Slight music plays in the venue, and there is bickering everywhere.
I found a small crowd in that, and I headed over there with Mary escorted by Patrick.
It is Bertina's surroundings who are making rings around far windings. When they noticed Mary, they gently gave way, reluctantly expressing their awkwardness.
Ahead of that is... Addy.
I'm turning my back on this one, and I haven't noticed the Marys yet.
"... Addy"
Mary tries to rush over to him.
But I stopped right there because I found Bertina across the street from Addy.
The two of them are across the street.
Addy's rusty eyes are directed at Bertina.
If you think about it, Mary's chest is crushed. Jealousy. I think about speaking up to Addy because I found out that was jealousy.
If you call him by name, he'll turn this way, and then the chest cone should disappear.
But before Mary could speak, she heard Addy say, "I..."
"I'm nice around because I'm nice to my daughter around. Otherwise I won't be nice to anyone. Dear Bertina, I took your hand and danced because your daughter has told me to forgive it and to do so."
Addy's voice is quite chilling and pale to say clearly. I don't care about them, I'm just trying to stick to the facts.
It's a voice that Mary has never heard before.
What face are you so chilling to say away...... That question comes to mind, but Mary couldn't imagine it. Even if it's the back that's in front of me right now, if it's Addy's face, I can draw it right away.
But all I can think about is the look he always gives me. A troubled bitter smile, an occasional squire serious look, and a soft grin that makes me look at myself lovingly.
No matter how many memories you flip, I don't remember Addy rejecting someone so chilly.
But that rejection isn't passed on to Bertina either, or is it meant to be because it is, so as to block Addy's story: "Still!" He raised his voice. She also looks up to Addy with a desperate look at Mary and the others who haven't noticed.
He lowers his brow butt and cuts it for a long time. It is a look that Adi would forgive with a carefree voice.
"But Dear Addy, I've been talking about Addy for a long time..."
"It doesn't matter if you think of me. Even if you've always liked me before you met me, you're the only one who likes me."
"Oh no..."
"I love Mary Albert, whom I know, who has always sworn to live with me and will always live with me."
To Addy's clear words, Bertina said… and ran away when she said she couldn't stand it.
It's not like the high-flying defeat I've seen many times before. He got hurt and ran away knowing that it was hard for him to be here and that he couldn't scratch his feet anymore.
All this time, the surrounding people seemed to be confused about deciding whether to go after them, and after panicking, they left with one another. Do they go after Bertina, go get Luke or her body, or do they discern Bertina as lucky as this is around Dralogy Mary?
That's where Mary keeps her. Of course Mary won't go after her.
"... Hey, Addy"
If Mary called him to squeal, Addy looked back pah.
The expression said he was surprised by Mary's sudden call, which in turn floats the color of relief.
"Oh my goodness... How long have you been asking?"
The smelly look is the usual look Mary is used to.
"That's it for my escort," Patrick says, walking away from Mary. In response, Mary tried to say thank you.
But it ended without words coming out of his open mouth, because another hand grabbed Mary's hand, which Patrick had just let go, on a remote arrow tip. The thick big hand of the verse, that slightly feverish hand, grabs me as if I were wrapping it up to say it was mine.
If he was pulled back gently as he was, he followed his own hand so that Mary's gaze would be prompted.
My own hand, grabbed by a manly hand, is pulled to be slowly invited. That's how Addy's lips touch her fingertips. At his fingertips, he was kissed on the back of his hand and Mary's cheeks became progressively hotter.
The thing about Bertina, who left, and on the contrary, even the gratitude to Patrick for escorting me so far, disappears floating in the heat transmitted from her fingertips.
"Sorry I didn't chase you"
"It's okay, Patrick came for me."
So it's okay and Mary forgives Addy.
But the word seemed unrelenting to Addy, and he wrinkled between his brows a little dissatisfied.
"Don't tell me it's okay to be escorted by a man other than me"
I must have gotten jealous to see his appeal that
The look on her shin was loving and Mary gave a small grin.
"I'll correct it. I put up with you on Patrick."
"If any other lady asks you about that dialogue, you'll be resented."
"Right. But I don't have a choice, Addy, or I won't be happy."
Even if Mary told me it was natural, Addy laughed happily. He apologizes again for not following him and drops another kiss on the back of Mary's hand.
Apparently, the jealousy in him has subsided.
I thought I sprung up on a Patrick opponent to thank, and he fits in light with Mary's simple words. What a jealousy is selfish.
I had this selfish emotion in my chest, so I couldn't help but be swept away.
"You know, Addy, I just had a chest ache."
"Is your stomach sagging, too? Let's get a doctor right away."
"No, it wasn't my stomach."
I finally figured it out, and Mary holds Addy's hand back with both hands. - By the way, Patrick, who was watching over Mary and the others at this time, sighed in disgust, "Did Addy say..." But I felt something, and if I held my arm against Alicia, I immediately loosened my expression, and when I took her hand, I walked away from the scene.
Not realizing such an outfield thing or, on the contrary, that at some point there was not a single outfield left, Mary gently pulled Addy's hand over her cheek. If you snuggle up like a stronghold, his hand, which I perceived, gently wraps around his cheek.
Is it because I found traces of tears that stroke my eyes with my thumb belly?
"You know, Addy, I... I was jealous"
"Is your daughter jealous? To who? Why?
Asked by Addy, who was likely to raise the question mark, Mary clasped her shoulders.
Don't even know how people feel...... and such grudges go out to their throats. I see. I feel like biting you.
"I'm not jealous of anything but Addy."
"... me?
"That's right. I was jealous because Addy was nice to everyone. I didn't like it when a woman other than me touched you. I just wanted you to stare at me. But it's okay now, because Addy is nice to everyone because they're nice to me. It's all for me."
That's what she said, while Mary rubbed her cheek against Addy's hand and narrowed her eyes to the comfort of it.
Addy is kind to the other women because they are kind to Mary. I was jealous when I saw that...... what a contradiction.
It's going to make me laugh now that I think about it. If you think about it that way and peek open your eyes so Mary can get drunk......,
"Your daughter is jealous... for me...?
There was Addy's face, which turned bright red unbeatable by rust.
"Addy, what do you look like?
"... because your daughter... can't believe it's for me... I've always been jealous... so it's me who's jealous..."
On the contrary, Addy complains.
I guess I never dreamed of 'Mary jealous for herself' for Addy, who thought only of Mary for a long time, almost gave up because of her different identity, still couldn't give up, and continued to be jealous of an unrivaled man. Especially since the other person is Mary, who is nothing else.
I don't know if I'm happy or what to do, I rather overwhelmed Mary with a small chuckle at him saying I haven't really felt it yet.
"Oh, you don't know? Everyone is jealous of the Alberts."
Mary explains when she says she'll tell you what she knows.
In contrast, Addy blinked his rusty eyes once properly, smiling gently. The hand that accompanied Mary's cheek then slips and gently touches her shoulder.
"I'm sorry I made you jealous."
"Absolutely. Who told you to fuck your stomach? I'm a doctor."
"I am also sincerely sorry about that. We're out of business."
Mary intensifies her grin at Addy, who apologizes for the misdiagnosis and lowers the sign.
Leaning his forehead on his chest is an appeal that he is blaming with words but not angry. Guess, Addy hugs me harder.
"I swear. I won't make you jealous again. I'll just stare at you."
"I'll just stare at Addy, too. Jealousy is a waste of time even though we love each other in the first place. If you have time to be jealous, it would be better for you both to get rid of it and snuggle around."
To Mary, who said clearly, Addy muttered smallly, "Make the most of it..." But again, I don't care because Mary folded her forehead over Addy's chest again.
"Make the most of it," Mary complained, and Addy's arm, which she sensed, turns to Mary's waist.
Mary's silver thread hair fluttered and swayed if she was hugged hard and caressed her hair.