The Author And Her Protagonist

“I apologise, Honorable Marquess. May I inquire as to why you come here every time you are upset? Don’t you feel so bad for me because I’m always the target of your frustration?”

Edgar was agitated. Someone from the palace had come to his mansion that afternoon and told him that the third princess wanted to see him.

Then he went to Xander’s El Nix building, looking for Xander to torture him because that was the only way to make him feel better.

Xander’s complaints were dismissed by Edgar. Xander, who had been neglected, was not offended either. He went on, “Are you planning a wedding? Why did you come here instead of going to the wedding preparations?”

Xander slapped the table and said it loudly without waiting for an answer.

“I understand! You must have come here to bid Elena farewell, right? I understand you didn’t intend to keep Elena forever.”

Xander immediately directed that someone invite Elena.

For a brief moment, Edgar remained silent. He hadn’t given Elena a second thought, and his reason for coming here wasn’t to see her.

“Don’t call her,” he instructed.

“Well, I already called her.”

Edgar raised an eyebrow. His entire expression seemed to indicate that he was bothered by this. Edgar didn’t understand why, since his return from the war, the presence of women, including Elena, had become more disturbing to him. Edgar hadn’t had much fun with Elena the last time they met. Unlike before, the sensation was flat.

Elena arrived quickly. When she saw Edgar, her face lit up.

“My Lord,” Elena exclaimed in her spoiled voice.

She slid down and curled up in Edgar’s arms, shamelessly. She rubbed her almost exposed breasts against the man’s arms, whether on purpose or not. Her hands fumbled in all directions, mischievously.

“Elena misses you, my Lord. Because you kicked Elena out that day, Elena assumed you no longer wanted her.” She was upset. Her red lips pouted with spoiled displeasure.

Seeing the two scumbags in front of him, Xander felt he was no longer required. Xander quietly exited and closed the door behind them.

Edgar initially let Elena tease him as he pleased. But instead of feeling at ease, he felt disgusted and irritated. Elena was pushed aside by Edgar. He smoothed out his clothes, which had been slightly wrinkled by Elena’s actions, with a flashy motion.

Elena was surprised by Edgar’s demeanour. She did, however, take a look at it. Edgar did seem irritated by her. Edgar hadn’t even given her a glance since she walked in.

Elena hesitated before asking, “What’s the problem, My Lord? Don’t you long for me?”

In the past, when confronted with this woman, he would respond and accept her seduction. He treated her as if she were his lover. But now, needless to say, to continue as before. He was hesitant even when he looked at Elena’s.

Not only Elena, but also Edgar, were perplexed by the change. He was well aware that his heart distinguished between likes and dislikes. If you like it, go ahead and take it. If not, then leave it alone. Because he no longer desires any kind of bond with Elena, he simply severes it as soon as possible.

“You are no longer obligated to serve me. Just leave.”

Although the meaning of Edgar’s words was obvious, Elena refused to comprehend them.

“No way. My Lord, I love you and want to serve you for the rest of my life. Please don’t get rid of Elena.” The stunning lady frantically shook her head. She took Edgar’s hand in hers, hoping he’d reconsider.

Edgar gave a sharp look. “In the first place, I didn’t consider you mine. There’s no reason to keep wanting a job that wasn’t meant for you in the first place.”

Edgar didn’t know where to begin; all he wanted was to finish quickly.

Edgar didn’t know where to begin; all he wanted to do was finish quickly.

Elena, on the other hand, refused. She had worked extremely hard to reach this point. She was used to being envied by noble ladies, especially because she was the only woman who could freely touch Edgar. Her status gradually improved and stabilised. She possesses both treasure and affection. Just need an official title. She was certain that one day Edgar would officially accept her and allow her to share in his glory.

Many people believe they have unrealistic expectations. But what woman doesn’t expect more when the ideal man provides her with everything?

Elena was still perplexed in her seat.

Edgar couldn’t take it any longer and went outside. Elena inquired as he was about to open the door.

“Is it because you’re getting married to the Princess?”

Edgar’s finger, which was about to touch the doorknob, came to a halt in midair. He did not consider this question. Is he acting this way simply because he is getting married? It doesn’t appear to be the case.

“That is none of your business,” Edgar said sternly.

Elena bit her lower lip, holding back her almost trembling emotion.

“Allow Elena to continue serving you in that case. Without status, I am willing to sleep in a warmer bed. I’m not opposed to working as a maid.” Elena begged. Her voice was trembling.

“Stop pushing yourself to the point where it becomes impossible. It’s because I don’t have any feelings for you anymore.”

Edgar walks outside, unaware that his last sentence misled Elena into thinking he once loved her. Elena could only feel better after hearing those cold words. Her self-assurance grew once more. If Edgar ever loved her, that love could be resurrected in the future. She can’t give up.

Elena exited the room with an inexplicable sense of relief.

–

Cheryl dreams about the plot of her book that night. However, there are some differences in some places. The dream is very long and complicated. Cheryl awakens the next day with only the main plot of her dream from the night before.

Cheryl believes her dream is the same as the story in the book, with a few minor differences.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Cheryl soon forgot about her dream. The maid gently knocked on her door. Cheryl pushed open the door. The female servant who had served her the night before appeared in front of her.

The maidservant offers a polite smile. “Good day, Princess… I knocked on the door because I heard movement inside. Do I bother you?”

“No,” Cheryl said.

“Would you like to have breakfast right now?”

Cheryl agreed right away. The maid then led her into the dining room. The maid brought only one set of cutlery but served many dishes. She looked left and right, searching for someone.

“Has the Crown Prince eaten yet?”

“The Prince has finished his breakfast. His Highness the Prince has arrived at the palace for the morning court.” Without being asked, the maid provided information.

Cheryl gave a nod. After Eugene’s strange behaviour the night before, she initially thought it would be awkward to have breakfast together. But she was fortunate because she awoke late and Eugene had already left.

Cheryl cleaned up after breakfast and put on the new dress that had been prepared for her. She eventually transmigrated and experienced the life of a princess. Everything is served, we eat well, and we dress nicely.

–

This morning is sunny but not overly warm.

Cheryl went for a walk through the palace gardens, admiring the ornamental plants planted in rows along the path.

Whether today was a lucky or unlucky day, Cheryl noticed Edgar approaching her from a distance.