"Uh... Arthur, maybe you're jealous?
I was never friendly with Claude, so it's not perfect, but I just think it is when I'm listening to Arthur anyway.
Asking Arthur as he was pushed down, he looked at him as if surprised.
"Jealousy? No... No, you don't. I was pissed to see you with a man other than me, and to see you dictated... right. I was jealous of Claude."
"I don't like it, if you were watching it, you'd understand."
So I wondered what jealousy meant, but Arthur frowned uncomfortably.
"I'm angry even if I know. You, you know what I mean? How much I like you."
Looked forward to it, Silvi was stuck in words. I can see my cheeks twitching and getting hot. I was glad Arthur told me he was jealous.
Staring at the reddened Silvi, Arthur loosens his face.
"You, you understand your situation now? You're pushing me down in bed, aren't you? Wouldn't it be better to have a little sense of crisis?
"I don't think I want Arthur, the man who pushed me down, to tell me."
"Keep a happy face and do what.... You can't. The anger flew away because you look like that."
"Uh... was that good?
Saying, Sylvie looks into her own arm beside her face. Arthur still holds my arms in captivity, and I can't move one thing.
If you're in a better mood, I want you to let me go.
"Arthur... let go..."
Ask Arthur, humbling himself. I thought I'd be released soon, but Arthur wouldn't let Silvi go of his arm.
"Hey, Arthur..."
"Silvi, I want to hold you"
"Huh!"
In a pleading tone, I was poked in the void.
Arthur tells Silvi that he can't return the words and stop saying them.
"Please. I know I'm not ready for your heart yet. But given Claude and your brother earlier, I can't wait long. I want you to be mine."
"So... but"
Stuck in words.
I didn't think I could be deluded by Arthur's serious tone.
"Wow, something doesn't change where you hold me..."
"Right. It may not change. But I can engrave you with me."
Arthur's breath is hot.
Understanding what he was undoubtedly serious about, Silvi fell on his way.
"Arthur......"
"Silvi, don't you like me?
(That's... sloppy)
He stared at me like a coward, and Sylvie almost cried.
I love Arthur. Even after both thoughts, the thoughts have increased, and now Silvi has reached the point where he can't think of a man other than Arthur.
Unlike at a young age, where I became gentle with my mother. I fall back in love every day with his new beauty, such as the fact that he respects Silvi's intentions.
That's what I told him. 'Don't you like it?' And so on, 'I hate it,' and who will be able to answer?
At least Silvi can't do it.
"Silvi"
To Arthur's call as he urged, Silvi said, turning his face bright red.
"Shh, you like it!
"Good. You don't mind, do you?
"Lo, the romantic atmosphere...... Look, I've been thinking about the time, the place, the situation..."
"It certainly may not be what you want. But at least the place is in the bedroom, and it won't get in the way. It would be good to have two loved ones cheering up and overlapping their bodies?
"It's good, so I wonder if I can clean it up. And your father..."
I didn't even think about hugging Arthur. My father would think Silvi would come home as usual. And yet if I'm late for home, I'll make you worry.
But Arthur said softly.
"I'll be the Marquis of Leavert, and I'll put out a use for you later. Silvi said she could stay in my room today."
"And can you stay?
Silvi opened her eyes wide to just one night of remarks. Time is not that late. And yet how can the word stay come up?
"That would be easier for the Marquis to guess. If you find out that Sylvie has become mine, both physically and mentally, the Marquis Leavert will try to protect you even more. You better make it clear."
"Protect?"
"I'm talking about your brother-in-law, Leon.... bad for you, but I told the Marquis Leavert the details lay low. Leon apparently has feelings for his sister, Sylvie. Silvi is the woman who will be my wife. He wants me to protect him until the day he marries me. The Marquis nodded in two replies. As for Leon, he recently thought the Marquis was crazy, too. He also said he wanted to marry Silvi, and the Marquis was rather in agreement with my concerns"
"Father..."