Yuan asked with a dazed face.
Butler Gustav lightly scolded her with a faint smile.
“And please speak comfortably. I know I’m old, but I’m well aware that you are the mistress of the house.”
He bowed his head, saying he would move the logs to her new bedroom, and left.
Soon, Monica and Canaria moved her scant belongings, and Yuan followed them.
Upstairs to Clad’s bedroom.
To the largest room at the end of the hallway.
“We hurriedly decorated it this morning. How is it, Madam?”
Yuan gazed at the room, speechless, bathed in sunlight through the large windows. The white chiffon curtains, like her heart, swelled and shrank with the breeze.
Every nook filled with elegant furniture, tapestries, and carpets, both in the light and shadow.
Yuan marveled twice at the immense size of the bedroom, almost rivaling Clad’s, and at the ceiling filled with masterpieces.
“This was Hile’s idea. Since we didn’t get orders to decorate the study, we tried arranging some things here in the side room.”
Excited Hena led the stunned Yuan to the attached side room.
Medical books borrowed from Hile, local herbology texts, a small silver pot, mortar, brazier, droppers, and clear beakers were arranged there.
It was a small research space just for her.
“Hena…”
“And this!”
Hena lifted a large walnut pie from the tea table, grinning broadly.
“Ralph Grandpa baked it with walnuts he roasted last fall! He said only you and I should secretly eat it, or the others would make a fuss about not baking for them too. Teehee.”
In one corner of the spacious bedroom, Hena stood gleaming by the elegantly arranged tea table, contrary to the chef’s intention, brewing tea just for Yuan.
Yuan repeatedly invited Hena to join her, and together they enjoyed the still-warm walnut pie. Yuan’s usually tense, pale face finally flushed with warmth.
It was her first own room since she was ten years old. At the Pelliesse residence, she shared a worn-out room with Louise, and it was hardly proper to call it a room, considering how many people frequented it.
“Can I decorate this place as I wish?”
“Of course! The butler already called a merchant, you know?”
Hena’s chattering voice. Yuan chewed and swallowed the savory, sweet pie, basking in the sunlight. Her place in this mansion was finally established. Yuan enjoyed the warm, peaceful atmosphere, laughing and chatting with Hena. All the while, she felt an unbearable tickling sensation in her stomach.
“Hey, let’s talk.”
Clad approached Yuan three days after their last night together. It was right after two lavishly-dressed merchants had visited the black mansion, met Yuan, and left.
Yuan, watching them leave the garden, heard a voice coming from the wide-open window and knew it was time. Looking up at Clad, she noticed he looked more haggard than three days ago. The shadows under his eyes, briefly lightened, had returned, and his bloodshot eyes resembled balloons ready to burst.
Surprised by Clad’s sudden call, Yuan went up to his bedroom.
“I need to use you.”
Clad began with his purpose even before she had a chance to sit. The disheveled painkillers, bloodshot eyes, and trembling hands were enough for her to guess what he wanted.
Indeed, Clad had been miserably overwhelmed by the pain that had assailed him for the past three days. Determined not to be deceived by trickery and pretense, his body, having enjoyed a peaceful sleep for the first time in ten years, was different. The same pain felt twice or even thrice as agonizing.
Had he not resisted by stabbing both his hands, Clad might have already burst into Yuan’s room two days ago, demanding her to immediately administer that damn treatment.
“Do you remember? The first night and the day after.”
Yuan asked, knowing he probably didn’t remember.
Clad was silent for a moment before nodding.
The thought of not remembering two such tumultuous nights was shameful for a man, but Clad never wanted to show his weaknesses. Perhaps it was better not to remember. How much that ugly, pure body of his had been violated by that crow.
Yuan looked at him, her face showing a mix of understanding and subtle challenge, waiting for Clad’s response in the midst of the unspoken tensions.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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