Chapter 91 - Are You Nervous? (1) (1/2)

Elena finally gave up eavesdropping on their conversation and left. She didn’t feel like she needed to hear anything more.

So far, Carlisle had helped Elena in numerous ways. He assigned Kuhn to her, sent her dresses and jewelry, and stopped the rumors that Helen had spread. She always thought he was a good choice as a marriage partner. But this time, something was different. She really felt like she was really being taken care of as a woman. She had never felt this way, and it was strange to her.

“Oh? Sister, are you back already?”

Mirabelle looked at Elena curiously as she approached her. Elena nodded, the numbness in her mind fading away.

I thought I would get caught if I stayed too long. They didn’t say anything.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Let’s go back now.”

Elena took the lead, and Mirabelle followed behind. She had a strange expression on her face.

“But sister…Why is your face so red?”

Elena quickly raised her hand to touch her cheek.

“…My face?”

“Yes. Did something happen?”

Mirabelle was anxious about her sister, but Elena shook her head.

“It’s really nothing. It…it must have been hot.”

“Eh?”

It was a cool windy day, but Elena just smiled awkwardly and hastened her steps. Mirabelle followed with a questioning look.

“Something’s strange…ah, wait for me!”

Mirabelle ran to catch up to her sister.

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Elena was sitting in her room. She didn’t sleep well the night before Carlisle’s visit, and she was exhausted. She was gathering her thoughts and resting, when suddenly a knock on the door interrupted her. There were so many things to worry about over Carlisle’s visit. She thought something might have happened, so she hurriedly straightened her posture and answered.

“Come in.”

The door opened. She thought it would be one of the maids, but to her surprise it was Carlisle who entered. Elena leapt from her seat. She didn’t expect him to have already finished playing chess with Alphord, but even so, he should’ve gone to the drawing room afterwards.

“How did you–”

“They showed me to your room.”

“…!”

Her mouth opened and she stiffened. Perhaps it was a mischievous maid who sent him. Although they were supposed to be lovers, it was not their true relationship and Elena was a little uncomfortable with his sudden visit. She remembered the conversation she overheard between Carlisle and her father earlier and couldn’t help but feel more awkward than usual.

“Please, come in.”

It was rude to keep Carlisle waiting at the entrance, however, so Elena cautiously allowed him into the room. Carlisle then looked around as he walked in.

“Is this your room?”

“…Yes.”

“It’s very simple.”

It was a brief compliment, but he wasn’t wrong. It must look frugal for an aristocrat in Carlisle’s eyes.

“But it’s my style.”