“Yeah. I’ll see you in the morning too, here.”
The soft voice, like a breath, was dizzying.
I think I understand the normal meaning, but I don't know what that unusual man means.
Noah's words and actions are always questionable, as his intentions are always unclear. It's impossible to know what he's thinking. Therefore, I can't draw any hasty conclusions or even utter them.
Noah leaned against the wall, arms folded, waiting for my conclusion.
I stood dumbfounded in front of a man who smiled elegantly.
Compared to the relaxed person, I became increasingly impatient and ended up saying it out loud.
“Are you going to sleep well here?”
“I didn’t say anything like that, but do you want that?”
Noah quickly seized on my thoughtless question. He had a knack for getting what he wanted out of me. He strode in without hesitation, plopped down on the edge of the bed, and thumped the sheets as if to beckon me over.
“I like it. Come quickly.”
“Hiccup.”
I hiccuped in embarrassment. If I didn't answer positively, he might ask me this with a blank expression.
"You said you loved me? That was a lie, after all."
I shook my head and waved my hands wildly, as if trying to dispel my anxious imagination. After experiencing a few failed predictions, I felt relieved that I wasn't so crazy. Maybe my brain was just messed up after all.
“How can an unmarried man and woman be in the same room!”
I wasn't usually this conservative, but I blurted out anything to get his way. Noah closed his mouth and let out a huff.
“We’re going to be married tomorrow, but can’t we have at least a day left?”
“I want to take my time getting married. How about dating a bit more?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’re dating.”
Then what was our relationship? I stared at him with bewildered eyes.
"Even though we're dating, can't we be in the same room? We're not going to do anything. Don't you trust me?"
I don't believe it, of course.
How do you survive the test of love or death all night long?
“I’m conservative.”
“Was it the Conservative Party? They rejected everything.”
“No... that’s not the kind of compensation.”
Noah brought a rocking chair and placed it next to the bed, then sat down and leaned back.
“Then I’ll go and watch you sleep.”
“Yes, please.”
I answered nonchalantly and lay down on the bed. Noah, looking slightly dissatisfied, pulled the blanket up to my chin and sat back down in the chair. "I can at least show you how to sleep."
He slumped listlessly and creaked his chair.
The squeaking of the chair is loud! It must be a sign of dissatisfaction with the continued rejection.
"Noah, the sound of the chair is really bothering me. I can't sleep like this."
“I’m not going to let you sleep today.”
The words, spoken with a restrained expression, held a strangely unsettling air. If I responded to those words, I might be nitpicked again.
“What did I do wrong?”
“The Princess proposed first and then broke off the engagement right away.”
“Why are you making me into a bad woman...?”
“Why do you make me sad?”
Noah's expression was so sad it seemed genuine. I slowly sat up and looked at Noah, who was leaning back in his chair.
“Are you having trouble sleeping?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep because my engagement was broken off.”
“I didn’t break off the engagement. I just said we’d do it later.”
"I know."
Noah bent down and rested his head on my lap. I could see his profile, his hair tilted to the other side. Suddenly, I felt the urge to touch his hair. As I carefully stroked his soft locks, Noah's eyes turned to me.
“Diana.”
"Yes?"
I was startled and pulled my hand away, but Noah grabbed my wrist and continued stroking his head.
“Don’t you need me?”
“No, I need you.”
“You said you loved me.”
Noah sat up, his eyes sad and his voice sleepy.
“You act like you’ll be okay without me.”
“It’s not okay...”
With his sensual appearance and languid voice, he displays a yearning demeanor, yet never crosses a certain line, giving him the impression of asceticism. Furthermore, his expressions of frustration are not at all threatening.
The bottom line is, I have no idea what's going on with this guy. He must have a reason for doing this to me.
I'm also afraid that once I get what I want, I'll turn away and change my expression, saying that I've achieved my goal.
Even in the original text, the part where he turns cold towards Celine was very heartbreaking, so it would be terrible if it happened in real life.
Of course, he didn't act like this towards Celine, but he was so charming that he only made her misunderstand with his ambiguous words and attitude.
"Did I get it wrong? This is hilarious."
The scene where the kind gaze changed to sarcasm and contempt was even creepy.
“Hey, Noah.”
I was about to ask about something I desperately wanted to know, but didn't want to know.
"Yes."
Noah waited for me to speak with kind eyes.
“Do you like me?”
At my question, the corners of his mouth rose elegantly, and a faint dimple appeared.
“Yeah, I like you. That’s why I don’t want the Princess to die.”
Noah's answer brought relief, but it also made me want to run away. He didn't know why he liked me. That one fact overwhelmed me with a baseless fear, filling me with a current of anxiety. Ultimately, I couldn't believe his words, but even then, my heart pounded wildly, pounding against my chest. Perhaps it was a feeling of uneasy excitement.
“So don’t leave me and go anywhere.”
It sounded so sincere that it took my breath away. Was he saying he loved me so much he'd kill me if I ran away? It was hard to tell if it was an abnormal possessiveness or if he was protecting me from the admiral who was after me. He had said this at first.
'The person who came to save me'.
I forced a smile on my face, feeling confused and confused in front of this insane man.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
The words "I like you" pierced deep into my lungs, making me feel ticklish and uncomfortable.
“Go to sleep now. You must be tired.”
Noah got up, pulled the blanket over me, and carefully covered me before leaving the room. For the first time, the room he'd left felt empty and lonely. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the loneliness I'd forgotten gripping me.
"I like being alone. I find it so much fun. That pretty crazy boy enjoys my flustered reactions..."
I muttered to myself, as if brainwashing myself, and awakened my true nature. If you don't care about someone in the first place, you won't get hurt. I don't want to feel like I've cared about someone and then ended up being left alone.
So, it's better to be alone from the start. When my parents suddenly passed away in an accident, they left me with a huge insurance payout and inheritance, but after that, everything felt empty.
So I lived my life superficially accommodating people, caring nothing about anyone. I rationalized my selfish desire for him to like me as simply a matter of survival.
One late morning, I lazily woke up. While I was having a simple meal of soup and bread, Noah came in and sat down next to me. He must have been out somewhere since morning.
“I got your citizenship.”
Noah pulled something out of his coat pocket and held it out. It was a small notebook, similar to a passport. Its navy blue cover bore the Frogen flag emblem.
“Because I can’t just use the admiral’s last name.”
Diana Parsene.
I didn't know my birthday, but December 25th is Christmas. I don't know if he knew and wrote it down or if he just chose it. I was a little impressed by Noah's ability to obtain citizenship so easily.
Of course, what can't be achieved with power and money? Noah, sitting next to me and reading the newspaper, read a sentence aloud.
“Captain Shepherd said to Black Shepherd, ‘You may go into the wolf territory.’”
It was like a line from a fairy tale. The voice was subtly subdued.
“Is this a fairy tale?”
"Yeah. It's serialized in the newspaper. I'll read it to you before you go to bed."
Reading a fairy tale about a puppy. The more I experience this man, the more I discover new sides to him.
“Yes. I like dogs too. But when are we going back?”
At my question, Noah poked his head out of the newspaper and smiled.
“I’ll be here for a while.”
"Why?"
"You haven't even been to a Princess ball. You have to have a coming-of-age ceremony."
In the original, the ball held on Celine's high-society debut was described as a bustling crowd, and her coming-of-age ceremony held at the mansion was described as extravagant. Diana, discriminated against as a kitchen maid, would naturally have avoided such a thing.
“How do you know?”
“I know everything.”
"So how do you know?" I asked with a look on my face, but Noah didn't answer. He neatly folded the newspaper he was reading and pushed it aside.
"I'll take you to the ball and throw you a coming-of-age ceremony on Christmas Day. I won't throw you a debut event, since your main goal is to find a husband."
“You didn’t bring a single dress?”
“You can just buy a new one.”
The leisured are different. I'm in poverty here. I remember buying a ton of clothes, shoes, and bags in my old life, only to leave them unopened. It was a life of emptiness and futility, a life filled with nothingness.
I also had the complacent thought that my current passive life, where someone takes care of me, was better than back then.
"You can go to the royal ball tomorrow. While I'm out running errands, you can go shopping. You have to spend the entire amount I gave you."
He keeps me busy, moving, and distracted. He does it all on his own, but it's for my own good, so I have nothing to say.
He is a strange person.
After finishing breakfast, I stopped by a famous tailor shop with my butler, maid, and servant.
Noah had set aside an exorbitant amount of money, so I had to buy a ton of dresses, shoes, hats, and accessories to match my eye color and hair color. Concerned that this might cause trouble later, I exclaimed, "This is enough!" But the butler assured me that if I didn't spend all of it, I wouldn't be safe.
While I was selecting pajamas to fill the bill, the maid recommended a very revealing slip, which startled me. After paying, the maids and servants loaded a large carriage with luggage and set off, and I climbed into the chauffeured car.
My back hurts from trying on so many dresses, like playing dress-up. I've never been to a ball before, and I can't dance, so what's the point of going?
But Noah was a man of integrity. He had already invited a noble lady to teach me how to dance. Countess Elizabeth Morey, who had been waiting for me at the mansion, was a refined and beautiful woman.
“If you just know the basic steps, the gentleman will lead you.”
“Gentleman...”
The soft voice, like a breath, was dizzying.
I think I understand the normal meaning, but I don't know what that unusual man means.
Noah's words and actions are always questionable, as his intentions are always unclear. It's impossible to know what he's thinking. Therefore, I can't draw any hasty conclusions or even utter them.
Noah leaned against the wall, arms folded, waiting for my conclusion.
I stood dumbfounded in front of a man who smiled elegantly.
Compared to the relaxed person, I became increasingly impatient and ended up saying it out loud.
“Are you going to sleep well here?”
“I didn’t say anything like that, but do you want that?”
Noah quickly seized on my thoughtless question. He had a knack for getting what he wanted out of me. He strode in without hesitation, plopped down on the edge of the bed, and thumped the sheets as if to beckon me over.
“I like it. Come quickly.”
“Hiccup.”
I hiccuped in embarrassment. If I didn't answer positively, he might ask me this with a blank expression.
"You said you loved me? That was a lie, after all."
I shook my head and waved my hands wildly, as if trying to dispel my anxious imagination. After experiencing a few failed predictions, I felt relieved that I wasn't so crazy. Maybe my brain was just messed up after all.
“How can an unmarried man and woman be in the same room!”
I wasn't usually this conservative, but I blurted out anything to get his way. Noah closed his mouth and let out a huff.
“We’re going to be married tomorrow, but can’t we have at least a day left?”
“I want to take my time getting married. How about dating a bit more?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’re dating.”
Then what was our relationship? I stared at him with bewildered eyes.
"Even though we're dating, can't we be in the same room? We're not going to do anything. Don't you trust me?"
I don't believe it, of course.
How do you survive the test of love or death all night long?
“I’m conservative.”
“Was it the Conservative Party? They rejected everything.”
“No... that’s not the kind of compensation.”
Noah brought a rocking chair and placed it next to the bed, then sat down and leaned back.
“Then I’ll go and watch you sleep.”
“Yes, please.”
I answered nonchalantly and lay down on the bed. Noah, looking slightly dissatisfied, pulled the blanket up to my chin and sat back down in the chair. "I can at least show you how to sleep."
He slumped listlessly and creaked his chair.
The squeaking of the chair is loud! It must be a sign of dissatisfaction with the continued rejection.
"Noah, the sound of the chair is really bothering me. I can't sleep like this."
“I’m not going to let you sleep today.”
The words, spoken with a restrained expression, held a strangely unsettling air. If I responded to those words, I might be nitpicked again.
“What did I do wrong?”
“The Princess proposed first and then broke off the engagement right away.”
“Why are you making me into a bad woman...?”
“Why do you make me sad?”
Noah's expression was so sad it seemed genuine. I slowly sat up and looked at Noah, who was leaning back in his chair.
“Are you having trouble sleeping?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep because my engagement was broken off.”
“I didn’t break off the engagement. I just said we’d do it later.”
"I know."
Noah bent down and rested his head on my lap. I could see his profile, his hair tilted to the other side. Suddenly, I felt the urge to touch his hair. As I carefully stroked his soft locks, Noah's eyes turned to me.
“Diana.”
"Yes?"
I was startled and pulled my hand away, but Noah grabbed my wrist and continued stroking his head.
“Don’t you need me?”
“No, I need you.”
“You said you loved me.”
Noah sat up, his eyes sad and his voice sleepy.
“You act like you’ll be okay without me.”
“It’s not okay...”
With his sensual appearance and languid voice, he displays a yearning demeanor, yet never crosses a certain line, giving him the impression of asceticism. Furthermore, his expressions of frustration are not at all threatening.
The bottom line is, I have no idea what's going on with this guy. He must have a reason for doing this to me.
I'm also afraid that once I get what I want, I'll turn away and change my expression, saying that I've achieved my goal.
Even in the original text, the part where he turns cold towards Celine was very heartbreaking, so it would be terrible if it happened in real life.
Of course, he didn't act like this towards Celine, but he was so charming that he only made her misunderstand with his ambiguous words and attitude.
"Did I get it wrong? This is hilarious."
The scene where the kind gaze changed to sarcasm and contempt was even creepy.
“Hey, Noah.”
I was about to ask about something I desperately wanted to know, but didn't want to know.
"Yes."
Noah waited for me to speak with kind eyes.
“Do you like me?”
At my question, the corners of his mouth rose elegantly, and a faint dimple appeared.
“Yeah, I like you. That’s why I don’t want the Princess to die.”
Noah's answer brought relief, but it also made me want to run away. He didn't know why he liked me. That one fact overwhelmed me with a baseless fear, filling me with a current of anxiety. Ultimately, I couldn't believe his words, but even then, my heart pounded wildly, pounding against my chest. Perhaps it was a feeling of uneasy excitement.
“So don’t leave me and go anywhere.”
It sounded so sincere that it took my breath away. Was he saying he loved me so much he'd kill me if I ran away? It was hard to tell if it was an abnormal possessiveness or if he was protecting me from the admiral who was after me. He had said this at first.
'The person who came to save me'.
I forced a smile on my face, feeling confused and confused in front of this insane man.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
The words "I like you" pierced deep into my lungs, making me feel ticklish and uncomfortable.
“Go to sleep now. You must be tired.”
Noah got up, pulled the blanket over me, and carefully covered me before leaving the room. For the first time, the room he'd left felt empty and lonely. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the loneliness I'd forgotten gripping me.
"I like being alone. I find it so much fun. That pretty crazy boy enjoys my flustered reactions..."
I muttered to myself, as if brainwashing myself, and awakened my true nature. If you don't care about someone in the first place, you won't get hurt. I don't want to feel like I've cared about someone and then ended up being left alone.
So, it's better to be alone from the start. When my parents suddenly passed away in an accident, they left me with a huge insurance payout and inheritance, but after that, everything felt empty.
So I lived my life superficially accommodating people, caring nothing about anyone. I rationalized my selfish desire for him to like me as simply a matter of survival.
***
One late morning, I lazily woke up. While I was having a simple meal of soup and bread, Noah came in and sat down next to me. He must have been out somewhere since morning.
“I got your citizenship.”
Noah pulled something out of his coat pocket and held it out. It was a small notebook, similar to a passport. Its navy blue cover bore the Frogen flag emblem.
“Because I can’t just use the admiral’s last name.”
Diana Parsene.
I didn't know my birthday, but December 25th is Christmas. I don't know if he knew and wrote it down or if he just chose it. I was a little impressed by Noah's ability to obtain citizenship so easily.
Of course, what can't be achieved with power and money? Noah, sitting next to me and reading the newspaper, read a sentence aloud.
“Captain Shepherd said to Black Shepherd, ‘You may go into the wolf territory.’”
It was like a line from a fairy tale. The voice was subtly subdued.
“Is this a fairy tale?”
"Yeah. It's serialized in the newspaper. I'll read it to you before you go to bed."
Reading a fairy tale about a puppy. The more I experience this man, the more I discover new sides to him.
“Yes. I like dogs too. But when are we going back?”
At my question, Noah poked his head out of the newspaper and smiled.
“I’ll be here for a while.”
"Why?"
"You haven't even been to a Princess ball. You have to have a coming-of-age ceremony."
In the original, the ball held on Celine's high-society debut was described as a bustling crowd, and her coming-of-age ceremony held at the mansion was described as extravagant. Diana, discriminated against as a kitchen maid, would naturally have avoided such a thing.
“How do you know?”
“I know everything.”
"So how do you know?" I asked with a look on my face, but Noah didn't answer. He neatly folded the newspaper he was reading and pushed it aside.
"I'll take you to the ball and throw you a coming-of-age ceremony on Christmas Day. I won't throw you a debut event, since your main goal is to find a husband."
“You didn’t bring a single dress?”
“You can just buy a new one.”
The leisured are different. I'm in poverty here. I remember buying a ton of clothes, shoes, and bags in my old life, only to leave them unopened. It was a life of emptiness and futility, a life filled with nothingness.
I also had the complacent thought that my current passive life, where someone takes care of me, was better than back then.
"You can go to the royal ball tomorrow. While I'm out running errands, you can go shopping. You have to spend the entire amount I gave you."
He keeps me busy, moving, and distracted. He does it all on his own, but it's for my own good, so I have nothing to say.
He is a strange person.
After finishing breakfast, I stopped by a famous tailor shop with my butler, maid, and servant.
Noah had set aside an exorbitant amount of money, so I had to buy a ton of dresses, shoes, hats, and accessories to match my eye color and hair color. Concerned that this might cause trouble later, I exclaimed, "This is enough!" But the butler assured me that if I didn't spend all of it, I wouldn't be safe.
While I was selecting pajamas to fill the bill, the maid recommended a very revealing slip, which startled me. After paying, the maids and servants loaded a large carriage with luggage and set off, and I climbed into the chauffeured car.
My back hurts from trying on so many dresses, like playing dress-up. I've never been to a ball before, and I can't dance, so what's the point of going?
But Noah was a man of integrity. He had already invited a noble lady to teach me how to dance. Countess Elizabeth Morey, who had been waiting for me at the mansion, was a refined and beautiful woman.
“If you just know the basic steps, the gentleman will lead you.”
“Gentleman...”
I didn't know what to do when Noah asked me to dance. After learning the dance, learning the etiquette, and the unspoken rules of ballroom etiquette, the sun had already set.
“Have a meal before you go.”
“No, my husband is waiting at home. He said he’s really tired.”
The Countess, who had covered her mouth and was smiling elegantly, left in the car she had come in.
I ate dinner alone and remembered the shy smile of the Countess of Morey.
Someone was waiting at home. A feeling I'd been ignoring welled up inside me, but I forced myself to suppress it. After dinner, I went up to my room, washed up, read a book, and enjoyed some alone time. Then, suddenly, feeling like I wasn't alone, I stared blankly at the door, but there was no one.
Someone else kept trying to intrude into my lonely world, where I was the only one. That someone was gradually taking away more and more of me, filling the void with themselves. They were infiltrating me, without permission, carelessly, yet gently. It's unsettling to have someone become a part of my world.
Because I don't want it to become everything.
I put my hands on my face, took a deep breath, and then exhaled with a choked breath, as if I was trying to stop a sneeze.
Knock knock.
A knock on the door, as if to break my turmoil, came. I jumped up and opened the door, and a maid offered to make me a bed. It was just an excuse, for what she held in her hand was the racy slip I'd recommended earlier.
“They gave me some as a bonus, so I took it without anyone noticing.”
The maid smiled meaningfully. She must have thought I was embarrassed and refused to buy it.
This maid... is thinking too deeply for nothing.
“It's absurd!”
I quickly snatched the slip away, intending to hide it somewhere out of sight.
“What’s so absurd?”
A familiar voice interrupted. Noah, whose arrival I had no idea when, was standing behind the maid, watching me. His gaze fell on the slip in my hand. The maid bowed.
“I will go, Miss.”
No! Don't make the atmosphere like this all of a sudden and just leave! After the maid left, I hid the tattered piece of cloth behind my back and pretended not to know anything.
“What is that?”
“Hand towel.”
“Does the Princess clean too?”
“Because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.”
“How absurd is a hand towel?”
The slip in my hand had been in his in the blink of an eye. Noah unfolded the outrageous rag without hesitation.
“What a... amazing move.”
“Give it to me!”
Having been caught in a lewd nightgown with a pornographic book, I must have been branded a woman who was out in the open. Shame washed over me, and my face turned red like a tomato.
I tried to snatch it away, jumping up and down in a clumsy manner, but it was held high like a flag, so I couldn't reach it. Noah, who had been looking down on me as if teasing me for being short, smirked.
“Are you trying to seduce me? Oh my god.”
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