Chapter 91: 91
Ch . 91 Are You Nervous? (1)
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 .
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 . ”
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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 . ”
“…Eh?”
Elena looked at him in surprise .
“Maybe because it’s your room . I like it for some reason . ”
Carlisle glanced around . Her face felt hot again . To avoid being alone with him, she hurriedly offered an excuse .
“Please have a seat . I’ll get you some tea . ”
“No thank you . I’ve already had some with your father . ”
Carlisle sat down opposite of her where she stood and stared at her .
“What are you doing? You should sit down too . ”
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“Oh, yes . ”
Elena was forced to take her seat . The original plan was to take control of the situation with some tea, but even that had failed .
For a moment there only silence between the two . Carlisle had a knack for making his opponents nervous, but this position was particularly uncomfortable .
“Why are you fidgeting so much?”
“Am I?”
“Are you nervous? Because I’m here to meet your family?”
He was exactly right, but that wasn’t the only reason . It was also because of the way Carlisle had been so emotionally open to her father . It was all done by the terms of the contract, of course, but the words remained lodged in Elena’s heart, confusing her . After a moment of hesitation, Elena replied a beat later .
“No, it’s not that–
At her remark Carlisle gave a low chuckle . Then, he leaned his upper body away from the chair towards her . Currently, the two were seated facing each other with a small table between them, but as Carlisle leaned over the presence of the table became meaningless . The two were so close they could touch each other . As Carlisle narrowed the gap between them, Elena reflexively leaned back . He spoke in a low voice .
“Cute . ”
Elena’s eyes widened . Such a word was reserved for a charming and lovely girl like Mirabelle . Up until now Elena had grown up listening to other people say she was smart or reliable .
“What are you talking about–”
“You look cute when you’re nervous . Do you think I would harm your family? It’s not like they’re against the marriage . ”
There was something strange in the meaning of his words, as if he would hurt them if they did . Carlisle’s face was getting nearer .
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“Why do you keep coming so close?”
Elena was about to get up when Carlisle narrowed the distance even more . Carlisle gave a small smile at her nervous expression .
“What are you thinking? I’m just trying to remove dust from your hair . ”
“Ah…”
“Where did you go when I was away? You didn’t have this on your hair before . ”
She suddenly remembered that she and Mirabelle went through a narrow alley on the way to Alphord’s study . There was probably a lot of dust because people did not go there often . At that time she was so absorbed that she didn’t check what had gotten on her hair .
“I’ll do it myself . ”
“Hold still . ”
Carlisle’s long fingers touched her golden hair . His palm was thick and rough from the battlefield, but his fingers were very long and delicate . The tendons on the back of his hand seemed strangely attractive . Elena stared innocently at the floor, not knowing where to look .
Seueug–
Carlisle brushed away the dust, but paused and looked down at her trembling eyelashes . When Carlisle did not move at all, Elena raised her eyes in curiosity . Their eyes met in midair . Carlisle’s blue irises were right in front of Elena, burning with a mysterious heat .
At that moment, Carlisle’s large hand that was touching her hair slid down to the back of her chair . He bent his arm, and their faces, already so close, drew in even closer .
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