The Author And Her Protagonist

Edgar reached out his hand to stroke his little wife’s cheek.

However, the owner dodged the big hand before it landed on the soft cheek.

Cherry cast a quick glance at Edgar’s hand, which was about to grab her face.

“When… when have you been standing there?” Cheryl inquired.

“From the beginning,” Edgar said with a crooked smile.

Cheryl’s eyes widened and she gave Edgar a horrified look.

“Since the beginning?” she exclaimed, stunned.

Cheryl knew the man wasn’t joking even before Edgar responded. The sly look in the Marquess’ eyes said it all.

Cheryl was worried about what she would say during her monologue. She said a few lines that contained novel spoilers, which worried her that Edgar would suspect her.

“If you hear everything, it means…” she stammered on.

Cheryl was still unsure whether Edgar had heard everything correctly. If Edgar had discovered that he didn’t know much and had asked about it now, it would have been clear what she had said earlier.

Unfortunately, this is not the case. Edgar is a skilled knight with extraordinary talent, comparable to that of a great general, having gone through training that honed not only strength but also the sharpness of the five senses.

Of course, Edgar heard everything Cheryl said earlier. And now, this wife acted as if she was afraid he would hear what was said earlier. His heart was tinged with curiosity.

“Everything was relayed to me. What’s the deal with that? “Edgar half-demanded that Cheryl finish what she had started earlier.

“Then… Then…” stammered Cheryl. She was unable to explain anything. Although she was aware that there must be seeds of doubt against her in Edgar’s heart.

Edgar withdrew his gaze, possibly tired of seeing Cheryl pause for so long. He removed his shoes and sat down next to Cheryl on the bed.

His large hands grabbed his wife’s waist and drew her into his arms. He hugged Cheryl on the chest, resting his chin on the top of Cheryl’s head.

Cherry was surprised by Edgar’s sudden action. She’s a little defiant. She stopped moving after a while, feeling the warmth in Edgar’s embrace, and not feeling any other exaggerated movements from the man.

The man hugged her for an extended period of time. Cheryl was about to believe Edgar was sleeping when she heard a low voice above her head.

“I’m not sure why you’re so preoccupied with this. According to what I’ve heard, you’re concerned about my safety, correct?” Edgar muttered something. Cheryl felt the man’s jaw move as he spoke, and his chin rested on top of her head.

“I’m glad,” Edgar added. “Although there are parts I don’t understand, I appreciate your concern for me.”

Cheryl realized right away that Edgar’s “unintelligible part” was referring to some novel spoilers.

If it was just a sentence of understanding, Cheryl might have been relieved without feeling anything else. But she was taken aback by Edgar’s unexpected gratitude.

“Yeah, okay… That’s because worrying about my husband’s safety is part of my wifely responsibilities.” There was nothing else she could think of to express her gratitude to Edgar at this time. Cheryl was telling lies shamelessly as a result of this.

A certain man didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, instead tightening his embrace even more. He gave Cheryl’s hair a solemn kiss.

“I feel really good,” he said between kisses. Then he went on, “However, you will no longer have to burden yourself with such heavy thoughts. Just leave everything to me.”

Surprisingly, Edgar not only accepted the lie that had just been told, but he thanked her and made such a promise instead. Cheryl was moved.

“Edgar…”

The Marquess’ hand slid down her hair and onto Cheryl’s face. He caressed her soft cheek, then gently touched Cheryl’s rosy lips with his thumb.

“I enjoy hearing my name called. Call me again; I’d like to hear it “In a low, magnetic voice, he begs.

Edgar suddenly became depressed. Cheryl was aware that this man had a tendency to change moods quickly, but she wasn’t used to it.

“Say my name again,” Edgar said.

Cheryl had no choice but to open her mouth.

“Edgar.”

Whether Cheryl’s voice was seductive or not, Edgar’s body reacted immediately when he heard Cheryl say his name.

He pounced on his beloved woman without hesitation, taking her and himself to fly and enjoy paradise on Earth.

–

Cheryl was lost in her own thoughts three days ago, busy guessing what plot lay ahead. Until she didn’t realize the day had passed.

There is only one more day until Yvette’s engagement party.

A new problem arose. Cheryl had not prepared an engagement gift.

She was now a Marchioness, and her actions reflected that. Engagement gifts, for example, must be prepared properly and appropriately, as well as in accordance with the level of nobility that she bears.

Cheryl hadn’t been able to relax since waking up in the morning. The young Marchioness was in a confused state the entire time she was bathing, dressing, or eating breakfast.

Beth, the head of the Marchioness’s maids, assumed that her mistress was not in the mood to be separated from her husband.

Yes, Edgar had left yesterday and had not returned. There was an important matter that the king delegated to the Marquess of Northland.

So, feeling relieved, Beth stated, “Please, My Lady, eat a little more. I know you’re disappointed that the Marquess isn’t in the mansion. You can’t, however, ignore yourself. Don’t worry, the Marquess will return today.”

Cheryl raised her brows slightly as she stared at the self-aware maid.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I knew he’d be back today,” she said. “And I’m not surprised he’s not here. It was only…”

Cheryl quickly covered her mouth. She thought discussing gifts was inappropriate, so she cut herself off.

Beth sighed helplessly as she observed this young madam who hesitated far too frequently.

“If you have any concerns, My Lady, please share them with me.” Beth stated that she was only interested in her master’s business out of genuine curiosity.

Cheryl reconsidered. Edgar is currently not at the mansion, and the engagement event is scheduled for tomorrow. There isn’t much time to look for and prepare gifts. If not now, there might not be time later.

“Well, then, could you give me your thoughts on what I should present to the third Princess at her engagement tomorrow?” Cheryl enquired.

Beth looked up. The wrinkled expression on Cheryl’s face convinced Beth that this was what was bothering the Marchioness. She was a little embarrassed about mistaking the Marchioness for the Marquess.

“In response to my Lady, the Marquess has been preparing the gifts for the past three days. The gifts are now stored in a special warehouse for valuables, packed and ready to be taken at any time “said Beth

“Does Edgar have it prepared?” Cheryl inquired subtly.

Hearing Cheryl mention the Marquess’ name directly made Beth uneasy. Her ears, she felt, were unworthy of hearing her master’s true name.

“That’s correct, My Lady,” Beth said. Beth’s uneasy expression had faded, and she was now responding to Cheryl with proper maid etiquette.

Cheryl didn’t notice Beth’s inconveniences. Her mood immediately improved when she learned that Edgar had taken care of the gifts. Clear skies and warm sunshine had replaced the gloomy and cloudy atmosphere.

She, who did not have an appetite at first, has now changed her eating habits. Her plate quickly became piled high with various dishes.

Beth wasn’t surprised by Cheryl’s obvious transformation.

Seeing the mistress in this light made Beth feel like her attitude was similar to the Marquess’. The Marquess liked to change his moods at breakneck speed, and she now had a wife who did the same.

Beth quietly confirmed the well-known proverb, ‘Your soulmate is a reflection of you.’