Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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C188

"It's not as good as Seymour, but the garden here is well-maintained.

Isidor, who was caressing my earlobe, took my hand again and spoke to me kindly. On the snow-covered garden path, as delicate as silk, our footprints were engraved side by side.

"But there are no trees in this area."

"Oh, I left the garden and the empty glass greenhouse to make a new one. When spring comes, I'll call in a plant expert and actively decorate it."

"Why a flower garden all of a sudden?"

"I heard that the princess likes to see flowers."

"You don't need a new one just because of my flower observation..."

"Well, you don't have to do it. You can look at yourself in the mirror every morning."

"What?"

"They say the princess is a thousand times more dazzling than a flower."

"Hey, stop it!"

In the end, when I couldn't resist the embarrassment and squeezed his hand, he closed his mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. I was so moved that I couldn't speak. It seems like you're getting stronger, so you'll live a longer and healthier life with me."

Isidor, who said something she didn't understand whether it was serious or a joke, naturally escorted her into the mansion.

"There are very few servants today."

"I wanted to spend the holidays with the minimum number of people. It's the end of the year... I don't want to be bothered because there are many fans..."

While taking off the soaked coat, he added something small.

"By the way, when do you rest?"

"I'm going to take a long vacation at the beginning of the year. Why don't we go out to play together after talking?"

"Great."

While removing his leather gloves with a smile, Isidor's cheeks gradually reddened, and he tilted his head.

"Why?"

"The ring, I didn't know you were wearing it."

"I always wear it."

"...right. Always."

He was so clever before, but it's cute to see him rubbing his neck, not knowing what to do with just one ring.

"Hmm! Come this way."

"Yes."

He took the lead with a persistent blushing face.

As I passed through the hallway decorated with all kinds of treasures and reached the hall with a large sofa, something ran in front of me with a loud noise.

Quickly, I held Cookie, hanging from my skirt, in my arms and gently stroked its fur.

"Long time no see."

"Tch. That's my seat."

Isidor touched Cookie's pink nose and lightly tapped it.

"Princess, do you want tea or juice?"

"I would like some juice."

I sat on the comfortable sofa and looked around the room, while stroking Cookie.

It was winter, and the floor was covered with thick carpets, and the large fireplace was filled with firewood, giving it a year-end atmosphere. And meanwhile, there was something that stood out.