“Have you come, miss?”
“Yes, I’m back.”
He didn’t say much, but being wary of Gerald entering the main house and carefully examining Ayla’s complexion seemed to be worried about what he had done.
“What’s wrong, Cloud?”
She tilted her head with an expression of ignorance.
It felt hypocritical for Cloud to worry about him. He was only thinking of using her anyway.
“…it’s nothing. Come on in. The Lord is waiting for you.”
He shook his head and hurried Ayla to the detached house.
As soon as she arrived at the detached house, she went to Byron’s room, not her own.
“Welcome, my daughter.”
Byron was sitting tilted in a comfortable armchair, pretending to be relaxed, but his expression was not so comfortable. She was curiously allowed to go out, but she seemed worried after letting him go.
Ayla scoffed inwardly at the appearance of the little boat, and ran and naturally knelt before Byron.
“So, was it fun out there?”
He tried to reach for Ayla’s head, but she pulled it back and asked.
No matter how obsessed she was with her silver hair, which resembled Ophelia’s, she didn’t want him to pat her hair, which had been stuck in her hat all day.
And she rolled her head quickly at that moment.
What should I answer to be satisfied with Byron’s twisted examination?
If she answered, ‘It was fun,’ he would ask if Gerald liked it, and this father would say he was disappointed.
Should she just claim that it wasn’t enjoyable? She thought that would be a better approach. If she slightly distorted the truth, she wouldn’t be as likely to arouse suspicion or face nitpicking.
Still, it’s been a while since she let him go, but if she says it wasn’t fun, it’s clear that he’ll be ungrateful again, so it’s better to add some good parts.
“No, it wasn’t very interesting. I was just in the café all day.”
“Café? Didn’t you go to a festival?”
Byron quizzed Ayla’s answer.
“He said he didn’t want to hang out with lowly commoners, so he took me to a cafe.”
She replied with a pouting mouth. It wasn’t a lie. It was clearly what Gerald had said.
“Yes, I see.”
Byron nodded with a comical expression. It was obvious that Gerald thought he deserved it.
“But the cake was delicious, and oh! And I also drank some fruit tea that I’ve never seen before.”
Ayla quipped in an excited voice, recalling what she had eaten at the cafe. Whether her charming voice worked or not, Byron acknowledged with satisfaction.
“I’ve heard that grapefruit is pickled in honey in this area. I’m glad the cake was delicious.”
‘Phew, it’s done.’
Ayla sighed secretly. She felt like she had passed Byron’s test safely.
He must be feeling better, too. Ayla laughed, pouting one lip as she remembered an interesting plan.
It was a pity to let Gerald go beautifully like this.
“Oh, but Dad… he called me a lowdown.’ What do you mean? I am your precious daughter.”
Ayla looked up at Byron with eyes about to shed tears at any moment and asked.
How could Gerald know that she was not Byron’s biological daughter? It must have been passed down from Byron to his father and him.
And Byron couldn’t have easily confessed to such a secret. I’m sure he asked me to keep the secret.
There was no way for Byron to leave Gerald alone, as he dared to let the useless story of the ‘thous thing’ into Ayla’s ear.
As she expected, Byron’s eyebrows wiggled extraordinarily when she heard the story. It was a sign that he was very uncomfortable.
“What are you talking about, my daughter? How dare he say that to you? This is an insult to me. He’s going to scold him very hard, so don’t mind him and get in there, wash up, and get ready to rest. You must have been tired today.”
Byron, who was talking like this, was smiling kindly, but his mouth was shaking. It seemed as if he would go to the count and Gerald at any moment and get angry as much as he could, saying he was light-spoken.
This was too light a punishment for what Gerald was trying to do, but it seemed to be a bit of an upset anyway.
“Yes, father.”
Ayla nodded in a refreshing mood.
There were many ups and downs, but she enjoyed the festival and met one of the people she missed. She thought it was an incredible day of luck.
Gerald was stuck in a room, avoiding his father, who asked him, “Did you have fun after being so stubborn?”
He was so angry that he couldn’t stand it. What kind of girl is so handsome alone?
As if he knew everything about him, she avoided the trap, put him to sleep upside down, and ate cake peacefully.
The more he thought about it, the more repugnant it felt. He tried to play with her because she looked after a lowly woman who was not even the biological daughter of a precious guest, but she was playing with him without knowing her place.
When he remembered the image of her eating cake with a coy face when he woke up, it seemed that his costume was overturned.
And more than anything, the angry person was himself.
‘You think it’s pretty to eat cake even after being put in that situation. Isn’t that crazy?’
A sane person couldn’t have done that. Even if he was possessed, he was still possessed.
‘Yes, I am possessed. ‘That girl must have used some kind of cowardly trick.’
In hindsight, she wasn’t at fault at all, but after blaming it on someone else, he felt a little more at ease.
After escaping from reality so boldly, Gerald realized that he was hungry. It was because he had not eaten anything all day.
It was only natural that while she was eating the cake alone, he was asleep after taking sleeping pills.
“Hey, is there anyone out there? Bring me some food. I’m hungry, so do it now!”
Gerald lost his temper and pulled the rope. It seemed like he had to fill his empty stomach by tearing down the food warehouse.
And a moment later, the door burst open, and someone came in. It was a rude visit without even knocking, but Gerald, who was so hungry that he felt like he could eat his shoes, didn’t care and just looked at the visitor.
Unfortunately, the person who entered the room was not the servant who brought the food. It was his father, Count Ernest Cenospon, whose face was flushed with anger.
“You, you guy! I heard you said something to that girl about being ‘vulgar.’ Is that true?”
“yes? What is that… … .”
The Count grabbed his son by the collar and screamed, while Gerald just blinked in confusion.
“Don’t think about saying no for no reason. The customer was so angry that he came running! The customer trusted me and told me a secret, but you are making this father look so funny!”
‘You were a lighter-spoken person than I thought.’ When Byron’s coldly laughing face came to mind, the Count got goosebumps and his whole body trembled.
It felt like everything was flying away, including the throne that he had gotten by farting from Byron.
“… … .”
And Gerald closed his mouth. Now that he thought about it, it was because he had said that as he left the cafe.
He didn’t say it with any particular intention. He was so angry that he felt like he had to say something, but that was the only thing that came to mind.
Seeing his son’s speechless state, as if he were speechless, the Count raised his hand as if he were going to hit him. He seemed to have come to his senses at the last moment and didn’t dare hit him, but that sight alone shocked Gerald greatly.
The mere fact that his father, whom he cared for so much, tried to hit him was like an earth-shattering thing to him.
“You are not allowed to go out from now on. You don’t even have pocket money.”
“… … “What is that!”
And then the sentence came out of his father’s mouth like a bolt from the blue. It felt like it would have been better to have been hit in person.
If his lips had burst and his cheeks were swollen from getting hit, his father’s anger might have eased because he felt sorry for him.
“… … “How long?”
Gerald asked, looking at the Count’s sly look. It was because he felt like he had made a mistake.
Still, he had to let them know the deadline. It was such a harsh treatment to be banned from going out and not have any pocket money.
The Count looked at his son as if he was completely shocked. Does it matter how long it will be from now on?
“Until the guests in the separate building calm down.”
The Count still answered with an angry expression. It was a warning that if Byron’s anger did not go away, it might never go away.
When Gerald realized that fact, he couldn’t control his temper and raised his voice.
“Where can you find something like that? I feel it’s unfair! In the first place, that girl first… … !”
However, he soon realized that he would be in trouble if he told everything that happened that day, so he closed his mouth tightly.
“First of all, what? Tell me about it. Let’s hear the story.”
