The Marquess’s Amnesia

As a result of Dr. Morgan's examination, my husband must have suffered temporary amnesia because of a blow to the head. The back of the head did have a big octopus, so the shock would have been pretty good when I hit it.

But the doctor says he doesn't know how long this temporary will be. The brain thing is so delicate, so complex and so messy, it can be remembered by mundane applause or it can mean you won't remember it for the rest of your life. And my teacher was telling my husband that if I tried to force him to remember, he wouldn't do that because his brain could have a rejection or become unbearable with that load and he could have a serious disease.

Fortunately, my husband never complained of a headache, other than amnesia, nor was he blind or paralyzed in his hands and feet. But my husband, who was diagnosed with extreme overwork, was made hard by his teacher to spend the week on the bed.

My husband was reluctant, but I and my servants had always thought that my husband was overworked, so when I asked him to take this opportunity to rest his body, my husband took pleasure in acknowledging.

I just wanted to go and see your face and talk in the morning because I wanted to get some rest, but my husband recovered as I saw it, ate good rice, slept well and my complexion improved considerably, and my skin returned glossy.

And for some reason, my husband came to visit my room as soon as he was given permission to leave bed for the first time in a week.

I didn't have that bare gesture when I saw you this morning. My husband was breathing today asking Dr. Morgan for permission to wake up, but he didn't say anything else. So I couldn't hide my surprise from my husband, who suddenly visited me after lunch where I was doing embroidery, which is routine.

My husband sits on the couch across the street telling me to keep embroidering in panic, and then he looks at me all the time without saying anything. I look up a few times to see how it goes, but every time I see it, I definitely see it. The only salvation is that Elsa is holding me back in the corner of the room.

I find it uninteresting to watch as I put embroidery in cushion covers, small storage, headdresses and ribbons for a week later bazaar, but my husband doesn't have the appearance to return to his room. Honestly, I have no idea what to tell you. My husband doesn't remember, and I don't have the skills or topics to entertain him.

"... sir, um... he's better off resting in his room..."

"Does Liliana like embroidery?

My words were relayed to me safely, and on the contrary, questions were returned.

My husband seems to be staring at me and waiting for an answer.

"... when I do embroidery, I like it because someone will be happy"

That said, only Cedric and Elsa have ever given me embroidery from myself. Cedric was so happy with the handkerchiefs and scarves I had embroidered that I liked embroidery. Elsa was so sorry that Elsa's red ribbon was careless and stained that she just lied a little bit because she wanted to arrange a small storage and got the ribbon and embroidered the perfect lily flower for Elsa. Elsa was so happy when I gave her what she could.

"It's certainly a brilliant arm. Everyone would be happy to be given this."

Take the cushion cover that was on the table and watch as your husband shivers.

The embroidery of the summer image, with sunflowers as its main setting, is a reference to what was in the collection of embroidery motifs that were in the library and is quite powerful.

So once again, I remembered that I had not thanked my husband for buying me a sewing box or embroidered thread, and I stood up with the handkerchief I was embroidering beside. My husband tilts his neck at me when he suddenly stands up.

"Oh, uh, sir"

"Hmm?"

"The sewing box and embroidered thread, I was very happy. I am very, very grateful that you bought such a wonderful one even though you have not been able to play any part as a wife. Sorry I'm late to thank you."

I lowered my head with a dust and said it all at once. Achievement fills my heart with things I could say to the end without biting, holding onto, uninterrupted. This past year, I was convinced that the ladies' education conducted under the guidance of Elsa and Mr. Arthur was achieving steady results. Otherwise, I'm confident I wouldn't have been able to talk to your husband in the first place.

But with me immersed in accomplishment, I wake up with a slightly hurried voice on my back saying, "Put your face up" to my husband.

"As much as a sewing box and embroidered thread, it's not like they're going to thank you"

My husband got zero bitter laughs.

"That's not true"

I instantly shook my head to the side and gave it back.

"When I was at home, I couldn't freely use such beautiful yarn, and even the sewing box got a maid's back, so the needle was slightly bent or broken, but my husband gave me such a beautiful sewing box"

I looked back at the sewing box I placed next door and stroked the delicate flower design. The craftsman must have carved it very carefully. The soft wood and colorful flowers were very adorable, and I couldn't help but use it for about three days after I received it, and I watched it every day. When I opened the lid, I opened it. I was thrilled with the colorful, vibrant embroidered yarn that lined up as if it were a rainbow, and from there I watched it for another three days. The first time I stabbed a needle was a week after I got a sewing box.

"Me, I'm just happy watching this beautiful thread every day, every day."

My cheeks loosened naturally as I stroked the yarn lined up sloppily.

There are five different kinds of red ones that are very slightly lighter. It's a lot of fun to embroider with that delicate color difference bothering your head. Plus, Elsa checks to see how the yarn is diminishing, and she's replenishing it somewhat, so there's no lack of color.

Again, with all my heart, I conveyed my gratitude.

"Thank you very much, sir"

"Oh, oh, no, I'd love to, more than anything I could get."

My husband turned that way with no heart or a red face.

What if I couldn't do it and even the fever came out? Again, you must have been unable to recover in just one week.

"Sir, your face is red. Haven't you got a fever? Return to your room and rest immediately."

"This is okay because it's not the same. I'm not going back to my room yet. I need to talk to you a little more."

Oddly momentum, my husband said.

"But..."

"It's all right, ma'am"

I looked up to see how close you were coming and Elsa was there.

"Because you were so beautiful, I was just in love with you"

Elsa laughed and said.

"Sure, this yarn is very pretty...... but could it really be ok"

Dr. Morgan said it's best not to force me, so I'm not worried.

Elsa then lowered her neck to the side, gently placing her hand on my shoulder.

"My husband won't let me die if I kill him, so it's okay. But if you're worried about your wife, kick her out of the room right now, but right away."

"Elsa's right, I'm fine"

My husband said, blocking Elsa's words. I also feel like Elsa struck her tongue, but I'm sure it's because of her.

My husband made a cough with you to correct his residence. Just get your spine stretched out straight all the time for more presence. Since you seem to have something to talk about, I also corrected my spine and confronted my husband.

"... that, Liliana"

"Yes."

My husband looks kind of very spicy to say, and his bright blue eyes roam around looking for something. Close your thin lips to say something too, open them again, but close them again without saying anything.

What if I did something rude without realizing it myself? My kind husband may be trying to make it right for me. I'm sure you care not to be a harsh word.

"Sir, I'm sorry"

I stood up and bowed my head deeply. My husband said, "Liliana?" He called me as a little surprised.

"Me, you've done something that makes my husband feel uncomfortable..."

"What? Huh? Oh, no, no, no!

"But you seem to say something spicy, you have a difficult face, and there's still something about me..."

"So no, yeah. Um, yeah, this! I wanted to know what this was for."

What my husband took in his hand was a headdress with flower decorations made of lace and cloth. Not only that, but on the oval blue basement, the rhombus pattern is represented by a line with white thread and the corners are finished with glass beads. Elsa and the maids complimented me on being very nice.

My husband is a man, so you don't have to know. I'm sure you were ashamed to ask your younger little girl what this is.

"Look, you didn't do anything wrong, so sit down."

I sat back on the couch with my chest relaxed by those words.

"I said this is a headdress, and what Elsa uses is simple because it's for work, but this is for a little outing or something, so I made it for a gift"

"Really... you got these cloth flowers too?

"Yes, Elsa gave me some cloth... so I made it out of sheets that I no longer needed a cushion cover. The ribbon was donated by the maids for the children, so I just embroidered it."

"Children?"

"Your husband may have forgotten... all of these are made by your wife to serve to the orphanage bazaars we run"

Elsa explained to my husband to make up for my missing words.

As soon as I tried to get up, Elsa took my feelings and went to my bedroom next door and brought me a box of sweets that I had on the pillow of my bed. I'll thank you and take it and put it on my knees.

"What's that?

"The children in the orphanage thanked me. He packed a lot of gifts for me in a box of treats that he received from donations. Besides Cedric, I have received your first letter."

The boxes of prestigious confectioners in Wangdu are so beautiful that you can't help throwing them away. If you open the lid, it contains embossed flowers, paintings painted by the children, coasters made of yarn and several letters. The children also included handmade cookies and muffins, which were delicious with Elsa the day we received them.

"Mr. Arthur told me that the Lutherford family orphanage has much richer children to live in than any other orphanage. I think you're right every time you see this letter or flower. I'm sure they're sweethearted children."

For once, Mr. Arthur suggested that I should not go to condolences, but I never did because my husband's permission was not granted.

But given your husband's position, I was more frivolous. Elsa taught me that my husband is very popular in the social world. He is a young lord of leading nobility, brilliant, tall and stylish. On top of that, my husband, who made a lot of achievements in the war against his neighbour seven years ago, can also snort at the Knights for his growing popularity if he says he has a strong trust from His Royal Highness Prince Wang.

But at the same time, my husband was famous for hating women, and he barely danced, and he had minimal need to interact with the lady. So, she said many of the warrants teared when she married her daughter, who was also suspicious as to whether the husband was suddenly at the Count's.

Many aristocrats therefore want to know the Marquis, who has never been at a night club or at a tea party - especially women. I came with my wife without debating to the social world, and I've never been to a tea party or anything like that when I was at my parents' house, so no one but my family and servants knows me, so it's an extra rumor. I wish I were a beautiful and perfect lady like my stepmother and sister, but it is obvious that the rumored Marquise will disappoint you all with just a little girl who is clumsy and unable to do anything, and will scratch your husband's reputation. So I have never been outside the premises of this mansion since I was married to the Marquis. That said, compared to where I was at home, I've never had a problem with it because I'm much freer and happier.

"Liliana, you and I are a couple in the church registry."

My husband slowly cut it out. Sure, you're right, so yes, I affirm that word.

"But I don't know enough to say anything about each other. Besides, I don't even know who I am anymore."

I found remorse seeping into your husband's righteous face. It's only been a week since my husband lost his memory, but it's probably another week for my husband.

"Don't rush, sir. Dr. Morgan said it was forbidden."

"... thanks. You're sweet."

"No, gentle is my husband. Because thanks to your husband, I can live a life without liberty."

My husband, well, he whined small and leaned down. but put it between a few beats and raise your face immediately. And when I got up gradually, I thought I'd come this way, what a knee you knelt at my feet.

"So, sir?

panicking me elsewhere. My husband grabbed my hand and tried to wrap it around me with those big hands. I get hardened by the bright blue eyes of my raised husband.

"But I would have been disqualified as a husband. Arthur taught me that I was neglecting you for selfish reasons, Ning Ro, without omitting you. I forgot all about you beautifully at the end of the sentence, and I can't even remember how hard I tried. All I've ever done is hurt you."

My husband spinned his words as if he sincerely regretted it.

My husband is really sweet. I wished that my husband's willingness would be slightly lighter by laying his own hands opposite to those held by him.

"Sir, don't blame yourself so much. My husband has never hurt me before. It's something I can't help remembering. It's no wonder you don't originally remember things like human beings who only met each other three times. Even God can't remember things that don't have anything to remember. So please, don't blame yourself."

My husband somehow still looked like he was going to cry when he wondered if he could have put his strength into his gripped hand. Sir, when I spoke to you, you buried your face in my lap to hide that face. Still no way to let go of my gripping hand. I didn't know what to do and I looked up to Elsa. Elsa kind of felt like she was looking at her husband with very cold eyes, but it was a mistake on my part for a gentle Elsa to have those cold eyes. Because when I noticed my gaze, Elsa turned to give me her usual gentle glance.

"I think if you stroke that soft-head, you'll be resurrected."

"But if you're feeling any worse, you'd better call Dr. Morgan..."

"No, because my husband couldn't stand the unexpected situation of not being penitent or even qualified to do so, just sitting back. There is no need for your wife to be heartbroken. And if your wife caresses your head, it's plenty, it's fine, it's luxurious."

I wasn't sure what Elsa meant by her words, but if you listen to Elsa, you can't go wrong first. My samurai is good enough for everyone to want to be proud of.

I gently stroked my husband's amber hair. My husband's hair is firm compared to Cedric's child-specific soft hair, but it goes through between the sarcasm and my fingers. I snuck in and checked, but the big octopus that was in the back of my husband's head was gone.

Then that's how I stroked my hair for a while, but my husband stopped making it slightly mobile.

"Elsa, what should I do, sir, maybe I'm losing my mind. 'Cause it doesn't work."

I look up to Elsa to anxiously ask her husband, who is too immobile, for help.

"That's not true. I'll call Arthur if you don't mind."

I feel like it included something other than that, but my husband's successful shoulders jumped frighteningly at such Elsa's call. Good, I didn't seem to have lost my mind.

My husband raised his face with momentum almost at the same time that I exhaled.

"Liliana"

"Yes, sir"

I was a little surprised because it moved suddenly.

"Why don't you come with me to the next orphanage bazaar?

Now I have solidified into unexpected words.

"Me and you, we're a couple. I think we should set up that opportunity to get to know each other better, because death is going to be a relationship between us. So I think we should talk more, and I want to go out with you. Every day from now on, I would like to make some time to spend with you. So why don't you come with me to the next orphanage bazaar?

My husband didn't look like he was joking. You are staring at me with the utmost seriousness.

The whole thing, what happened to your husband? You didn't even hate seeing my face so much. I'm not surprised you even want to spend time with me.

But while I have amnesia and I don't know anything about it, I guess even the decorations are so meticulous that they want to impress me with the family title of wife.

"I don't mind talking to you like this... the orphanage... isn't going to make it"

I feel like meeting the orphanage kids. But it's more horrible that it scratches your husband's reputation.

I was unconsciously putting my hand on the left dovetail again.

"Don't you like going out with me?

Ask me how my husband said it would be roughly. I panicked and denied the word.

"... I can't believe that something like me would go with my husband, because in a daughter-in-law so clumsy and ugly, the Marquise would mud her husband's face"

I wanted to say it myself and cry. If I were more beautiful like my stepmother or sister, I would have caused one less inconvenience to my husband. The power cages at will in the hand that was on the dovetail.

"Hard to see?

My husband looked as if he had never heard the word before. My husband, who thought he had lost his memory about people because of amnesia, didn't even lose his knowledge, but apparently there was also a lack of that knowledge.

"Ugly, you mean a daughter like me."

I told my husband the meaning of the words as I felt sad.

Then the husband tilted his neck with his mouth wide open. I also tilt my neck when I'm caught.

"Wait, have I hit my head and the meaning of the word turned out to be the opposite?

"I don't think so. My husband and I have a normal conversation..."

"Then why are you clumsy and ugly... someone told you?

"My stepmother and sister taught me. My stepmother and sister, unlike me, are very beautiful."

"There would be no beautiful woman who would say that to her daughter and sister. You are mistaken about something...... Liliana, you are so beautiful"

I inclined my neck more and more to the words given to me by my husband's mouth. Maybe I hit him in the head, and he got a visual abnormality? You should still call Dr. Morgan. That's what I concluded, and I tried to look back at Elsa, but my husband hit me first.

"I'll tell you what, my aesthetic eyes are definitely normal. It doesn't matter what you hit in the head. Hey, Elsa."

"I agree with this heck of a lot only on this matter. I've been thinly aware of this for a long time, but you still made such a mistake. Your wife is very beautiful."

Elsa may have hit him in the head somewhere, too.

"I haven't hit my head"

Elsa, who read in my mind, also stabbed me with a nail.

"... Liliana, you are so beautiful"

My husband doesn't seem to be joking after all. Beautiful blue eyes stare straight at me everywhere, sincerely.

But I couldn't believe that word. I leaned down on my face to escape that look of my husband. I noticed there that my right hand was still holding the pigeon tail to my left. At this point, even if you concede a thousand steps or so and find your face to be in order, there's definitely something ugly and tough here.

"Liliana, if this happens, we'll go to the orphanage bazaar for whatever it takes"

In an unspoken tone, my husband held my hand strongly and declared it. Back to Elsa, yeah, nodding.

I was not going to be forgiven for refusing to do so, and all I could do was snort.