept his head down.

Transparent tears flowed down the pale child's face.

As I bent down to comfort the child, Edwin quickly grabbed me.

Edwin shook his head with a cool expression, though a small, fragile child could do no harm to me.

Knowing that he had conceded a lot just by releasing the child, he meekly backed away.

"Don't worry, I won't take you."

Instead, I spoke as softly as possible to help the child calm down.

The child did not raise his head, but he could see the strength disappear from his shrunken shoulders.

As I was looking at it with a sad heart, the roses that had fallen on the floor caught my eye.

'If you leave it like that, you will get hurt.'

As he gently pulled Edwin's hand, he asked, "Why is he doing this?"

"Can I take the flower that fell over there?"

"You got hurt because of that, you can't."

"I think if I take it and remove the thorns, I can put it in a vase."

"Hey, I'll pick only those that don't have thorns."

The child, who had been lying on his face all that time, raised his head and shouted loudly.

"it's okay. Just take them all and pick them up later."

"no. It's my fault, so I want to do it. This is all I can do for you."

The child's voice became less and less towards the end of the speech. In the end, she cried and even lowered her head.

"Then, I will ask."

I couldn't dry it anymore, so when I allowed it, the child raised his head with a smile.

"Yes Yes. Just leave it to me."

The child wiped her tears with her worn sleeve and began to collect the roses that had fallen on the floor.

"Ed, will you allow me?"

"Already doing what I want to do."

Edwin grumbled and rubbed his mouth.

"So are you mad?"

When I asked with a deliberately worried expression, Edwin sighed and gently stroked my hair.

"How could I be mad at Lina?"

Looking back, it seems that although Edwin complained a lot, he was never really angry with me.

When I realized this all over again, it felt strange that my heart was pounding.

In the meantime, the child carefully held out the flower stalk to see if all the roses had been selected.

"You will be fine now."

The first rose I bought from my child must have been over thirty, but now there are only about half of them.

"But when it fell to the floor, the flowers were very damaged. What?"