Episode 91. The Realization of a Secret Dream
But suddenly, Noah lifted his head, parted his lips, and looked down at Olivia with a dark gaze. He gently placed his hand on her cheek, then tilted his head slightly.
“Did you wait outside for a long time?”
Olivia's eyes widened, then she nodded as if realizing something.
“On the balcony.”
Noah opened his eyes dimly and turned his head to look at the balcony. He could almost see the afterimage of Olivia standing there. He turned his head and gazed down at Olivia, whom he held in his arms.
“You know when I’ll come, so wait.”
“I was just wondering if you could come. You won’t be able to sleep right away.”
As Olivia murmured, glancing down, Noah slowly brushed his thumb across her lips. The warm breath that escaped through her slightly parted teeth tickled his fingertips, and the smile vanished completely from Noah's face.
Noah's gaze slid from her lips to the pale nape of her neck. Beneath her softly shaded collarbone, her heaving chest rose and fell with each breath.
Olivia quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it as Noah's long fingers slowly slid from the nape of her neck to her neatly raised collarbone and then to her swollen mound.
“Mrs. Betty will be here soon!”
"She's the kind of person who'll just stand outside the door and say you're ready. And if you thought you'd die wearing that corset, why are you still wearing it at this hour?"
While Olivia held one of his hands, Noah deftly unbuttoned the button on her back with the other. When asked to fasten it, he'd back away, saying he couldn't, but undoing it seemed remarkably easy.
“Who would do something like this, huh?”
“What about me?!”
Noah smiled, tilted his head, and kissed Olivia's lips. As he did, the dress slid down, and with a merciless hand, Noah untied the corset that had been squeezing Olivia.
As the corset disappeared, a languid sense of liberation washed over her. Olivia rested her head on Noah's chest, letting all the strength drain from her body.
But where the corset had disappeared, a red fan mark remained clearly visible.
Noah frowned and gazed down at the marks on her back. The mere sight of them was breathtaking.
He took a step back to check the marks on Olivia's stomach and chest, but Olivia quickly covered her chest.
“It’s embarrassing!”
“Did Countess Timberline tell you to wear this all day?!”
When Olivia just blinked and said nothing, Noah pressed his fingers into the dents with a serious expression.
"If it's this tight, it won't bleed. If it doesn't bleed, it'll rot."
“Noah, it’s a leap.”
"Leap? Do you know how deep the scars on your body are right now?!"
There was definitely anger in his voice, but for some reason, it was so pleasing to hear.
If she said, 'I had a hard time today!', she thought he would get angry and say, 'Who made it hard for you?'
It seemed like he would definitely be on her side.
“Who tightened this like this...!!”
Olivia snuggled into Noah's arms and hugged his back.
Noah, about to lash out, trailed off at Olivia's burrowing into his arms. He blinked slowly, his face expressionless. A hand gently cupped his back, causing a pang in his chest. At the same time, his entire body boiled like molten iron in a furnace.
“It makes people go crazy.”
Olivia's head shot up at the dry voice. At the same time, her body jerked upward.
“Noah!”
“Since you started the fire, you’re also responsible for putting it out, right?”
Then, without giving her time to answer, he swallowed her lips.
The hot breath that flowed over their red lips mingled and mingled again. At those moments, all the worries and concerns of the world swept away, leaving only the two of them.
Noah slowly stroked Olivia's back. He explored the soft, raised area, brushing it, and gazed into her dark, clouded eyes.
Noah Astrid, who was bored because he didn't belong anywhere, existed inside her round, beautiful black eyes.
“Noah...”
His whole body felt like melting as he heard his name flowing from her lips.
The past two years.
In the days after Olivia left, he saw her in his dreams several times. Ironically, he even touched and held her in his dreams. Like a teenage boy, he was constantly feverish.
He couldn't have felt more disgusted after waking up.
I heard you are living freely there.
I heard you became a professor.
So you'll be happy, and Herod's Noah Astrid won't even be in your sights.
Why am I holding onto your afterimage and doing this crazy thing?
So Noah felt a wicked delight in seeing her weeping incessantly as she walked along the old stone path. He felt relief at her misfortune.
'I can take you.'
Noah pulled Olivia closer and buried himself in her. A fresh voice whispered sweetly into his ear.
He let out a low groan as a thrill he had never felt before ran through his body.
As Olivia turned her head to the side, Noah turned her face and kissed her.
“Look at me, Olivia. Don’t turn away.”
Olivia, Olivia, Liv.
Noah constantly called her name, confirming his presence in her eyes and confirming his presence with her voice.
“Ah... Noah...”
A night was flowing by, as if he was going to die, crushed by a voice so weak it seemed like it would break.
The next morning, Noah prepared for work early, just like the day before. Meson muttered softly, listening to the swear words Noah had spewed throughout the day.
“If insults could kill, Ansen Wilhelm would have been ground to dust.”
Even today, he was scheduled to have dinner with Libero Aquitaine.
“I’ll be late today, so don’t wait up.”
"All right."
“And don’t wear that corset too tight. You said it was hard, but why are you wearing it so early in the morning?”
“Because I’m still adapting.”
Noah looked at the clothes that looked extremely uncomfortable, then put on the jacket she handed him.
“Oh, right, Noah. I have a question for you.”
"Say it."
“Is the mansion uncomfortable for you to live in?”
Noah, who was looking in the mirror, turned around and looked at Olivia.
"Not at all."
“Where do you feel like something is missing?”
"Not really? Why, what do you want to fix? Then fix it however you want. Except for my office and this bedroom."
“So you don’t feel the need for it? Even when others see it, the mansion doesn’t look untidy, does it?”
Noah opened his eyes dimly, looked at Olivia, and then said abruptly.
“It seems that Mrs. Timberline is finding fault with the mansion.”
“I asked because I was curious. Please go ahead.”
As Olivia smiled and led him, Noah kept pace with her. Just before boarding the carriage, he whispered in Olivia's ear.
"If you're offended, it means the other person is acting like a dog. You're the superior, and the standards are yours. If they're offending you, don't hold back. Fight back. How dare they speak like that in my own house?"
But suddenly, Noah lifted his head, parted his lips, and looked down at Olivia with a dark gaze. He gently placed his hand on her cheek, then tilted his head slightly.
“Did you wait outside for a long time?”
Olivia's eyes widened, then she nodded as if realizing something.
“On the balcony.”
Noah opened his eyes dimly and turned his head to look at the balcony. He could almost see the afterimage of Olivia standing there. He turned his head and gazed down at Olivia, whom he held in his arms.
“You know when I’ll come, so wait.”
“I was just wondering if you could come. You won’t be able to sleep right away.”
As Olivia murmured, glancing down, Noah slowly brushed his thumb across her lips. The warm breath that escaped through her slightly parted teeth tickled his fingertips, and the smile vanished completely from Noah's face.
Noah's gaze slid from her lips to the pale nape of her neck. Beneath her softly shaded collarbone, her heaving chest rose and fell with each breath.
Olivia quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it as Noah's long fingers slowly slid from the nape of her neck to her neatly raised collarbone and then to her swollen mound.
“Mrs. Betty will be here soon!”
"She's the kind of person who'll just stand outside the door and say you're ready. And if you thought you'd die wearing that corset, why are you still wearing it at this hour?"
While Olivia held one of his hands, Noah deftly unbuttoned the button on her back with the other. When asked to fasten it, he'd back away, saying he couldn't, but undoing it seemed remarkably easy.
“Who would do something like this, huh?”
“What about me?!”
Noah smiled, tilted his head, and kissed Olivia's lips. As he did, the dress slid down, and with a merciless hand, Noah untied the corset that had been squeezing Olivia.
As the corset disappeared, a languid sense of liberation washed over her. Olivia rested her head on Noah's chest, letting all the strength drain from her body.
But where the corset had disappeared, a red fan mark remained clearly visible.
Noah frowned and gazed down at the marks on her back. The mere sight of them was breathtaking.
He took a step back to check the marks on Olivia's stomach and chest, but Olivia quickly covered her chest.
“It’s embarrassing!”
“Did Countess Timberline tell you to wear this all day?!”
When Olivia just blinked and said nothing, Noah pressed his fingers into the dents with a serious expression.
"If it's this tight, it won't bleed. If it doesn't bleed, it'll rot."
“Noah, it’s a leap.”
"Leap? Do you know how deep the scars on your body are right now?!"
There was definitely anger in his voice, but for some reason, it was so pleasing to hear.
If she said, 'I had a hard time today!', she thought he would get angry and say, 'Who made it hard for you?'
It seemed like he would definitely be on her side.
“Who tightened this like this...!!”
Olivia snuggled into Noah's arms and hugged his back.
Noah, about to lash out, trailed off at Olivia's burrowing into his arms. He blinked slowly, his face expressionless. A hand gently cupped his back, causing a pang in his chest. At the same time, his entire body boiled like molten iron in a furnace.
“It makes people go crazy.”
Olivia's head shot up at the dry voice. At the same time, her body jerked upward.
“Noah!”
“Since you started the fire, you’re also responsible for putting it out, right?”
Then, without giving her time to answer, he swallowed her lips.
The hot breath that flowed over their red lips mingled and mingled again. At those moments, all the worries and concerns of the world swept away, leaving only the two of them.
Noah slowly stroked Olivia's back. He explored the soft, raised area, brushing it, and gazed into her dark, clouded eyes.
Noah Astrid, who was bored because he didn't belong anywhere, existed inside her round, beautiful black eyes.
“Noah...”
His whole body felt like melting as he heard his name flowing from her lips.
The past two years.
In the days after Olivia left, he saw her in his dreams several times. Ironically, he even touched and held her in his dreams. Like a teenage boy, he was constantly feverish.
He couldn't have felt more disgusted after waking up.
I heard you are living freely there.
I heard you became a professor.
So you'll be happy, and Herod's Noah Astrid won't even be in your sights.
Why am I holding onto your afterimage and doing this crazy thing?
So Noah felt a wicked delight in seeing her weeping incessantly as she walked along the old stone path. He felt relief at her misfortune.
'I can take you.'
Noah pulled Olivia closer and buried himself in her. A fresh voice whispered sweetly into his ear.
He let out a low groan as a thrill he had never felt before ran through his body.
As Olivia turned her head to the side, Noah turned her face and kissed her.
“Look at me, Olivia. Don’t turn away.”
Olivia, Olivia, Liv.
Noah constantly called her name, confirming his presence in her eyes and confirming his presence with her voice.
“Ah... Noah...”
A night was flowing by, as if he was going to die, crushed by a voice so weak it seemed like it would break.
The next morning, Noah prepared for work early, just like the day before. Meson muttered softly, listening to the swear words Noah had spewed throughout the day.
“If insults could kill, Ansen Wilhelm would have been ground to dust.”
Even today, he was scheduled to have dinner with Libero Aquitaine.
“I’ll be late today, so don’t wait up.”
"All right."
“And don’t wear that corset too tight. You said it was hard, but why are you wearing it so early in the morning?”
“Because I’m still adapting.”
Noah looked at the clothes that looked extremely uncomfortable, then put on the jacket she handed him.
“Oh, right, Noah. I have a question for you.”
"Say it."
“Is the mansion uncomfortable for you to live in?”
Noah, who was looking in the mirror, turned around and looked at Olivia.
"Not at all."
“Where do you feel like something is missing?”
"Not really? Why, what do you want to fix? Then fix it however you want. Except for my office and this bedroom."
“So you don’t feel the need for it? Even when others see it, the mansion doesn’t look untidy, does it?”
Noah opened his eyes dimly, looked at Olivia, and then said abruptly.
“It seems that Mrs. Timberline is finding fault with the mansion.”
“I asked because I was curious. Please go ahead.”
As Olivia smiled and led him, Noah kept pace with her. Just before boarding the carriage, he whispered in Olivia's ear.
"If you're offended, it means the other person is acting like a dog. You're the superior, and the standards are yours. If they're offending you, don't hold back. Fight back. How dare they speak like that in my own house?"
“Yes. I’ll be wise.”
“And those clothes... no.”
Noah climbed into the carriage, glancing disapprovingly at Olivia's breasts. Why were those damn dresses always like that?
“Have a nice trip!”
Still, Noah's mood brightened as she saw him off with a cheerful smile. But then he was soon stuck in the mud.
Libero Aquitaine, because he was already gloomy about how long the evening with this leech-like child would last.
When will I be able to return home?
A few hours after Noah left for work, a dazzlingly dressed Countess Timberline entered the Prince's mansion.
The beautiful mansion, gleaming in ivory, was practically untouched.
Noah Astrid was a sensitive person, and from childhood he grew up seeing only all kinds of noble things, and had a unique aesthetic sense.
If Noah is living in such a place with such satisfaction, then how high must the standard be?
However, Countess Timberline's ultimate goal was to secure the position of Princess Olivia's close maid of honor. To do so, she had to eliminate everyone around her. She had to be the only one left, so the unsuspecting Princess would be subservient to her.
In that sense, he was thinking of getting rid of that woman named Betty first.
'I must hold the Princess in my hand and shake her. If I can just establish myself here, my children can also become nobles of the capital.'
The Astel region, home to the Count of Timberlin, was a quaint, rural area. Her husband was adamant that the hustle and bustle of the capital was a real abomination. For her, who desperately wanted to return to the capital, the Queen's offer was a truly sweet one.
“Are you here, Countess Timberline?”
Mrs. Betty rushed out and bowed her head, but Mrs. Timberline straightened her expression and brushed past her.
She walked briskly through the hall and up the stairs, then suddenly stopped and grabbed the curtain hanging by the hallway window.
Mrs. Betty, who had been following her, froze in her tracks. Sure enough, the Countess began to fiddle with the curtains, sniffed, and muttered something with a hint of contempt.
"Oh, my god."
The servants passing by in the hallway also looked at her with anxious eyes. Mrs. Timberline groaned and paced back and forth, checking the curtains, then suddenly turned her head to glare at Mrs. Betty.
“Look here. When on earth were these curtains last washed?!”
“...I replaced it two weeks ago in preparation for winter.”
"Two weeks? Lies are just a matter of proportion. Do you think I'm a fool?"
“...”
“Take down all the curtains and put up new ones right now. Don’t you have any extra ones?!”
Mrs. Betty looked puzzled for a moment, then opened her mouth.
“Then I will ask Her Highness first.”
At that moment, a sharp sword flew in.
Match!
With a chilling sound, Mrs. Betty's cheek turned to one side. The blow was strong enough to stagger her body, but she quickly regained her composure. Her hair was disheveled, and her cheek quickly swelled.
Still, Mrs. Timberline kept grumbling, as if her anger was not subsiding.
"I've come to teach Her Highness the various knowledge of noble society! As a hostess, decorating the house is of utmost importance. Do as I say! I will personally explain to Her Highness."
“...”
“What are you doing?! Don’t take it off right now!!”
A voice as cold as frost yet clear resonated faintly off the hallway walls.
The servants who had been working under the cynical but clear-cut Prince were wary of the Countess's strange behavior.
Mrs. Betty let out a deep, long sigh and lowered her head a little further.
As a longtime maid, she knew that in these cases, if she didn't give in to what the other person wanted, she would usually face even greater retribution. It could even lead to another slap in the face.
Mrs. Betty was about to answer with a complicated feeling.
“Countess Timberline.”
A soft voice came from the central staircase in the hallway.
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