The Author And Her Protagonist

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Cheryl plans to read in Eugene’s library after breakfast. She wanted to look through the fiction books Eugene had mentioned earlier that day. If there was a book like that, she wanted to write it as well.

The maid knocked on the door just as she walked in.

“Your Highness, Marquess of Northland, has arrived in search of you.”

Northland, Marquess of? What about Edgar Baldwin?

Cheryl felt compelled to throw a temper tantrum. It’s still early, and that individual. He went in search of her. Was he trying to ruin her mood?

“Your Highness?” The maid immediately called. “Please see the Marquess; he is expecting you.”

Cheryl trailed behind the maid, a sullen expression on her face.

She noticed a man sitting casually in the vestibule, acting as if he was the owner of this residence. Cheryl is irritated. She stomped into the vestibule where Edgar was waiting.

Edgar noticed the young woman approaching with an annoyed expression. He grinned. He knew Cheryl was upset, but that annoyed expression on her cute face became so endearing.

“Is the Marquess on the lookout for me?” Cheryl inquired. Edgar frowned at her casual and aloof tone.

“Of course, Your Highness the Fifth Princess, I’ve been here looking for you,” Edgar replied.

Cheryl clenched her teeth. In her heart, she cursed. Eugene lives in this house. Could you have come here just to meet Eugene?

“Does the Marquess have something in mind for me?”

Edgar adjusted his sitting posture. Very graceful and dazzling, she crossed her legs and held a teacup in one hand. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on Cheryl.

“Did Princess forget we were getting married?”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“I actually remember.”

The man grinned. “Is there any reason for me to visit my future wife?”

Cheryl had almost turned the tables at this point. Why hadn’t she noticed that this Edgar had a habit of upsetting other people? He truly deserves to be referred to as the Devil.

Cheryl clenched her fists and loosened her grip, suppressing her rage. Her face broke into a forced smile.

“No, I don’t believe so. However, we are not married. It’s best if you don’t see each other too frequently.”

“It’s not possible. I don’t want us to be uncomfortable with each other later. How can we create a loving wedding night if that happens?”

Cheryl’s face became redder. She locked her gaze on Edgar. How could he say such embarrassing things so casually? It stinks.

Cheryl’s embarrassed expression drew Edgar’s attention. This girl, it turns out, is still very innocent. He did not come to ask her to hang out more in vain. If not, they will be extremely awkward after marriage.

Edgar’s gaze dropped down to her less sharp chin after examining Cheryl’s embarrassed face. Because her face is round, so is her chin. It appeared that stealing it would be enjoyable. Her white neck, which was smooth and thin, appeared fragile. Her breast is further down. It’s not too big, but it’s also not too small. It’s the perfect size for his hand. Then, with her slim and elegant waist, it would be a pleasure to hold her with both hands.

Cheryl was chilled by Edgar’s hot gaze. Instead of being impolite, she perceived the gaze to be more akin to that of a beast looking at its prey. How to consume it to the bone.

Cheryl subconsciously moved her hand forward, attempting to shield her body from Edgar’s bloodthirsty gaze.

Edgar noticed her empty arm as a result of the movement. Her delicate wrist matched the engraved bracelet.

“Does Your Highness dislike wearing jewellery?”

Cheryl examined her hands and felt her neck, which was devoid of any jewellery. Oh, Edgar apparently looked at her that way because she wasn’t wearing any accessories. Perhaps the arrogant Marquess was offended because she did not wear the jewelery she had sent him.

It’s true that Cheryl dislikes wearing jewellery all the time, but she’s not telling the truth in front of this strange guy.

“That’s because I’m not going anywhere and don’t need to wear jewellery. I often act rashly because I’m afraid of losing it.”

“Yes, I see. So, Your Highness, you have no plans? Then come with me to pick out a wedding gown.”

Cheryl’s expression darkened. Shouldn’t the designer be there? So why was she the one who had to come to the designer’s place at the time? After all, Claudia is a princess, after all. Please don’t make a joke about her.

“Why not just bring the designer here? I’m a princess, and I don’t feel at ease walking around everywhere.” Cheryl really refused this time.

But who is Edgar? Was Edgar the type of person who gave up easily? Of course not. His true goal was not to find a wedding gown, but to find more opportunities to spend time with Cheryl.

“Of course, you are welcome, but doesn’t Your Highness want to get to know me better? I thought of this opportunity so that we could spend more time together.”

Cheryl’s eyes widened. Edgar asked her out? Did she hear me correctly?

“Isn’t it true that the princess rarely leaves the palace? I will accompany Your Highness to the location requested by the Princess. We can also have lunch together.” Edgar was still trying to persuade.

In Cheryl’s opinion, Edgar’s persuasion had to be followed. So, what else could she do if the Marquess insisted? Cheyrl agreed reluctantly.

Cheryl went out with Edgar after changing her clothes and adding some accessories.

Yvette happened to notice the two of them walking side by side from a certain angle. It appears to be very harmonious and harmonious.

In the corner of Yvette’s eyes, water had condensed. She despises it and is irritated by it. Furthermore, she was powerless to intervene and had to endure this agonising complaint silently. Yvette was enraged.

Mithreene stood beside her, looking at the two of them. She comforted her master by patting her on the back.

Mithreene remembered an incident a few days ago, when the servants Yvette had ordered to monitor and do something at Claudia’s house arrived in a pitiful state. His ten fingers were severed and placed in a box with a letter instructing them not to harass Claudia. Yvette was inconsolable at the time, but she didn’t dare to complain to the king.

Of course, because the person standing in their way wasn’t just anyone; it was the Crown Prince.

Yvette has been harbouring her grievances and has become somewhat depressed since then.

Yvette cried for a long time until evening arrived. Her face was flushed and her eyelids were puffy from crying so much. Her head was spinning and she couldn’t stand up straight. Mithreene carried Yvette to the palace, where she walked slowly. Yvette meets Eugene on the way back.

He didn’t even bother to smile or be friendly. Eugene walked past Yvette and whispered something to her.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Eugene then proceeded to walk away as if nothing had happened.

Yvette remained motionless. Her tears, which she had struggled to hold back, began to flow again.