My Sweet Deceiver - Chapter 37

As if waiting for her reply, the attendant looked at her blankly.

 

“This, what the hell, why this…?”

 

“What would you like to say to the Prince?”

 

“I’ll tell the Prince myself. You can leave now.”

 

‘Why the hell did you send me this picture?’

 

Tehez visited Dennis’ office for the first time that day.

 

“The Princess has come.”

 

Dennis was in his office, in the midst of reviewing paperwork. Hearing the servant’s words, he raised his head curiously.

 

“Are you talking about Princess?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“She’s asking to come in.”

 

Dennis took off his glasses and placed them on the desk.

 

Tehez’s expression as she entered the office was somewhat unusual.

 

Seeing Tehez’s expression, Sylvan quickly ran out of the room, feeling something was about to happen.

 

There was only silence in the room after Sylvan had left.

 

“Madam, what brings you here?”

 

“What do you think it will be, Prince?”

 

“…”

 

Dennis touched his forehead with his hand without saying a word.

 

“Well, did you want to see me?”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Tehez sniffed.

 

“When I say painting, you know it well.”

 

“Ah. Looks like the painting arrived today.”

 

Dennis smiled brightly and looked at Tehez.

 

“I don’t need a gift. Take it back.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I don’t want anything that symbolizes fertility.”

 

“…”

 

“And, did you think I would like it?”

 

“I thought you’d like it because you looked closely at it… I must have offended you.”

 

“…”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

An apology fell from his mouth.

 

The noble Prince…

 

“…”

 

“It’s sad. Receiving back the first gift I gave to my wife.”

 

Dennis covered his eyes with his hand, as if saddened.

 

Tehez said in a firm voice.

 

“Don’t give any meaning to it. Technically speaking, it’s not the first time. Don’t you send me jewellery on my birthday every year?”

 

“I didn’t know you thought it was a real gift. Didn’t your assistant receive what my assistant ordered?”

 

“…”

 

“I’ve never even looked at it properly, your gift.”

 

Dennis was right. It was the first gift he gave Tehez in their marriage, and he also prepared it himself.

 

“Tehez, why didn’t you tell me then, hmm?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Tehez asked.

 

“You should have said at least one word that you didn’t want to see a picture like that while the guide was chatting.”

 

“…”

 

“Do I have a knack for knowing that you don’t speak your feelings loud?”

 

His words sounded like he was blaming Tehez.

 

“…”

 

For a moment, Tehez did not answer. How can a Princess say such a thing?

 

“I am the Princess, so why do you say that?”

 

The Royal life covered her mouth and ears, even though it was something she chose.

 

Her words and actions were always limited. When she did something out of the ordinary, she often became a prey for people.

 

“…”

 

Once she opened her mouth, it would be unstoppable. She felt that all the emotions she had accumulated up until now would burst out at once. So, she kept her mouth shut even more.

 

Dennis walked out of the desk and stood in front of her.

 

He bent his back and met her eyes.

 

“Look. You still don’t say anything.”

 

“… Aren’t there many things the Prince doesn’t even talk about?”

 

Tehez managed to refute his words.

 

“Yes, that’s true.”

 

Dennis straightened his bent back and admitted. Then he lifted a strand of her hair…

 

“Then I’ll tell you as much as I can, and you tell me, too, hmm?”

 

He looked down and smiled brightly like a boy.

 

She obviously came to be angry, but for some reason, she couldn’t get angry just looking at that face.

 

Even though she wanted to ask why he gave her a gift, what his intentions were, if he gave her the painting hoping for a child, how much he paid for it, etc.

 

“You will, right?”

 

Just by looking at his eyes, it felt like all the languages ​​in the world had disappeared.

 

“Yes, I will.”

 

She just had to say yes.

 

“Good.”

 

He smiled, stroking her hair.

 

“… I’d also like to thank you, Prince.”

 

In the end, that’s how she ended up shutting her mouth.

 

She could give him the perfume as a gift in return, which she thought she would have to keep in that drawer forever.

 

“What?”

 

“Gift…”

 

“You prepared a gift for me?”

 

He replied, seemingly surprised.

 

“Yes. I would like to give it to you tonight, in my room… Would you like to come?”

 

It was as natural as breathing for him to come to her room, but when she tried to invite him, she was strangely shy and embarrassed.

 

“Oh, my God.”

 

Dennis smiled as if he had noticed her.

 

“I’m looking forward to it. Tonight.”

 

“All right. I will leave now.”

 

The moment Tehez was about to turn around, he said.

 

“Ah, wait.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I mean, you’re just leaving… Oh, I think I should take a picture to celebrate. ‘Today, my wife came to my palace.’”

 

“…”

 

“I don’t have a camera now, so I’ll give you a present.”

 

“What…?”

 

Dennis took a step closer as Tehez opened her mouth to refute.

 

Dennis and Tehez were not even an inch apart.

 

Tehez closed her eyes involuntarily. Dennis snorted, apparently figuring out what she was expecting.

 

“A child who has done a good job should receive a gift.”

 

Dennis took Tehez’s hand, opened it, and placed something on her palm.

 

They were candies.

 

Three little candies.

 

“You should only eat one a day. Else your teeth will hurt. You can go now.”

 

“…”

 

“What are you doing? You’re not going.”

 

Tehez felt like she had been beaten by him.

 

***

 

Tehez glared at the door without drinking the wine, just taking out the bottle.

 

Soon it was time for him to come.

 

Every time she flashed back to what had happened to her during the day, her heart pounded.

 

Tehez closed her eyes at that moment, and felt ashamed of herself and wanted to hide. Besides, what was the point of treating her as a child again?

 

‘I’m a fool.’

 

Tehez laughed inwardly at her situation.

 

‘Why do I always fall in love with him helplessly?’

 

She heard the man’s footsteps.

 

Tehez got up and went to the door.

 

Dennis opened the door, and he was standing in front of her.

 

He smiled with pleasure.

 

“Did you come to greet me? Thank you.”

 

As he walked inside, he sat down on the sofa he always sat on.

 

The weather was getting colder, but she still had the window open.

 

He looked at the curtains waving at him and said.

 

“It’s cold now, Tehez. It’s better to sleep with the window closed.”

 

“All right.”

 

Tehez admitted without saying a word.

 

“What’s going on? You are answering me nicely today. Good.”

 

“Stop being nice, Prince.”

 

It was the second time after the day.

 

“What?”

 

“I’m not even a baby.”

 

“Ah, wasn’t my wife a baby?”

 

Dennis replied as if he were hearing it for the first time.

 

He was still trying to make fun of her.

 

Tehez didn’t answer.

 

“I’ve seen her several times and thought she was a baby. Was it in Skane? She was like a baby there. Really….”

 

His words reminded her of events in Skane.

 

Falling into a river while fishing and catching a cold…

 

Tehez, with her face flushed red, refuted his words.

 

“No, Prince. By all means, I…”

 

“Then you can show me that you’re not a baby, okay?”

 

“Uh, how…?”

 

Dennis gave her a chin, pointing to her chest.

 

“I think you would know that.”

 

“What?”

 

“If you let me see you.”

 

Tehez smiled aloud at Dennis’ words and asked.

 

“Will you be satisfied with that?”

 

“No way.”

 

After those words, Dennis got up and approached Tehez like a signal.

 

Tehez lay on the bed and looked at him [email protected]

 

He was looking at her affectionately.

 

Her figure was reflected in his darkened eyes.

 

“Tehez, but what about the gift?”

 

“I’ll give it to you now.”

 

She got up from the bed and put on the robe hanging haphazardly from the head of the bed.

 

She brought him a present.

 

Tehez handed it to him as if nothing had happened.

 

“If you don’t like it, throw it away.”

 

“You want me to throw away the first gift my wife gave me? I’m not that harsh, and my wife should know.”

 

He got up, leaned against the head of the bed, and began to unpack the small box.

 

Tehez stood in front of him, eagerly watching his reaction.

 

His muscular arms moved and carefully unwrapped the ribbon of the little box.

 

He picked up a bottle of perfume.

 

She could see a glittering liquid.

 

“Thank you, Madam. Can I spray it now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He sprayed the perfume, and the erotic scent spread throughout the bedroom.

 

“Did you think of me after smelling this scent?”

 

“…Yes. I thought it would fit.”

 

‘To you at night…’

 

Tehez didn’t have to add the words.

 

“Come here, Tehez.”

 

He called her after he sprayed the perfume. His hoarse voice was terrific.

 

“Do it one more time to commemorate wearing perfume.”

 

Tehez caressed his chest. The corners of his mouth were up, and the expression was, obviously, an excited one.

 

Even if it’s not love. Tehez was pleased that she was the one who made him excited.

 

A mere fact of their lives.

 

“Come on top of me.”

 

Tehez climbed up, taking off her robe again.

 

***

 

Fabrice’s engagement day.

 

It was doubtful whether Fabrice, who was sent back to the palace yesterday, would appear in proper form.

 

It was already his second engagement ceremony, but she couldn’t understand the King’s intention to hold the engagement ceremony by opening the Hall of the Moon.

 

“You seem to care about him at all.”

 

Tehez sighed and spoke to herself.

 

She couldn’t sleep a wink because she was held by Dennis until dawn. But still, she had to get up and get ready.

 

She wanted to go her bed and sleep as soon as possible.

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“The Hall of the Moon.”

 

Danielle, who was waiting next to Tehez, frowned. She didn’t seem to understand it either.

 

“It’s used, so I think it’s necessary to decorate it like new and send it out.”

 

It was a harsh criticism.

 

Tehez laughed out loud at Danielle’s words.

 

“That would be true. The louder the packaging, the worse the contents.”

 

Meanwhile.

 

Fabrice rolled his head as he changed into a morning coat.

 

There were many things he didn’t like.

 

He had dry skin because he hadn’t slept well for days, barely covered by clothes, covered in wounds, and the fact he had to be engaged with the woman who attacked him.

 

‘Should I tell the truth to father?’

 

‘That my prospective fiancee wh!pped me?’

 

Fabrice shook his head. Even in his head, it seemed like it wasn’t supposed to be done.

 

The last time, it was Xavier, and if he says he did it again this time…

 

When he arrived at the palace yesterday, Elliot’s attendant was waiting for him with a suppressed expression on his face.

 

“I felt restless before my engagement, so I went for some fresh air.”

 

“Is everything in the newspaper true?”

 

Fabrice was trying to make an excuse. However, even before he could speak, the attendant, who had looked after the King, eventually distorted his expression and cut off his words.

 

“Your Majesty was very angry. Please be considerate, Your Highness.”

 

“…”

 

The attendant did not even listen to Fabrice’s answer and walked away.

 

Would it be an illusion if the servant who went away without listening to him felt like a father who turned his back on his son forever?

 

Embraced with anger and anxiety, Fabrice finally took out all the alcohol from the cupboard and drank it, even though the next day was the engagement ceremony.

 

Fabrice, with his fuzzy head, counted those who owed him.

 

Baron Barbier, who blew the back of his head and hid his tracks, the b****rds who made a fuss about scandal in the newspaper, and Giselle Lemac wh!pped him, who had never been hit before.

 

He looked into where the origins of all this started.

 

It was from then.

 

The day it became known that he was going out with Xavier.

 

Fabrice firmly believed that the Marquis of Ingeliger was behind the incident.

 

Fabrice remembered the time when he met the Marquis in the hall of the royal palace.

 

‘It’s been a while, Your Highness.’

 

The Marquis smiled and greeted him.

 

The Marquis and Fabrice were not in a good relationship to greet each other warmly. Still, the Marquis was very friendly with him.

 

Fabrice was afraid to ignore him, but shook his head and accepted his greeting.

 

‘Are you newly engaged? Congratulations, my Prince.’

 

‘Thank you.’

 

After Fabrice thanked him, he tried to pass the Marquis, and the Marquis spoke to him from behind.

 

‘Live long this time, my lord. You have to live a long, hundred years to live.’

 

After saying that, he smirked and disappeared.

 

Fabrice heard it as a rumour that the Marquis was the one who broke his engagement with Dubeau.

 

Unless…

 

Suddenly, unbearable anger came rushing in.

 

His fingertips were trembling.

 

His vision was not clear.

 

Fabrice wrinkled his face.

 

‘I will kill you.’

 

(To be continued in the next episode)