Episode 52. That's so petty.
Meson bit his lip as he listened to Noah's words that flowed out slowly.
“Uh... Should I reschedule?”
"Yes. Tell her we'll have lunch together later. Order room service."
“...Would you like to eat here?”
“....”
"Yes."
Noah got up, returned to his room, and lay down on the bed. Blinking lightly, he forced himself to close his eyes, determined to sleep a little longer.
But no matter how much he lay there, he couldn't fall asleep, as if he was already awake.
Finally, about an hour later, Noah left the room and began reading on the living room sofa. As he was soothing himself with a cup of hot black tea, he noticed a slight commotion outside the door.
Noah looked up and looked at the door.
“Did you have a good trip?”
Even his eyebrows twitched slightly at the cheerful greetings from the bodyguards he had never heard of before.
Everyone was excited.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
A clear voice followed, and a bright face somehow came to mind. Then the sound disappeared. It seemed Olivia had gone into her room.
Noah took a sip of his hot tea and lowered his gaze to the book.
Even if they didn't share a single meal together the entire trip, her expression wouldn't change at all. Perhaps, with a bright expression, she'd say, "Do whatever you want."
At that moment, Meson suddenly came out of his room.
"Your Highness, what would you like to order? The chef's recommendation today is sirloin steak with balsamic dressing. We also have a fish-based course. I'll show you the menu."
“Yes. Order the steak.”
“Yes, then I will ask Miss Olivia and order right away.”
Noah nodded dryly and returned his gaze to his book. He then leisurely killed time, enjoying his leisurely time.
While Noah enjoyed his leisurely time, Olivia focused on her lessons with Mrs. Winfred.
Since she had just received training on restaurant etiquette, she reviewed the information and corrected her posture and attitude.
Mrs. Winfred, who had been teaching for a while, checked the time and led Olivia to the dressing table.
“You will soon have lunch with His Highness the Prince, so I will redo your hair.”
Mrs. Winfred skillfully untied Olivia's hair and smoothed it down. Drawing on her experience with her daughters' hair, she tied Olivia's hair back in a loose half-up bun.
The remaining hair was left to naturally blow in the wind, and a light pink lipstick was applied to the lips.
Even so, Olivia looked as lovely as a newly bloomed flower.
Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time. Suddenly, the image of herself she'd encountered at Margot's mansion the day after her visit to the police station overlapped with her own.
Then, a fear of the price yet to be paid surged through her. Something that didn't seem to belong to her filled her surroundings, and she couldn't even sleep last night.
At that moment, Mrs. Winfred gently patted Olivia's shoulder to get her attention.
"How about these clothes? They've set up a table in the corridor outside the ship. I think it suits the sea very well."
Olivia, who had come to her senses, nodded as she met her eyes through the mirror.
“Yes, I will.”
“Get up and see.”
The lady smoothed out the wrinkles in Olivia's skirt and fixed the ribbon on her scarf.
Just then, a woman in a white maid's uniform came in. She spoke with a kind smile on her lips.
“The meal is ready, so you can come out.”
Olivia's heartbeat grew faster.
A person who evokes contradictory feelings, making you curious yet not curious, wanting to loiter in front of him yet wanting to run away.
Olivia took a cautious step, catching her trembling breath.
Beyond the wide-open door, the blue sea and white sunlight sparkled. Olivia tried to walk calmly, holding her clasped hands together.
The moment she stepped through the fragrant entrance and into the outer hallway, Olivia realized that the 'room service' she knew was completely different from the 'room service' the Prince knew.
Olivia stared blankly up at the white visor hanging over her head. The edges of the pristine white visor were adorned with delicate, exotic fringes.
Her gaze slid over the edge of the shade, drawn to a round table covered in a pristine white tablecloth. At the center of the table, a flower centerpiece of purple peonies flaunted its splendid beauty.
“Oh my goodness. This is so cool.”
The employees' faces lit up with smiles at the sincere compliments given with sparkling eyes and a firm handshake.
“Thank you for the compliment, miss.”
Mrs. Winfred also gazed at Olivia with a gentle smile on her lips. It wasn't the attitude one would expect from a noble lady, but it suited Olivia perfectly. Perhaps it was because it was her own pure self.
Just then, the door on the other side burst open, and a man who overwhelmed Olivia's world appeared.
As Noah, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and black suit pants, walked out from under the awning, everyone nodded to him.
Olivia quickly straightened her posture, bending and straightening her knees.
Noah continued walking towards Olivia, his gaze fixed on her stiff, rigid face.
Noah's gaze quickly fell on her blue scarf and then dropped.
It seems like Mrs. Winfred has a certain eye for detail. Olivia seems to look particularly good in ribbons.
Even though he took two steps closer, Olivia couldn't meet his gaze. Close enough to see her delicate eyelashes, Noah extended his hand toward her.
“Liv.”
Only then did Olivia raise her head and face him. Noah Astrid was reflected transparently in her glassy black eyes.
Olivia quickly came to her senses and placed her hand over his. Noah slowly lowered himself, looking at himself in her dark eyes. Then he gave her a brief kiss on her knuckles.
Olivia felt like prey in the lion's claws as she stared into the intense, enveloping eyes.
I need to get used to this guy, but will I ever be able to?
Noah kissed the back of Olivia's hand, then, with fluid, fluid movements, guided her to a chair. His manners were so perfect that even those unfamiliar with etiquette would be stunned.
As he sat down across from Olivia and casually spread out his napkin on his lap, Olivia followed suit, spreading her napkin on her lap, and then carefully raised her eyes.
She gazed at the golden hair, heavy like the setting sun, and barely managed to pull the corners of her lips into a smile.
“Good afternoon, Your Highness.”
Noah watched her lips awkwardly lifted, and he shattered his assumption that Olivia's expression wouldn't change even if they didn't share a single meal together the entire trip.
Maybe she'll be delighted and like it?
“Yeah. It’s a sunny afternoon.”
Noah nodded and gave a brief greeting.
As the two exchanged greetings, the staff deftly placed plates of appetizers in front of them and filled their glasses.
Soon, as Meson gestured to the people, everyone except a few turned and retreated silently.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew, flipping one side of the canopy slightly, and a ray of light suddenly poured in Olivia's direction. Seeing this, Meson immediately reached out and straightened the canopy.
Olivia, who had squinted her eyes against the light that had been pouring in, expressed her gratitude for his kindness.
“Thank you, Meson.”
"You're welcome."
Then, Noah, who was about to eat his pre-meal salad, hardened his face and looked back and forth between Olivia and Meson.
“...Why are you doing that?”
“...??”
They both looked at him with wide eyes and blank expressions, as if they didn't understand what was going on.
The Prince's handsome brow was clearly set in a frown of discontent.
Olivia and Meson, quick-witted, quickly recalled what had just happened and looked at each other, as if they had reached the same conclusion.
Olivia quickly looked around for Mrs. Winfred, but she was already gone.
The Prince didn't say anything, so she could just pretend not to know, but Olivia was the type of person who believed that when you didn't know something, it was best to ask honestly.
“Would it have been rude to call the secretary by your name?”
Meson was startled by her honest question and quickly made excuses.
"Your Highness! Well, I first asked Miss Olivia to call me by my name. It's a bit odd for her to call me 'Hey, Secretary!' and I'm not even 'Lord' or 'Sir,' either. Calling me by my first name is common, isn't it?"
“...Who said what?”
“...”
“...”
You said something with your expression and eyes.
At the Prince's shameless response, Meson and Olivia blinked in bewilderment.
Noah gestured towards Meson, who turned around with a grumpy expression and muttered to himself.
"Oh, you're really being petty here. You used to be so mean, and now you're calling me by my name. Why are you acting like that?"
Meson bit his lip as he listened to Noah's words that flowed out slowly.
“Uh... Should I reschedule?”
"Yes. Tell her we'll have lunch together later. Order room service."
“...Would you like to eat here?”
“....”
"Yes."
Noah got up, returned to his room, and lay down on the bed. Blinking lightly, he forced himself to close his eyes, determined to sleep a little longer.
But no matter how much he lay there, he couldn't fall asleep, as if he was already awake.
Finally, about an hour later, Noah left the room and began reading on the living room sofa. As he was soothing himself with a cup of hot black tea, he noticed a slight commotion outside the door.
Noah looked up and looked at the door.
“Did you have a good trip?”
Even his eyebrows twitched slightly at the cheerful greetings from the bodyguards he had never heard of before.
Everyone was excited.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
A clear voice followed, and a bright face somehow came to mind. Then the sound disappeared. It seemed Olivia had gone into her room.
Noah took a sip of his hot tea and lowered his gaze to the book.
Even if they didn't share a single meal together the entire trip, her expression wouldn't change at all. Perhaps, with a bright expression, she'd say, "Do whatever you want."
At that moment, Meson suddenly came out of his room.
"Your Highness, what would you like to order? The chef's recommendation today is sirloin steak with balsamic dressing. We also have a fish-based course. I'll show you the menu."
“Yes. Order the steak.”
“Yes, then I will ask Miss Olivia and order right away.”
Noah nodded dryly and returned his gaze to his book. He then leisurely killed time, enjoying his leisurely time.
While Noah enjoyed his leisurely time, Olivia focused on her lessons with Mrs. Winfred.
Since she had just received training on restaurant etiquette, she reviewed the information and corrected her posture and attitude.
Mrs. Winfred, who had been teaching for a while, checked the time and led Olivia to the dressing table.
“You will soon have lunch with His Highness the Prince, so I will redo your hair.”
Mrs. Winfred skillfully untied Olivia's hair and smoothed it down. Drawing on her experience with her daughters' hair, she tied Olivia's hair back in a loose half-up bun.
The remaining hair was left to naturally blow in the wind, and a light pink lipstick was applied to the lips.
Even so, Olivia looked as lovely as a newly bloomed flower.
Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time. Suddenly, the image of herself she'd encountered at Margot's mansion the day after her visit to the police station overlapped with her own.
Then, a fear of the price yet to be paid surged through her. Something that didn't seem to belong to her filled her surroundings, and she couldn't even sleep last night.
At that moment, Mrs. Winfred gently patted Olivia's shoulder to get her attention.
"How about these clothes? They've set up a table in the corridor outside the ship. I think it suits the sea very well."
Olivia, who had come to her senses, nodded as she met her eyes through the mirror.
“Yes, I will.”
“Get up and see.”
The lady smoothed out the wrinkles in Olivia's skirt and fixed the ribbon on her scarf.
Just then, a woman in a white maid's uniform came in. She spoke with a kind smile on her lips.
“The meal is ready, so you can come out.”
Olivia's heartbeat grew faster.
A person who evokes contradictory feelings, making you curious yet not curious, wanting to loiter in front of him yet wanting to run away.
Olivia took a cautious step, catching her trembling breath.
Beyond the wide-open door, the blue sea and white sunlight sparkled. Olivia tried to walk calmly, holding her clasped hands together.
The moment she stepped through the fragrant entrance and into the outer hallway, Olivia realized that the 'room service' she knew was completely different from the 'room service' the Prince knew.
Olivia stared blankly up at the white visor hanging over her head. The edges of the pristine white visor were adorned with delicate, exotic fringes.
Her gaze slid over the edge of the shade, drawn to a round table covered in a pristine white tablecloth. At the center of the table, a flower centerpiece of purple peonies flaunted its splendid beauty.
“Oh my goodness. This is so cool.”
The employees' faces lit up with smiles at the sincere compliments given with sparkling eyes and a firm handshake.
“Thank you for the compliment, miss.”
Mrs. Winfred also gazed at Olivia with a gentle smile on her lips. It wasn't the attitude one would expect from a noble lady, but it suited Olivia perfectly. Perhaps it was because it was her own pure self.
Just then, the door on the other side burst open, and a man who overwhelmed Olivia's world appeared.
As Noah, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and black suit pants, walked out from under the awning, everyone nodded to him.
Olivia quickly straightened her posture, bending and straightening her knees.
Noah continued walking towards Olivia, his gaze fixed on her stiff, rigid face.
Noah's gaze quickly fell on her blue scarf and then dropped.
It seems like Mrs. Winfred has a certain eye for detail. Olivia seems to look particularly good in ribbons.
Even though he took two steps closer, Olivia couldn't meet his gaze. Close enough to see her delicate eyelashes, Noah extended his hand toward her.
“Liv.”
Only then did Olivia raise her head and face him. Noah Astrid was reflected transparently in her glassy black eyes.
Olivia quickly came to her senses and placed her hand over his. Noah slowly lowered himself, looking at himself in her dark eyes. Then he gave her a brief kiss on her knuckles.
Olivia felt like prey in the lion's claws as she stared into the intense, enveloping eyes.
I need to get used to this guy, but will I ever be able to?
Noah kissed the back of Olivia's hand, then, with fluid, fluid movements, guided her to a chair. His manners were so perfect that even those unfamiliar with etiquette would be stunned.
As he sat down across from Olivia and casually spread out his napkin on his lap, Olivia followed suit, spreading her napkin on her lap, and then carefully raised her eyes.
She gazed at the golden hair, heavy like the setting sun, and barely managed to pull the corners of her lips into a smile.
“Good afternoon, Your Highness.”
Noah watched her lips awkwardly lifted, and he shattered his assumption that Olivia's expression wouldn't change even if they didn't share a single meal together the entire trip.
Maybe she'll be delighted and like it?
“Yeah. It’s a sunny afternoon.”
Noah nodded and gave a brief greeting.
As the two exchanged greetings, the staff deftly placed plates of appetizers in front of them and filled their glasses.
Soon, as Meson gestured to the people, everyone except a few turned and retreated silently.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew, flipping one side of the canopy slightly, and a ray of light suddenly poured in Olivia's direction. Seeing this, Meson immediately reached out and straightened the canopy.
Olivia, who had squinted her eyes against the light that had been pouring in, expressed her gratitude for his kindness.
“Thank you, Meson.”
"You're welcome."
Then, Noah, who was about to eat his pre-meal salad, hardened his face and looked back and forth between Olivia and Meson.
“...Why are you doing that?”
“...??”
They both looked at him with wide eyes and blank expressions, as if they didn't understand what was going on.
The Prince's handsome brow was clearly set in a frown of discontent.
Olivia and Meson, quick-witted, quickly recalled what had just happened and looked at each other, as if they had reached the same conclusion.
Olivia quickly looked around for Mrs. Winfred, but she was already gone.
The Prince didn't say anything, so she could just pretend not to know, but Olivia was the type of person who believed that when you didn't know something, it was best to ask honestly.
“Would it have been rude to call the secretary by your name?”
Meson was startled by her honest question and quickly made excuses.
"Your Highness! Well, I first asked Miss Olivia to call me by my name. It's a bit odd for her to call me 'Hey, Secretary!' and I'm not even 'Lord' or 'Sir,' either. Calling me by my first name is common, isn't it?"
“...Who said what?”
“...”
“...”
You said something with your expression and eyes.
At the Prince's shameless response, Meson and Olivia blinked in bewilderment.
Noah gestured towards Meson, who turned around with a grumpy expression and muttered to himself.
"Oh, you're really being petty here. You used to be so mean, and now you're calling me by my name. Why are you acting like that?"
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