“Aaaa...!”Einer woke up with a start, he spontaneously opened his eyes and looked around-looking for the source of the sound that had just echoed disturbing his sleep.When Einer looked around, he found that it was not his room-and Chelsea was already sitting under the bed with a shocked and frightened look.“Chelsea?” Einer tried to help Chelsea who he thought was screaming because she fell off the bed. But just as she moved a little towards Chelsea, the girl suddenly staggered back with a wary face.“Who are you?” said Chelsea, asking.Einer was petrified with surprise and a confused look. “Chelsea? I’m Whis-““Why are you in my room?”“Huh? What’s wrong with you-““Why are you in my bed?”Einer did not answer. He was confused by what was happening right now, and why Chelsea was cheering him on like a stranger.What happened when she was sleeping?“Chelsea, listen to me.”“Don’t come any closer!” Einer was petrified for a moment when Chelsea said so, but she could not stay still-sh
Today was the same as the previous days. There wasn’t much for Einer to do in the mansion other than relaxing while waiting for Chelsea to return from work.Even now, it felt rather boring to just stay at home without doing anything.Therefore, in the afternoon Einer decided to go to the horse riding place not far from where the main mansion was located.The Wood family had a horse farm because they loved horse riding, a sport of the rich in general. This time Einer tried to ride a horse after a long time, the last time he had the chance was when he was still living with the son of an official.“This is the horse, sir.”While he was choosing a horse, a stable keeper came to Einer and gave him a horse that was bigger than the other horses in the place.Einer looked puzzled. “But I didn’t ask for this horse....”“Sorry, sir. This is the horse that your lady has handpicked for you since your wedding day with her.”Einer was silent, while digesting the horse keeper’s words. “This horse is
After returning the horse to its stable, Einer was called to the dining room for lunch.It wasn't usually like this, but when he saw Chelsea's presence there-he finally understood if the waiter told him to come to the dining table immediately."Good afternoon, Einer," Chelsea said, with a faint smile wrapped in awkwardness.Einer only returned it with a simple smile. There was still an awkward and stiff atmosphere between him and Chelsea. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Chelsea hadn't lost her memory.Because it must have made Chelsea feel that Einer was still a new person to her."Sorry, I'm being a bit awkward. Even though you are my own husband."Ah, Einer almost forgot. She also seemed to have to get used to Chelsea treating her like the girl's real husband."No problem, Chelsea."Einer saw that the girl just smiled and then sat down to wait for the food to be served. It seemed like they would freeze in awkwardness if Einer didn't make a move, unlike the past where Chelsea wa
The next day, Einer went to see Oscar."I thought you really wanted to come back to work here, Einer?" Upon entering the room, Einer was immediately greeted with a witty question from Oscar. "Are you really sick of serving that young lady who is going to die soon?"Einer did not respond, he continued to enter the room where Oscar was staying and sat on the wooden chair in the corner of the room. He sat his butt down with all the tiredness he carried, then sighed heavily as if he had just carried steel all the way.What Einer was doing; how he looked when he visited, might just make Oscar tingle. So the shirtless man laughed in front of Einer."Looks like that plaster on your forehead told me," Oscar said, noticing the plaster on Einer's forehead while the master just looked the other way.Einer didn't say anything, he sat still and quiet as Oscar put on his clothes and went to order coffee downstairs. After Oscar returned, Einer was still sitting in his place while smoking a cigarette
True to Oscar's advice, Einer actually cut off his long hair that almost touched his neck. Einer polished his face and shaved off the unnoticeable beard on his chin and upper lip.Einer knew he had a handsome face, but he had never felt that it was something to be proud of. To be more precise, Einer didn't feel that a single inch of his body was something valuable, except for his life.Perhaps for this reason, Einer was quite uncomfortable when he returned home, and many servants would steal glances at him while whispering words to other colleagues with a smile on their face.This was something Einer had experienced many times before, when he was still in his golden age of being the number one entertainer in Dioxatine. People looked at him with a mesmerized look, talking about him from mouth to mouth. Einer felt uncomfortable, but he continued on his way until it stopped when he almost bumped into the Baron coming from the direction of the stairs."Good evening, sir," greeted the man,
“Chelsea?Einer called out to Chelsea again, but the girl seemed to have lost her consciousness and only focused on Einer’s face which she was now touching warmly.Chelsea’s hands, which were full of tenderness, greeted the surface of Einer’s cold skin. Two contrasting things that were enough to make Einer stunned, speechless and not knowing what to do when Chelsea seemed to be hypnotized deeper.“Einer...,” Chelsea called, after ignoring Einer’s call several times. Unexpectedly, this was not the only thing that could surprise Einer tonight. Because not long after the call, Chelsea, who seemed to still be in her subconscious---moved her hand to touch Einer’s lips.There might have been something interesting about Einer’s lips that were rather thick and looked flushed. But, precisely because she had such lips, Chelsea’s touch managed to make her recall an old memory that Einer desperately wanted to forget.The silhouette of the memory when in a dark night and dimly lit room, a woman wh
After that night, Einer did not see Chelsea for a day. Even until the day changed, Einer still hadn't seen Chelsea's face.When it was time to take the medicine, Chelsea said she would take it so Einer left it in front of Chelsea's room door.Chelsea kept her word, but Einer didn't understand why she felt like she had been avoided by Chelsea since that night.Einer became silent and pondered in front of the mirror. "Did I push her hand too hard?" asked Einer, trying to introspect herself and recall what she had done. But all he came back with was a question mark that would only buy more time.Einer also fixed his clothes. He was already prepared with his white shirt and black pants-Today he planned to go to study something that would certainly be useful in the future.Einer opened the door, he went down the stairs and to his surprise-coincidentally he bumped into Chelsea who had also just finished going down the stairs-with probably the same destination as Einer, the dining room.Ins
"Yes?" "No, I mean... you are an associate of Chelsea's late father, yes?" The man named Benjamin chuckled in response to Einer's remark. "Yes... you could say that, sir." "So, is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Carter?" asked Einer straight to the point; he was in the mood for small talk. Benjamin replied, "I just wanted to say hello to the man who surprisingly came with Miss Chelsea... and I hear you are her husband?" Einer didn't answer immediately; he watched Ben's face for a while and remembered that at his wedding with Chelsea, Ben wasn't present which meant he must not know that Chelsea already had a husband. Einer smiled, his confidence rising so he boldly extended his hand first; inviting a handshake. "Yes, I am Chelsea's husband, Einer." "Einer?" "Yes, that's my name. Sound strange?" "Ahaha, it's just a little unique but not weird, sir." Einer looked at Ben with a cold look, as his hand was not returned by the interlocutor who now turned his attent