Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

The new mistress disturbance, thanks to the swift handling of her husband and Lotus, 'Congratulations, sir, acquitted! The curtain was brought down in the form of'.

The one who was most tired was apparently your husband,

"I didn't expect you to eat so much mental damage..."

Something like that, he said bumps. Has it now twitched and acted mentally that your men asked you sweet (embarrassing) words? You said it was nothing because I was excited at that time. By the way, I was embarrassed enough at that point?

Then it was polished more and more straight home. I don't think you have to travel back and forth to your workplace and residence on such a clever straight line, but sometimes you don't have to enjoy eating and drinking with your colleagues? Then I can have a bribe dinner with the servants... hey, I don't care about me. I think it's important to work hard, eat and drink together, and to facilitate relationships at work.

But your husband,

"The workplace is smooth. It's okay. More than that, the most important mission right now would be home communication than workplace communication! Oh, by the way, I don't have any outings like city policing or outings! 'Cause while you're in the royal palace, you're mostly in the office, canned or in the workout."

That's what he said in momentum. I don't care about the first half, what the hell is the second half about? No way. I said, "When are you seeing your mistress?" Did you receive the questionable array?

Anyway, I feel like I've spent even more time with my husband.

Since then, I feel the merchant's contribution to the servant of the example has increased.

They always brought me rare treats and hard to get, but I think the quantity and frequency have increased. No, more for sure. And yourself, he was a pretty good uncle, but he looks a little thin lately. Are you busy working? Or are you even on a diet? Well, overweight is not good when it comes to health, so I think it's a good thing.

Well, that's how time flies, when the commotion shows calm.

As usual, it was when my husband went straight home from work and once he entered his room.

"Oh, hey, Dahlia? Mimosa? Lotus, is that your husband's place? Where have you both been?

You were supposed to be welcoming my husband with me until just now, weren't you?

I'm going back to my own room to get dressed. Once I'm apart from my husband, I'm waiting in the salon, but I can't see Daria and Mimosa from earlier, who are always beside me. I think Lotus followed her husband to his room with her, but why isn't Dahlia and Mimosa there either? This is the first time that neither is here.

And you're replacing the two, because I have a different samurai beside me today.

"Where did Dahlia and Mimosa go?

When asked,

"My husband called me to go to your husband's study with Mr. Lotus. Oh, but I'll be right back. So, wait a minute, right?

And he told me. Oh, my God, you had a convocation going on out of my sight.

"Really? Copy that."

What kind of secret talk would the four of us have? I don't care.

Waiting for one over there because I was led to the main dining room earlier, Dahlia and Mimosa came back with my husband as well.

Lotus pulled me a chair, and when my husband sat there, he signaled the start of the meal. Where meals are carried all the time.

It's no longer as fast a dinner as it used to be, but the good winding is completely familiar to us, and my husband no longer says anything.

This evening's dinner was a light-eyed dish with specialty vegetables from the Rudeau region, and one of us was hocking and tongue-in-cheek on my poor belly friendly menu. If you look out for your husband, he'll tell you how upset he feels, even though he's a little distant about something good today. If they ask me where, somehow? I can only answer that, well what do you call it, a 30% more smile and it's sparkly or something like that.

When I asked her why she was in the mood and how she was doing, I accidentally looked at her husband. I rushed out of my sight, but you just fit in on a level you can't even delude!

Then he fluttered and narrowed his eyes,

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?

The voice that makes fun of me that way is also in a good mood somewhere. I'm totally being laughed at by couscous. Oh, my God.

"No, it's not like that. I just thought you might be in a good mood."

If you tell him that honestly,

"Oh, did it look that way"

And your husband, who you say sounds interesting.

"Yeah, somehow?

"Oh well. I'm glad you saw it that way somehow."

When I say that, I lean my neck slightly to give him a sweeter grin, sir. That's sweet enough to melt already. Sweetness is sufficient for dessert.

I used to have such a sweet grin in my acting, but even then I figured it out... oops, it was over sugar, but the day I got hit with vegetables ah...

"Ha."

If you smile back vaguely while remembering a little heartburn,

"Actually, I was thinking about tomorrow's holiday."

and a husband who speaks out gladly.

With that said, tomorrow is your husband's day off.

Your husband's job is on a shift basis because not everyone can rest on the same day at a time. Basic 5 days serving and 1 day off. After a long business trip, you can get a few days off together. That's the way it is. I didn't even know it because it didn't matter at all when my husband lived in a separate building, but since he started living in the main building (here), he has irrevocably come to recognize it. You personally took the trouble to lecture me.

We talked about it, but tomorrow is that day off.

I had a pretty busy day since my husband started spending time here, so it was like he didn't have a day off. Oh, with that said, it was also your day off when you gave dance lessons on a rainy day. Well, for now, it's been a long time since I've had any plans.

Personally, I'd like to be a little at the residence (of ours) as usual, but my husband doesn't seem to think so.

"Tomorrow?

Suddenly I tilt my neck a little bit to see what I was going to say.

"Yeah. Wouldn't you like to go out for a while?

Nico laughs and says so, sir.

"... going out..."

Me with my pinky neck and my temples stiffened.

It brought back memories from a while ago.

Will they take you to a celebrity store again?

Will you try to torment me with gastronomy again? (Oh, but this is a fact I don't know)

Me remembering every time I go out (on a date). Forgive me for giving you a decent eye. It's from instinct.

"Look, you didn't make it to the confectionery last time, did you? I don't mind a confectionery shop, but I had a cute cafe on the side. It is now popular in the King's capital."

You don't care about my jito eyes. You haven't seen them again, what a joyous story, sir. Is that another confectioner!

Fantastic confectioner for me. I don't know what time it was last time, but they couldn't take me. A scam to take? Or bait?! I got caught wanting to, though. Instead, they took me to high-end boutiques, jewellers, high-end restaurants, and places that were just out of place for me, the common folk. My stomach hurts, even if I remember.

I'm the one who flies half-consciousness into the past and blurs,

"Then I'll be glad to buy your sweets for your souvenir next time!

And I struck out a way to avoid going out.

If I put a zero yen smile on it without it here, if it's my husband these days, I'll give it an instant OK, but my husband today was different.

"No, that's right. There's a cafe treat for you. Of course you can't take it home, it's the only delicacy you can taste there."

Didn't you laugh about something now?

"Ugh..."

Around. My heart shakes.

My husband, as if he had just read the finesse of my mind, has become even more convoluted.

"It's a tart made of chocolate, but I use plenty of chocolate from the Principality of Rugi. Keep the powder on the tart fabric and the ganache."

The Principality of Lugi is a small country bordering the border north of the Kingdom of Fleur. We specialize in processing chocolates, and those from the Principality of Lugi are considered the finest. How luxurious is it, so much so that you can only see the look of it from a chocolatier window, such as me, the common man?

I can't believe I'm using it at all costs!!!

I was even more shaken by such a blow from my husband.

……

Sake. It tastes unimaginable. So sad, too luxurious for me to imagine the flavor!

My husband goes on, as if to strike further at me rocking.

"And the most urine will be where thinly shredded chocolate is served fluffy on top. That's thin, so if you put it outside the store, it melts. They can't stay that way until they bring it back because the delicate thin chocolate is listed like snow. So it's exclusive to cafes."

It's the last thing I've ever done.

My husband explained, looking closely into my eyes. Those eyes are sure I caught them. I think my sweet smile just now turned into something black, but it's my fault, isn't it?

I can't take my eyes off your husband's dark tea eyes either. Sho, I want to try chocolate tart!

"What do you say? Why don't you go?

Your husband's eyes are suspiciously inviting. Ugh, cafe exclusive chocolate......

No, no, if it's a delicious treat, you can ask Cartham to make the same thing! … but the taste varies depending on the craftsman.

I can't wait to have another celebrity outing (date) or something when it comes to treats.

Me wandering around scattered with little things.

When I looked at my husband, I moved my mouth without "chocolate" in my voice, smiling.

Mmmm......, exclusive chocolate...... flavour that cannot be mouthed on a drawstring......

I totally tilted the balance.

"... I want to go!

Perceived and squeezed voice.

"See you tomorrow. Looking forward to it."

"Yes!... Ah!

I accidentally answered with two replies. But my husband was a full laugh at my fall.

Something already feels stuck in the food......