The trembling hand inadvertently turned the doorknob. When she saw the large carved door begin to open, no one could sense Cheryl's remorse. Cheryl couldn't close it again because the person in the room, Edgar, had seen it.
The Marquess' handsome face showed his surprise. The angry man quickly changed his mind, hiding his rage for fear of frightening his little wife. He had no idea that the wife he was concerned about had been terrified of him since their first meeting.
While waving at his subordinates, Edgar kept some of the report documents that irritated him. The subordinate mistook his master's wave of the hand for a sign of forgiveness, breaking down in tears before making another respectful gesture. When he passed Cheryl at the door, the subordinate smiled gratefully at her.
Those who do not comprehend. The young lady in the fiery red gown nodded slightly to the subordinate, who smiled and couldn't wait to leave.
In contrast to the overjoyed expression of the underling, Cheryl's own expression was extremely ugly, as if she had accidentally swallowed a fly.
Cheryl could hear steady footsteps. The sound of footsteps made her stiffen unconsciously. Cheryl shrank and took two small steps back as Edgar approached slowly.
Edgar widened the half-open door, revealing the beautiful figure of the fifth princess. From the ground up, his gaze scanned the woman in the red dress. The rest of Edgar's rage vanished when his dark pupils met those big innocent-looking watery eyes.
"Good morning, Mrs. Did you get enough sleep last night?" Edgar asked with no other intention than to inquire.
Cheryl, on the other hand, misinterpreted Edgar's question as mockery.
"I know I'm up late, but that doesn't give you the right to mock me like that," Cheryl grumbled. Her tiny lips curved into a cute cone.
Cheryl's low, complaining grunts could be heard because Edgar had a keen hearing by nature.
The man leaned against the door frame, smiling as he looked at Cheryl.
"On the first day of our marriage, my wife complained. Hmm, it appears that my performance as a husband is still inadequate." With a cheerful smile on his face, Edgar said. However, because the sound is so deep, the impression is different.
Edgar's casual words had transformed into "How dare you complain on the first day? Do you have the audacity to think I'm a bad husband?"
The fictitious sweat dripped down the side of his brow once more. Cheryl opened her mouth to speak. But finding the right words is difficult.
Edgar misinterpreted the young woman's hesitation as a sign of embarrassment. As a result, he graciously invited Cheryl into his study.
"My wife has gone to the trouble of coming here; do you want to come in and have some tea?"
Cheryl raised her head, her gaze fell on Edgar, and she saw in a slightly cluttered room with broken glass and water stains on the floor, Cheryl shook her head.
"No, my lord...no need," she said stiffly. Cheryl racked her brains for a split second, trying to recall why she had come here. "I—uh, I mean, I came to take you out to dinner," she continued.
Cheryl almost forgot Edgar's request that she no longer speak formally with him because she was nervous. Fortunately, she remembered and quickly changed the sentence.
Edgar was relieved to hear that Cheryl was no longer using formal sentences. Especially in response to his wife's invitation, which was unexpected but very welcome.
"So, my wife arrived here to take me out to breakfast?"
Cheryl gave a nod. "Yes."
"Okay, I haven't had breakfast either. Let's all eat together."
Edgar extended his hand to Cheryl. The young woman regarded the large hand extended to her with scepticism.
Do not linger too long. Cheryl decided to take the Marquess' outstretched hand out of fear of offending her.
Edgar took the lead right away, leading his little wife into the dining room. Until he unintentionally exited his study without closing the door. Normally, he was very cautious about this. As a result, Beth had to close the door for him.
Cheryl was still uneasy about being led in this manner. She cast a glance at Edgar, who was walking beside her. Because of their height disparity, Cheryl could only see one side of Edgar's face. She couldn't see Edgar's face very clearly right now.
Meanwhile, the man felt a joy he had never felt before. Since the day he saw this woman holding hands with Eugene, he had wanted to walk hand in hand with the fifth princess.
When he remembered that scene, his heart sank. Over trivial matters, Edgar's dislike for Eugene grows even stronger. He was now the one legally holding this woman's hand. How could he not be happy?
Especially this little lady who took the initiative to find him. One would never guess that such a minor detail could make the esteemed Marquess so happy.
They walked into the dining room holding hands.
Edgar did not let go of Cheryl's hand as soon as they entered the dining room. Only after Cheryl agreed to sit beside him did a big hand let go of the soft little hand.
The table's dishes have been replaced with new ones. All of the food served emitted a thin white smoke above it, and the warm aroma of cooking spread out, tempting one to devour it as soon as possible.
Cheryl would have embraced all of the food if it hadn't been for a pair of arms holding her back. The young woman cast a disapproving glance to the side.
"Am I not permitted to eat?" Cheryl inquired, her tone accusatory, as if the man beside her was stingy.
The man who had been labelled as a miser could only laugh helplessly. He stated, "The food is still steaming. I'm afraid your tongue will burn if you eat it quickly."
Then Edgar took the cutting knife from the side, making Cheryl flinch.
A writer's mind is extremely fertile. She could conjure up a variety of scenarios in a matter of seconds. Immediately, a bloody horror scene flashed through her mind, with Edgar pointing a bloody knife at her and dismembering her body like a cake.
However, Edgar pointed the knife at the plate, sliced the bacon, stabbed it with a fork, and delivered it to Cheryl's tiny mouth.
Cheryl was relieved at first, but when she saw the flesh in front of her lips, she froze again. Her negative thoughts told her that if he opened his mouth now, Demon General Edgar would shove the fork into her mouth and crush her throat.
Even after being misunderstood five times in one morning, Edgar faithfully raised his fork with meat into the air.
A scene like this appeared to be paused for a while. Neither the husband nor the wife are willing to budge.
"How come the wife won't take bribes from me?" Edgar's words were half request, half complaint.
Cheryl finally opened her mouth and snatched the meat from Edgar's fork with lightning speed. She did all of this because her stomach couldn't take it any longer, rumbling until it was completely exhausted.
Because Cheryl's actions were so insignificant, a golden hairpin fell from her hair.
The hairpin fell right in front of another chair, which was now two seats away from her. Cheryl's mind was suddenly filled with an idea.
"Would Edgar mind if I excused myself from sitting in another chair to get a hairpin?" Cheryl pondered.
Unfortunately, Beth had already picked up the golden hairpin before she could move.
Cheryl's: "..."
Cheryl felt like beating up people now that the only reason she could sit away from Edgar was gone.