The Author And Her Protagonist

Cheryl approached Edgar with a puzzled expression on her face. Whatever Edgar said, she just stared at him blankly.

Cheryl was still dazed when the Marquess took her back to the mansion to see the cloth shipment specially ordered for her.

She had no idea how many different types and colours of beautiful fabrics had been sent to her. She also didn’t notice Moier, the famous Zizvanian designer who had been invited to be her exclusive designer.

Cheryl could only gather all her emotions and calm her agitated mind when she returned to her room in the afternoon.

Her marriage to Edgar has only been 2 days, but Edgar’s affection is genuine. As a result of this conclusion, Cheryl decided to believe that the real Edgar was the same as Claudia remembered him to be.

Cheryl then begins to forget her unfounded fears about Edgar, which had been haunting her in her dreams at the time.

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It was dinner time. Cheryl was improving. She no longer just thinks about eating for herself, but also about her husband’s well-being. Cheryl would ask Edgar’s favourite food and pick it up for him, despite the awkwardness.

“Do you enjoy it?” Cheryl used her finger to indicate a dish. If she only knew the names of the dishes on this table, she wouldn’t let her fingers fly around on the table.

Edgar was unconcerned. He even replied, “Yes, I like it,” with a mechanical nod.

“All right, I’ll go get it for you.” Cheryl placed a piece of meat covered in golden spices on the Marquess’ plate.

She then indicated a few more dishes.

“What about this? Do you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like this?”

“Um… yes.”

“Do you like this?”

“I do like it.”

“This dish appears to be very tasty. What is its name? Wait a minute, I’ll give it a shot. Mmm, it’s really tasty. Give it a shot, Marquess. I’ll go get you one.”

Edgar couldn’t help but be perplexed after witnessing his wife’s complete shift in attitude in just a few hours. He wanted to ask why, but he was afraid of upsetting his wife’s mood.

So the young Marquess kept his confusion to himself and let Cheryl do as she pleased.

As a result, the famous man of Zizvania was forced to finish the small mountain of food that his wife had heaped on his plate.

After eating, the newlyweds parted ways because Edgar needed to do something.

Cheryl was unconcerned. She even drove Edgar away with a polite “Please go” gesture.

Edgar frowned at his wife and walked away into the study.

The wife was unconcerned when her husband looked at her with strange eyes. The childish young lady then exited the mansion and cheerfully strolled through the garden.

Judy and Mary were assigned to accompany Cheryl. The two maids were perplexed as to why the master was out in the garden late at night.

“Marchioness, it can get quite cold at night.” Why don’t we return to the mansion?” Judy mustered the courage to speak.

Cheryl responded without pausing; “After dinner, take a walk to aid digestion. Furthermore, it makes no difference whether you exercise during the day or at night.”

Cheryl was used to exercising at night in the real world because she felt it was more comfortable.

Judy and Mary exchanged glances. None of the noble ladies and gentlemen got their exercise by strolling through the gardens at night like this. They have no idea why their mistress wants to exercise after eating.

“Isn’t it then preferable to exercise during the day? If you want, we can do a gardening programme as a form of body training-aw,” When Judy stepped on Mary’s foot, her sentence was cut off.

Judy immediately signalled Mary not to continue after the girl hinted that Mary’s words were impolite.

Indeed, Mary, who rarely spoke, did occasionally speak without thinking.

“What exactly is a gardening programme?” Cheryl was intrigued.

Judy gave Mary another look before responding, “I apologise, My Lady. That gardening programme is a form of training for us servants. Please don’t be offended because Mary doesn’t understand.”

“How can I be offended?” The lady inquired once more.

“That’s because no noble would do something as filthy as gardening, and only us servants would.”

Judy must have been concerned that she had been misunderstood and felt insulted. Cheryl was aware of this. But she was not a true noblewoman. It must be very boring to spend all day lying in a chair and preening. Gardening will undoubtedly feel more alive and enjoyable.

She would not discuss it further for the time being. Cheryl had planned to discuss it with Edgar later.

Before returning to the mansion, the Marchioness and the two maids went around one more time.

The night air, as Judy mentioned, was cold. Cheryl was shaking with cold instead of sweating.

“From where did you return?”

Cheryl was startled by Edgar’s voice. The young lady raised her chin. Her little trembling lips parted slightly.

“From going for a short walk outside,” she explained.

Edgar’s face was filled with surprise. He wanted to say a few more words, but when he noticed Cheryl’s face was a little pale, he held back.

“Bring the Marchioness in and assist her in changing.” The two maids behind Cheryl were given orders by Edgar.

Judy and Mary responded obediently, “Yes, my Lord.” They both rushed up the stairs to the room with the cold Cheryl.

Cheryl cursed herself in her heart. She would not have stayed outside for long if she had known it would be this cold.

When the two girls entered the room, they immediately placed Cheryl on a warm chair and served the Marchioness. Mary washed her face and hands with warm water while Judy assisted Cheryl in changing into a slightly damp from the cold dress.

Beth entered the room carrying a tray of hot milk. “This can warm your body, please drink, my Lady,” she said while serving in front of Cheryl.

Cheryl agreed without saying anything. She drank the hot milk quickly, finishing it in less than a minute.

“I finished it,” Cheryl declared. She set the empty glass down on Beth’s tray “You are free to leave. I need to rest.”

Beth and the other two girls left. Cheryl dashed into the inner room and jumped onto the bed as soon as the large door of the luxurious room closed. She wanted to snuggle deeper into the blanket because of the warmth.

As a result, when Edgar entered the room, he saw Cheryl nestled in a thick blanket rolled up like a cocoon.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Once again, his little wife’s strange behaviour left him speechless, let alone angry.