6.9 The Struggle of a Reincarnated Marquis Daughter
6.9 The Struggle of a Marquis Daughter
Maybe this is a dream after all! Or a product of some twisted delusion!
I bit the inside of my cheek and it really did hurt.
“No, but doesn’t Lord Alfred hate me…? Don’t you prefer Amalia? She’s superior to me in status, looks—and I don’t want to admit this, but she has a better temperament. Okay, let’s not think too hard about this. Did I misunderstand everything?! Aren’t I a villainess of a novel?!”
“Amalia?”
In front of me, Alfred had a confused look on his face.
“I-I mean, you know! That Amalia with whom I’ve always been competing against! I heard she’s frequently been visiting the royal castle recently… Not to mention, there were rumors going around that Lord Alfred despised me and wanted to break off our engagement. So, I thought you wanted to make Amalia the crown princess.”
Alfred was shocked and so was I.
“Certainly, Amalia has been visiting my sisters quite often lately. There were other women too… Oh, was she after me? But I was busy, so I found her a nuisance. We barely conversed.”
Alfred tilted his head.
Why was this man, who was so sharp about politics and economics, so dense about romance?
“Come to think of it, Duke Glaive chased that David guy away for fun. Duke Ruston and Duke Aldridge must be out of their mind for recommending other women to me when I’m already engaged, if I’m being honest.”
Alfred made a clearly displeased expression and let out a long, deep breath.
“Still, I’m sorry. I must’ve made Juliane uneasy. It’s my fault for being so stubborn for no reason. They underestimated and took advantage of me. From now on, I’ll be sterner with the aristocrats, I promise.”
As Alfred drew his nose closer to the crown of my hair, I instinctively twisted myself.
“Uhm, I’m really sweaty! I know this is a little late, but I smell like a stray dog!”
“Really? Juliane has a strong scent, and I think it’s good.”
Isn’t that a little perverted?
And yet, when he said that with that annoyingly handsome face, it sounded strangely refreshing.
Somehow, it feels like the energy tanks of my mind and body have been refilled to the brim…
As we embraced each other, taking in each other’s faces, voices, and smells, it seemed as if all my emotional wounds and physical fatigue had completely healed.
“By the way, Juliane, what did you mean by your ‘comeuppance’? Were you speaking general?”
“Eh?! Uh, well, it’s a bit difficult to explain…”
I was a little confused. But suddenly, I thought, if I was going to muster up my tiny bit of courage, now would be the time.
I felt like being happy with Alfred wasn’t enough. In order to become a happy couple, shouldn’t I tell him about the memories of my past life?
“Uhm, Lord Alfred, there’s something I want to ask you.”
I laid down and looked him in the eyes, about to tell him my huge secret. Alfred did the same.
Then, I unleashed my heartfelt grievance to him.
Memories of my past life suddenly came back to me. I was once alone and died of an illness.
Looking back on the current state of my family, I deeply regretted it.
Feeling desperate, I thought of ways to atone for my past misdeeds.
My mysterious fainting and fever were probably due to overworking my brain.
Somehow, I managed to suppress my emotions and succinctly summarized it. I placed my hand on my chest and let out a small sigh.
“…So, what do you think?”
When I asked timidly, Alfred laughed casually.
“I want to give you a big hug. You worked so hard without telling anyone.”
Saying that, Lord Alfred reached for my head and stroked my hair until it was all messed up.
“May I hug you?”
“Of course, it’s fine. But, you know, my brain is in this state… Are you okay with that, Lord Alfred? Isn’t it creepy? Are you okay with someone like this becoming the crown princess?”
“Of course, it’s okay.”
Alfred narrowed his eyes, giving me a self-deprecating smile.
“If you think about it, I think the reason why the memories of your previous life returned is because you thought I didn’t love you. By the way, don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not taking responsibility for this one.”
Alfred’s eyes were wide open. His gaze was overflowing with love.
“Besides, other than you, who else is there? Is there anyone else worthy of me other than Juliane? For ten years, you held me together. Because of you, I can keep going.”
Alfred repeatedly told me, “I love you,” and held me tight to his chest.
“You’re perfect as you are. So, stay by my side until I die.”
The words Alfred gave me were like a blessing. Soft, warm and gentle. I felt like everything would be fine. It wasn’t just my imagination—my head did feel lighter!
“Let’s continue living together from now on.”
“Uhm, well… Okay, I’d be happy too.”
We pressed our foreheads together and shook hands.
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***T/N: Man, I had so much fun reading the chapters where she was Madam Gonzales, but now author is making it seems like it’s inevitable that she’s bedridden for some reason…??
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