My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 67: Chicken

I spent all night and the next few days thinking about what happened in that boat. Garett seemed rather

indifferent as ever. Sometimes I forget that we are dating from how standoffish he usually acts.

The kisses were so good...No, it was a rather dangerous situation when I was pushed down halfway.

It was a bit of a surprise for Garett to be so aggressive.

I did not exactly hate it...

Was it because of the costume or the heat from the fireworks that drove him crazy?

More than that...I must be crazy because I wanted more to happen. My lust from my first life has just

gotten worse with my second start. I had already tasted the forbidden fruit during my first cycle. Now, I

want to go further with someone who is clearly new at having relationships.

I went to church early in the morning in hope that my mind would be cleansed.

"You are early today, Lady Arielle," Gavin Lord said.

"I am experiencing some troubles that I thought some time alone would help me sort through them," I

told him.

"If there is anything that I can help with, you could always talk to me," he offered.

"I could not possibly..."

"Do not be worried...I have all sorts of people come to me for advice or just a pat on the back in the

right direction. Just lay all your problems on me. Your heart will be much lighter if you do," Gavin said

as he placed his hand over his heart.

I might as well...

"...I...I have a lust demon!" I said.

I was suddenly escorted to the back room with some tea and snacks.

"Lust demon, you say?" Gavin asked as he rubbed his head. "Every time we talk, I feel as though you Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

give me a new experience each time. Is this a trial? Where does this lust demon come from?"

"I am in a relationship with Garett Alvin."

"It was not a rumor then..."

"Rumor?"

"Someone was saying that you were being forced into a relationship with a very plain man. I never

thought it would be Sir Garett. I suppose he did help you that time with Lady Kaya Ouchi..."

"Garett is far from plain," I argued.

"Really?"

"He is tall...his body has rather good proportions despite his sedimentary lifestyle... his hair is always

neat and shiny...his posture is very straight, his eyes are like glittering emeralds, he walks in a perfectly

straight line, and he laughs in the most elegant way. There is no way to describe him other than as the

most perfect man," I argued.

"Forgive me for speaking a bit frankly...If he makes you have a lust demon, he is not the perfect man

then."

"He is the perfect man...I am the one who is lustful."

"It is my first time hearing a young lady continuously call herself lustful...I cannot deny that it puts a

damper on my emotional state."

"I am very sorry..."

"Lady Arielle, I think it is alright to pursue romance in modesty. These things are best spoken to your

partner as it involves him."

"I should just hit him with my feelings," I said as I stood up.

"In modesty!" Gavin yelled from a distance.

He was right...

I want to touch Garett, and I want him to touch me...

I just need to put it into words. I am an adult woman trapped inside of a sixteen-year old's body. Putting

things into words are easy!

I saw Garett walking to the Library with a book in his hand. I came at him from the front and pulled him

behind some bushes.

"A-Arielle?"

Now that I had pulled him aside, my heart is racing ever so fast and it is incredibly hard to breathe.

"...P-Please...pet me," I breathed out.

I tried to close my mouth.

Why did I say that!

"Ah, alright..."

Garett placed a hand over my head and rubbed my head gently as if I were a newborn kitten.

I was incredibly embarrassed but happy at the same time.

All of my impure thoughts seemed to melt away, while I watched Garett smile innocently.

I found myself thinking of tough topics not much later...

I always found the time where people turn eighteen to be a bit odd. It was the time period where one

would see themselves getting paired up with an engagement partner the most. Those with higher ranks

usually get engaged in early childhood or by the time of their coming-of-age ceremony.

Surprisingly, neither Charlotte or Grace have been engaged since they have turned sixteen. Their

families are kind enough to not pressure them either. With their looks and wits, they could easily

become Queen if they wanted to.

Queen?

That is right...Prince Erik is the most popular bachelor in the kingdom.

King Arundel will host a large birthday party for Prince Erik and invite all ladies of noble blood and

eligible young ladies to the party for Prince Erik to have his pick. I have a few mixed feelings about it,

but I have already decided to be with Garett in this life.

That reminds me that Garett is going to turn eighteen on the same day as well. Should I call it a

blessing in disguise that all women will have their eyes on Prince Erik?

Either way...I can only see a road that ends with at least one or all of us getting engaged. A married life

with Garett sounds nice, but I have yet to meet his secretive family. I am starting to wonder if Garett is a

secret love child or all of his family had been silenced or something crazy like that. It is my fault for

never asking and hoping that he would tell me everything eventually.

Am I too hopeful?

Garett's family is probably hoping for Garett to be engaged by his birthday. If I am not up to it, they will

find another girl.

Marriage...Marriage...Marriage...

The word is driving me crazy even while I am out on a tea date with Garett.

"Are you alright?" Garett asked.

I feel like he opens up conversations like this often...My emotions and thoughts must really show on my

face now even though I was once famed for being expressionless.

"It is just mar...marigolds are really pretty this year."

"...Yes, they are," he said.

He suddenly had a perplexed look on his face afterwards.

I want to ask about marriage, but why is it so difficult for me as a woman to bring it up? Is it because I

do not want to look desperate or because I do not want to be the first to bring it up? Why is everything

a competition?

"Ma...Ma..Mar...Madeleines are supposed to be eaten hump side up. The hump is referred to as the

'pearl' and the shell design is supposed to be the base," I said.

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"That is rather interesting...By the way, for my birthday, we both have to attend Prince Erik's birthday on

that day. He will be choosing an engagement partner...Will you be fine with that?"

"I will be fine. I have you after all," I said shyly.

"...After the party, I have something important to tell you," he said as he held my hand.

Important?

Eighteen?

He is going to propose to me!

"I...I have something I want to tell you too."

I want to tell him about my return to the past and about how I died. I want him to know everything about

me.

Most of all, I want to tell him that I love him the most now...