Roger did not answer my questions, so I eventually gave up on talking to him and quietly followed his lead.
Roger’s room was in the middle of the third floor.
“Is this your room?”
When I asked, he nodded. It was a rather quiet room, like its owner, but surprisingly filled with interesting items.
Mostly musical instruments, including string instruments and some I had never seen before.
He seemed to have a lot of interest in art as well as music, as there was a painting in the middle of the room. A painting Roger had drawn himself. Although the unfinished painting had a lot of blank space, the detailed and precise portrait seemed almost like looking at a real person.
“Wow. That’s amazing!”
My admiration slipped out. I wanted to look at the painting more, but Roger blocked my view.
“Why? I want to see more. I’ve never seen anyone paint so well.”
“……This is a ruined piece.”
Roger’s voice was lower than I thought.
“A ruined piece? It’s so wonderful.”
“……Really, it’s ruined. Look here, the pupil color is dull.”
He pointed to the man’s pupil.
“Um, I don’t really see it.”
“You don’t have to.”
Roger didn’t explain any further and removed the painting from my sight. Afraid to keep bringing up the painting, in case Roger disliked it, I looked around the room again.
“What a great room. It’s full of fascinating things.”
Lady Silly was right. Roger’s room was filled with many interesting and fun things. As I was engrossed in those items, Roger was sitting on the bed, watching me intently.
“…….”
I was the same. Having finished looking around, I was motionless, looking at Roger, who was sitting on the bed. A crease formed between Roger’s brows.
“Why aren’t you touching?”
“……Huh?”
“You said it’s interesting. Why aren’t you going closer or touching it? Everyone who comes here looks and touches everything. You just talk, but aren’t you really curious?”
“No, I’m curious. Very curious.”
“But why?”
He asked, purely curious.
“Artworks are sensitive, you know. Especially musical instruments; if handled improperly, the sound will be ruined. What if you accidentally mix the paint colors even slightly? Do you think it’s okay to touch your instruments or art pieces at will?”
I asked this time. Roger got up from the bed and shook his head.
“No. I really hate it.”
He approached me.
“Do you know how much that instrument costs?”
He pointed to the violin hanging on the wall.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s worth five gold bars. Also, it’s very sensitive, so the sound changes even if you touch it slightly.”
“But is it okay to hang it on the wall like that without keeping it separately?”
“That’s already broken. The kids who came here touched it so much. Now I’m using it for decoration.”
He stared at me sharply, then pulled out the previously pointed violin and offered it to me.
“Do you know how to play?”
“Sorry, but I hardly know anything about art. You probably won’t be able to teach me either.”
“But how did you know that instruments are sensitive?”
“I read it in a book. Even if it’s not an instrument, I usually don’t touch or handle other people’s things carelessly.”
“Hmm…”
Roger closed his mouth.
It seems that he’s neither as dull nor as shy as I thought. He may not have spoken at first simply because it was annoying.
“Can I read a book?”
I looked around the room and pointed at the bookshelf on the wall.
“They’re all related to art, so you might find them boring.”
“So? I have nothing else to do.”
“You don’t want to play with me?”
“You, want to play with me?”
When I asked, Roger shook his head immediately. I knew this would happen.
“Then just give me one book. I’ll be quiet. You do your thing.”
“Is that okay?”
“What’s not okay? But let’s keep it a secret from my parents. We’ll lie to them that we had a lot of fun.”
Roger hesitated, then nodded.
“Any book will do?”
“Yes.”
He handed me a thick book from the shelf. It was titled “A Treatise on Aesthetics.” It looked dull, but having nothing else to do, I immediately sat in a chair and opened the pages.
I thought I could finally read quietly, but Roger loitered in front of me. At first, I didn’t mind. I thought he would do his own thing as time passed.
“…….”
But he didn’t.
“…What are you doing?”
I couldn’t bear it and asked. He shuddered.
“I was wondering if you were really reading.”
“So you think I’m pretending to read?”
“No.”
What is this, so bland. I tried to read the book again, but Roger stared at me intently.
“What? If you have something to say, say it.”
“…I can’t lie.”
“What?”
“I can’t lie. So I can’t say that we had fun.”
“Then what do we do?”
“Let’s play. Have fun.”
He said it simply.
An Indifferent Woman is the One Men Desire the Most
One-line summary: The female lead is actually cold-hearted and extremely rational. She has stage-by-stage relationships and won’t two-time, but there will always be someone who secretly likes her.
This novel has the following triggers, so if you’re sensitive to these, please don’t read:
1. The female lead has had many relationships, but she treated each one seriously and broke up properly.
It’s just that the men unilaterally pestered her incessantly. For the female lead, when she doesn’t like someone anymore, she simply doesn’t like them.
(This applies to her relationships with Male Lead 1, 2, 3, and 4 as well, but she’s loyal in each 1-on-1 relationship!)
2. In this novel, Male Lead 2 and the female lead kiss in a car, and Male Lead 1 sees it and beats up Male Lead 2.
The female lead calls the police and sends both Male Lead 1 and 2 to the police station! Male Lead 1 begs the female lead not to break up with him.
3. Male Lead 1 has a gentle appearance but an obsessive personality.
Male Lead 2 has a delicate and soft appearance, slightly green tea-like (two-faced).
Male Lead 3 is a youthful college student and a smart person who has secretly liked the female lead for a long time.
Male Lead 4 is the female lead’s father’s special assistant, a business elite with deep, hidden thoughts.
4. At the beginning of this novel, the female lead has already broken up with Male Lead 1 (Chapter 4) and gotten back together with Male Lead 2 (ex-boyfriend).
5. Enter with caution if you have triggers!!!
