Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

I was worried about how to talk.

"The pageant has to do more than King Dam has accepted. But there's always something you have to do with your husband."

"Really?

Chris tilted his neck cutely.

"What kind of person would Chris want to be my husband?

"People like your father!

"Me too."

Your father is a kind man. Remington also trades domestic and international crops, so your father is busy with inspections and often misses being at the mansion.

"But what if they're not like your father?

"I don't like that."

"Right?"

Chris looked like he figured it out. We have to talk about another difficult thing. I exhaled loudly.

Your mother is cold with Chris. Rather, I'm not very interested. Chris knew that, and he wanted his mother to leave him alone and he was selfish. And now he thinks he might like it if he were a good kid who listens to his mother.

Probably not. Whatever you do, your mother's interests will never be right for Chris.

I don't know why you say such a cold thing.

I looked beyond the blurred greenhouse window.

Chris is not the only one. Because your mother is not interested in me either. Because what Chris has been through is what I've been through.

How much effort I would have made just to at least satisfy my mother and get her to say she was a good girl. He's a heir, so he stays with me for the opportunity I need. But no matter how hard I tried, it was when Chris was born that I really realized that some mothers had no interest in children.

I was stunned by a mother who showed little or no interest in a baby that was adorable enough to forget that hatred when she hated her birth sister that a little baby must take away even less of her mother's affection.

I could adore Chris because he was so adorable and because of the reassurance that this baby would never take her mother away from me. But children still want the affection of their parents. Seeking was shaken away, and I was surprised to see that Chris, who was not as good a child as I was, stood back and was exactly like himself. I remember my heart getting colder and colder that I wasn't loved too.

So it's no use trying to help your mother.

Because even if it helps, it doesn't mean you get love.

"But you're coming to see me because of me."

To Chris' pleasant words, I returned to me all the time.

"Right."

"Then maybe we could be together, like Nico and Leah."

"Not your husband?

"Yes."

There's no way I can explain that your mother's love isn't easy to get anyway. If Chris thinks that you don't have to be my husband to be my friend, I think that's fine.

"Well, you should think it's goodwill"

"Shin?"

"It means helping countries get along. Chris is right. I wish we could be friends."

"I wonder if I can handle that. I'll make sure you don't come, even if they say" hello. "

I remember meeting Leah and Chris, and I giggled at him for tickling. Master Felicia laughs out loud, too, and I remember the maid telling me the other day that she was happy. Thanks to Chris having fun, it's kind of fun up to me.

"I'm sure they're older, aren't they?

"Well, maybe you'll stick around like Gil or Luke"

"Well, those two, were you doing that?

"Because both Leah and Nico are getting hugs"

Then Chris continued to think it was me. It's sloppy. Even I want to hold Chris.

"Then even me. Chris, stay on your knees."

"Are you sure?

I held Chris to his knees as he sat next to me.

"Come on. Oh, Chris. It's heavy."

Chris felt heavy because of me being small. You're younger than me, like Luke, but I wonder if you're okay holding Chris.

"Hey, aren't you rude? Gil, Chris says it's as light as a feather."

"Well, Gil did?

Hi. He doesn't like light spots. Still, I'm flattered that someone can talk that easily. But that's all I have to say.

"You know what, Chris? You like your sister?

"I love it!

"Is that because your sister is helping Chris?

"No, I'm not."

Chris looked up at me with a strange face.

"I just like it. So is Leah. And Nico."

I hugged Chris all the time.

"Right? So, Chris. You don't have to try to help anyone. My sister likes Chris, who's laughing and having fun, not Chris, who can't."

"Really? Then you don't have to do it today."

"We have to do that."

Me and Chris laugh in the greenhouse. Maybe I couldn't help but think too much, and when I did, I was able to ease my feelings a little.

And a few days later, a matchmaking seat was set up in the form of inviting guests from Easter to Remington's mansion.