The Author And Her Protagonist

They began a new chapter in their relationship on the second night in this bridal atmosphere. Cheryl and Edgar were open with each other about their feelings on the wedding night, as they had been previously. It was now up to their bodies to be honest with each other.

When love flows, connecting the heart and mind isn’t always enough. Dependence on each other’s bodies is another way to enhance the bond.

What we call love is a pure bond between the heart and the body. A love that can be thought of as the last port of call and the place to return to when you are tired. It is both beautiful and warm, and it provides a sense of confidence.

Cheryl was getting a sense of it. Slowly melting the ice that she had carved in this manner, the tight defences in her heart began to melt and she began to accept Edgar as a lover. Whereas she had previously seen Edgar as merely a character created by her, Cheryl now saw him as a real person, made of flesh and blood.

Furthermore, Cheryl began to see everything about Edgar from a different angle, from the side closest to him.

It was then that she realised how charismatic this man named Edgar Baldwin was. He’s gentle, kind, and loving, a bit of a tease, and the type to pamper. He is completely different from what she described in the novel.

Edgar senses Cheryl’s acceptance as well.

The man was overjoyed beyond expression. Happiness overflowed from the bottom of his heart, drowning him in feelings of falling in love every day. He wanted to be this way with Cheryl forever.

–Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Three months had passed since the marriage of the famous Marquess. At the same time, Cheryl is adjusting to her new life as Marchioness.

The Marquess of Northland’s identity was high and noble, so the nobles automatically respected Cheryl as a Marchioness. As a result, a week after she officially became a Marchioness, banquet invitations from various noble families continued to pour in. There are only minor invitations, such as a tea party, and there are invitations to major events, such as a ceremony for the maturation of a noble child.

She would occasionally run into one or two Princesses from the palace at this point. They greet each other with proper etiquette, but their relationship is not as close as a family relationship.

But she wouldn’t be called Cheryl if she didn’t care about such things.

She was just a transmigrated soul from another world to her. She had no emotional ties to the royal family and did not consider herself to be a member of it. Only Edgar, on the other hand, has been recognised by her as the only person she is closest to in this world.

Every time she finished the party invitation, she went back to the Baldwin mansion and buried herself in her husband’s warm embrace.

She enjoys being pampered and has grown accustomed to it.

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The Marquess and Marchioness, who were always clinging to each other, were chatting in the flower pavilion that afternoon.

Beth approached them, accompanied by a few strangers.

“Good day, Marquess and Marchioness,”

Beth and the foreign servants all greeted them at the same time.

Edgar responded with a nod. However, when he saw the uniforms worn by the foreign servants, Edgar immediately expressed his displeasure.

Just like Cheryl, who suddenly felt her period of sobriety was coming to an end.

“Are you from the palace?” Edgar already knew, but his heart was still small.

One of the foreign servants approached Beth, standing at her level.

“That’s correct, Marquess,” he said. “We were sent by the royal family to deliver the engagement party invitations to the Baldwin mansion,” he continued.

“Who is engaged?” Cheryl inquired.

“In response to the Marchioness, the third Princess is engaged.”

Cheryl was taken aback by the servant’s response. The news of Yvette’s engagement caused a small ripple in her heart and bothered her.

Edgar said a few words and gently escorted the people out of the palace, sensing his wife’s mood shift.

The invitation was in Beth’s hands, and she handed it to Edgar to examine.

The name of Yvette Rowe, who would be engaged to an unusual man, the Fourth Prince of the Empire named Marius Laverty, was engraved on thick gold embellished paper.

Edgar has no other feelings and ignores the gold-encrusted invitation because he is unaware that Yvette has planned something poisonous against Cheryl.

Cheryl’s eyes widened as the invitation on the table revealed the name of Yvette’s fiancée-to-be.

Laverty, Marius

Cheryl frowned quietly, feeling a pang of fear in her heart.

She remembered that Yvette had married someone else in the novel, but not this Prince. In the novel, Yvette married a Prince from a small kingdom far away, not someone from the empire.

Cheryl hadn’t written anything about Marius Laverty in the novel, so his sudden appearance made her uncomfortable.

Cheryl was so engrossed in her thoughts that she forgot about her husband who was sitting beside her.

A certain husband was displeased to see his wife no longer leaning on him since the palace guests arrived.

He cast a glance at his wife and repeatedly entered the code for the woman to return to his arms. But it appears that his efforts were in vain. His life partner’s appearance was even stranger, as if she was thinking hard.

“What are you seriously considering?”

Edgar asked, his voice as calm as possible, trying to keep the sour taste of being ignored from his heart.

“This-” Cheryl almost said that she was thinking about this person named Marius Laverty, but she changed her sentence halfway because she remembered who she was talking to.

“I didn’t expect the third princess to be engaged so soon,” she later admitted.

Edgar took another quick look at the invitation and said, “I don’t see anything wrong with her getting engaged right now. Isn’t she of marriageable age? Even if she marries today, that’s fine. So, what exactly are you concerned about?”

Cheryl is also unsure of what she is concerned about. It would be considered good news if Yvette got engaged and married as soon as possible.

However, she felt a slight unpleasant vibration deep within her. Cheryl still didn’t know what it was.

“I’m not sure what I’m worried about. It’s just that I have a feeling… that something bad is going to happen in the future.” Cheryl spoke her mind openly.

Edgar hugged Cheryl and lifted her beloved woman’s body onto his lap. The two people’s faces almost touched, especially when the man drew closer, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

She pushed him away before his lips touched Cheryl’s.

“What are you doing? It’s in a public place!” She reprimanded.

No big man listened to such a spoiled rebuke. Edgar was no exception.

“What public place? There is only the two of us here.”

Cheryl looked around. There isn’t anyone here. Beth had long since left, leaving only her and Edgar.

Cheryl soon became aware of a new threat. The threat had become more tangible, and it appeared to be unavoidable.

Edgar pressed down on her, trapping her between the chair and his own body. His lips lifted up to form a sly smile.

Cheryl got chills every time she saw that kind of smile. Edgar caught her lips first, before she could protest.

As usual, the man kissed her passionately. Edgar whispered a wish with a heavy desire into Cheryl’s ear after successfully making her gasp for air.

“I’ve been wanting to do it in public for a long time.”

Cheryl rolled her beautiful, tear-filled eyes.

“Don’t! That’s humiliating. Oh, wait… don’t…!”