Chapter 3 (2/2)

But my husband splendidly ignores the servants.

“From now on, I’ll have you live here. I will show you to your room,” he says, then takes my hand to lead me to the staircase.

He brings me to an amazingly large room. There’s a sofa, desk, and a desk to put stuff on. And just how many people might be able to lay down on the impressive bed? At the very least, my entire family should be able to fit! It even has a canopy.

While the room had white as it primary colour, it was somewhat extravagant. Up until now, I’ve only ever seen a room like this in other people’s homes – I almost pinched my cheek, but I stopped myself just in time. Oh wait, this is someone else’s home!

My husband smiles wryly as I glance around, acting suspiciously.

“This is the bedroom meant for a married couple. You are free to use it as you please,” he says.

Ooh, for a married couple, I see.  But since we’re a fake couple, he must mean that I can think of it as “my room” as he said that I can use it as I please. As I understand what he means, I turn to my husband and give him a short nod.

“I understand. Um, er, where will you live?”

I will do my best to not delve into things too deeply, but it’ll be problematic for me if I don’t know basic information.

“A detached room – there is another building on the outskirts of the garden, so I will be there.”

“With your girlfriend?”

“That’s correct.”

“I understand. I will do my best to avoid that area.”

“…”

For some reason, he sports a strange expression. Did I say anything strange?

“Is something the matter?”

“No. It’s simply that you’re so very indifferent about this…”

“Well, is that not how our contract is?”

“That is true. Well then, I will take my leave now.”

“Very well. Thank you for your hard work.”

“…”

His expression is strange again.

Once my husband leaves and I’m alone, I stretch out and let out a groan.

Today was really tiring. A wedding ceremony, then a reception. I didn’t get used to acting like a happy couple even by the end. By the end, I was definitely stiff. I hope no one noticed.

Then, two maids enter as if they swapped places with my husband and take care of my needs. I finally wear my nightwear and go straight to bed ☆.

Tomorrow I’ll start my life as a cosmetic wife at last. Well, I’ll think about all that tomorrow… zzzz.