The Author And Her Protagonist

Cheryl is unsure when Edgar will return. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she noticed a handsome man smiling at her.

Cheryl couldn’t help but stare intently, as if trying to carve every beautiful feature of a man into her heart as someone who appreciates beauty.

“Good morning, my wife.” The attractive man greeted her.

Cheryl responded with a mumbled “Mm.” She was still engrossed in her own fantasy.

He hadn’t seen his wife in two days, and he was immediately met with her absent-minded gaze, much to Edgar’s chagrin.

He pecked his beloved woman’s small and sexy lips without saying anything.

Cheryl is fine with being kissed suddenly. But the woman pushed Edgar away as soon as she felt something rough, like sandpaper, hit the corners of her lips.

“What exactly is this? It hurts so bad!” She was upset.

Cheryl covered her lips, observing what was rubbing her soft lips.

Her eyepiece grew larger, and she noticed Edgar’s mustache and beard had grown. Cheryl also noticed that her husband’s wavy black hair had grown a little longer than before.

“Did you get a mustache?” Cheryl inquired, her tone accusatory. As if growing a mustache were a punishable sin.

Edgar subconsciously touched his own face. It wasn’t until his finger touched something rough that he realized his face was no longer smooth.

“I didn’t shave it.” Edgar immediately acknowledged his mistakes.

Cheryl was bothered by the stubble of Edgar’s mustache and beard on his face. She pushed Edgar away once more.

“Please leave. I dislike men with facial mustaches and beards!” Cheryl not only pushed, but she also threw a pillow in Edgar’s face.

She got out of bed with a thud, irritated. Even the velvet carpet beneath couldn’t muffle Cheryl’s footsteps. One can only imagine how upset that lady was.

A certain man, who became a source of annoyance, couldn’t understand why his wife was so angry simply because he had grown a thin mustache by accident. With a puzzled expression, he looked in the direction Cheryl was heading.

“Does she truly despise the man with the mustache?” Edgar muttered.

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The Marchioness’s sulking upon waking apparently continued until breakfast time.

Edgar tries to seduce his wife by presenting her with delicious food, but his attempts fail miserably. Cheryl still wouldn’t look at his face, despite the fact that the troublesome mustache and beard had vanished.

The woman ate while snorting every now and then. Anyway, he radiated hatred from head to toe and refused to be approached.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Edgar couldn’t do anything about his wife’s incoherent sulking. He was simply eating the dish in front of him quietly.

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The Baldwins are still under the influence of annoyance. Keep it up until it’s time to go to the palace for the invitation to the third princess’ engagement party.

The Baldwin Mansion was exited by two carriages. The first was a large main carriage with magnificent ornaments that could seat a dozen people. The Marquess and his wife rode in this carriage.

The other carriage is a slightly smaller train than the main train. It was occupied by Beth and several other maids in addition to being the bearer of the engagement gift.

Only Edgar and Cheryl sat across from each other inside the main carriage, which bore the coat of arms of the Baldwin Mansion.

Cheryl purposefully avoided the scorching stares. Rather than meeting the man across from her, the young woman chose to focus on the model of her dress.

Cheryl wore a light green and white dress with a low collar and a matching lace bodice today. The dress’s sleeves were tight from the base of the sleeves to the elbows, but the rest were wide and laced. The skirt hem of the dress is also embellished with flowers.

Because of her complicated style and cuteness, it appeared at first glance to be a Lolita-style dress, childish and inappropriate for the occasion.

However, when worn by Cheryl and combined with a high bun hairstyle and a hat with goose feathers on it as a headdress, the overall effect is elegant and youthful.

Moier created a one-of-a-kind gown for the Marchioness this morning, stating, “Marchioness, you are absolutely stunning. Your beauty is not overpowering, but you have the sweetness of a young woman.”

Cheryl had no idea what Moier meant by the flurry of praise. And she didn’t seem to mind.

What mattered to her was that she felt satisfied when she looked in the mirror. Regardless of Moier’s description of youth, this dress was very pretty and fresh.

Cheryl gave a contented smile.

Edgar’s gaze never left Cheryl’s figure across from her. Edgar was irritated as this woman looked appreciatively at her dress. He wanted to rip the dress and throw it off the train because it had diverted his wife’s attention away from him.

“How come that gown can get her attention while I’m ignored?” Edgar was moaning quietly in his heart.

The couple didn’t talk the entire trip because Cheryl ignored her husband and Edgar was preoccupied with being jealous of a piece of clothing.

The carriage they were riding in arrived at the palace not long after. With the arrival of invited guests, the palace, which is usually crowded, has become more lively.

The women in their lovely gowns swayed joyfully, as did the men in their black or red coats and white lace shirts. Hats were worn as headdresses by both men and women.

While most men’s hats are of the same style, women’s hats vary greatly. Small hats with feathers and nets are worn by some, while others wear large hats with floral or lace accessories.

The carriage from the Baldwin Mansion came to a halt on a special line reserved for nobles.

Because their carriage wasn’t supposed to stop in the noble’s path, Beth and a few of the other maids had to take a slight detour. Beth and the others dashed down to the marquess’ main carriage after the carriage was parked.

Beth personally opened the carriage door and placed a small chair in front of it for her to step on.

Edgar was the first to come out. He didn’t have to stand on the small chair because the big man had long legs.

Edgar turned around after descending and reached into the carriage.

It is critical to be prudent at this time. Cheryl realized this and threw away her annoyance to take the Marquess’ outstretched hand.

As Cheryl stepped out of the carriage, another arrived and stopped right beside them.

The carriage’s owner descended, revealing the tall and dignified figure of a nobleman named Xander El Nix.

Following his exit, the man reached out for someone in the carriage.

A white hand with a red curtain appeared from the door, greeting the noble’s outstretched hand.

The woman in the maroon gown exited the carriage of the El Nix noble.

Several nobles who happened to be nearby walked over to greet the Marquess and the nobles of El Nix.

However, when the woman in the carriage’s figure was revealed, ripples of awkwardness appeared in the hearts of several people. The nobles abandoned their plans and stood quietly aside. As if anticipating the show.

“What a coincidence that we arrived almost at the same time, Marquess and Marchioness of Northland,” Xander said, oblivious to courtesy.

Before Edgar could respond, the woman beside Xander bowed slightly, making an elegant respectful gesture.

“Marquess, it’s been a while. Elena sends her best wishes for your health and happiness.”