The Marquess’s Amnesia

I tried to hit the turnaround, but for some reason, I can't get any movement at all.

Plus I felt kind of wrapped up in a very hard futon, but the gentle warm futon is very comfortable. When I rubbed against the rind and its futon, I was more and more wrapped in the futon. It even smells good with a refreshing cologne.

Again, I was about to fall into a deep sleep, and I said, "Aren't futons coming from me? 'I asked the question, and at once my consciousness awakened.

What was ahead that kept my eyes open was a masculine chest. My cheeks were stuck together perfectly because the shirt was unbuttoned.

"Huh!"

I looked up, roughly, and swallowed up the scream that I was about to raise quickly somehow.

My husband's beautiful sleeping face was at the end of his eyes and nose. From the thin open lip gap, there is zero soothing sleep.

You can be disappointed and tight enough to get out of it. That's why I can't turn around with a sleigh. No, not if you're convinced.

I worked so hard to figure out how this happened in the first place, I went back to my memory.

My husband invited me to dinner last night, so Elsa helped me get in order and left the room, and yes, I remember when I was at my parents' house on my way. I don't remember Raheen very well, but the next time I woke up, he was in his room and he had a husband beside him.

My husband didn't even get angry at me for inviting me around the corner but he ruined it, on the contrary, he was very worried.

Besides, you just took my zero past story, and my husband hugged me and told me that he wanted to be a real couple. That's not all, he held me in his arms wishing me not to put up with tears, and I remember to the point where I borrowed my husband's chest and cried, but I don't remember refreshingly from it.

"Duh, what shall we do..."

My apologies are overflowing. For now, I'm trying to get out of here somehow, but I knew my husband's arm wouldn't freak me out. It makes me wonder if it's made of steel or something.

Then my husband awoke slowly, fumbling away. I fell asleep and had fluffy contours with my blue eyes, which made me solidify like a stone again.

But the moment I opened my mouth to apologize, my husband smiled flutteringly.

"Morning, Liliana"

to a smile and voice conceived of the sweetness that seemed to wander. Now I have solidified in a different way. I felt my cheeks twitch and fever and stain red. Even though it's snuggly, it's even more huggable.

"Oh, shit."

I barely call my husband, who buries his nose tip in my hair.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, how you feeling?

Big hands make sure they wrap my cheeks around and stroke me. The other day, I just found out that my temperature was warmer than usual because I was awake. Or is my cheek hot?

"Oh, uh, last night, I..."

"Everything's fine. There's nothing you can apologize for, nothing to be afraid of."

That's what I said, my husband smiled gently.

"Thank you very much," I thanked him, as I was about to cry in peace. My husband, yeah, and when I nodded one, I slowly reached for the pillow and took the golden pocket watch. It won't belong to me, so it will belong to my husband. My husband checked the time and put his pocket watch back next to his pillow again.

"It's time for breakfast..."

"So, then I need to wake up now..."

I don't have my heart as it is, so I'm desperate. My husband laughed ridiculously when he narrowed his eyes like he saw through my heart and gradually opened me up. I lose the weight of my unwrapped arm and finally I wake up. It's so loud that my heart is about to burst when it's bulky, and my cheeks still have a fever. My husband, too, got up with a gu stretch.

I was wearing Negrije because Elsa let me change, but my husband kept dressed at dinner and his jacket, vest, scarf, etc. were left uncrafted at the foot of the bed.

"Hey, Liliana"

"Yes, sir"

I was worried about the wrinkles in my abandoned jacket, and I'd be called by name and rushed back to consciousness by my husband.

My husband is staring at me with some very gentle eyes.

"First, get used to dining with me"

"Huh?"

"You're always eating in your room."

There's nothing else to snort about without grasping the story.

My husband, after stroking his jaw to think a little, nodded well as if he had come up with a name proposal.

"Then I'll eat in your room, day and night."

"What?"

"No tough course food. I don't think that kind of thing suits me either. Let's talk about a lot of things while we eat. I want to know about you. I want to engrave Liliana in my empty memory."

I had trouble replying to words I never thought I would.

Then my husband wrapped my hands around my lap with his big hands.

"Will you listen to me, my sweet Liliana"

My husband peeks into my face from below with that sweet smile on his face again.

Why am I so vulnerable to this smile?

"Never, if you're not angry..."

My husband said he uttered rude words like trying my husband, and that made me laugh happily. I'm surprised at that and blink my eyes.

"Even if I ever get mad at you, you'll never get mad at me. Thanks, Liliana!

"Oh, my God, my husband!

Mr. Shagu hugged me again. But what made my husband so happy, he wouldn't let me go until Elsa arrived with his morning demeanor.

I hadn't realized yet at this time that I was familiar with the comfort in that arm.

"Elsa, is there anything weird about me? Are you okay?"

Elsa nodded with a giggle at me as I came and went in the room with Oro.

"My wife today is tough, she's adorable. Besides, you don't have to be nervous like your husband."

I'm nervous because I'm your husband.

I held my chest with both hands and exhaled.

Now that I've finished breakfast, I usually sew, read, and have manners lessons and studies on some days, what a day my husband asked me to show him around the mansion.

What Elsa has prepared for me is a light water coloured dress. Elsa tied my hair together beautifully, too. Both sides are braided and very cute. Elsa's hands always tie my hair beautifully like magic.

But the contents are me, so I'm sorry that I can't fully live the magic of Elsa in the corner either.

"Hey, Elsa"

"Yes, ma'am"

I stop and look back at Elsa.

"... I, my husband, thought he was more scared, but now he's not too scared. Have I lost my memory... does it matter?

Elsa loosened her expression a lot after showing my words a slightly contemplative trick.

"Don't worry. My husband is inherently of such a character. You may have been a rude, disrespectful gentleman who remained grumpy and snuggly silent in front of his wife, but you should have had a clear and very discerning personality of joy and sorrow. Of course, I belong to a class called aristocracy, and I'm in a position to do so, so it's up to them outside to wear the right mask, but it's always like that in front of me."

"Really?

"Yes, it might be easier for you to treat me like I'm a big kid with a figure."

"Well, Elsa. You're a good joke."

I stuck laughing because Elsa says it with too serious a face. You don't look like a child to a husband that big and splendid. Besides, my husband is ten years older than me.

"But thank you. I feel kind of relieved."

"That's more than anything... Oh, I think I'm here."

I hear a cone and a knock and I look back at the door. The tension that should have left me watching Elsa go to the back to respond just happens to try to grasp my heart.

I nodded small as Elsa looked back at me, exchanging two or three words from the gap in the door that opened slightly.

My husband showed up when Gachari and the door opened and Elsa avoided to the side. Today, I was dressed in blue based clothing. My husband is compelling, even if it is a simple design and not flashy decorative everyday clothing. The disappointed figure may further enhance your husband's appearance.

My husband looked around the room and when he noticed me, he let his face shine all the time, and he just came to me.

When I stopped my leg in front of me, I just ran my gaze from top to bottom.

"Yeah, very cute. It's like a lovely water fairy."

Then they took my hand and my mouth dropped on the back of my hand. All sorts of things happen at once too much to handle. My mind and head are going to burst. My cheeks with heat at once will be as red as a corn.

"Fifteen points, right? Fifteen out of a hundred, let me tell you."

If I looked up at the voice I heard from the side, there was Elsa with a cold look on her face.

"Why don't you bring one of the flowers?

Elsa frowned when she saw her husband and Mr. Frederick, who would refrain behind him. My husband let go of my hand and turned to me softly. What the hell is wrong with Elsa, and Mr. Frederick laughed and opened his mouth furiously when he was horny.

"My husband went to ask Jamal the gardener for a poor, clear flower, Jamal is sure of the gardener's arm, but recently he didn't know his husband had amnesia because he was distracted by his ears and distractions." There are no flowers to give to an insolent man like my husband! "and about the front door payment... apparently Jamal was slightly mistaken as to whether his husband was going out to another woman's place as well"

"It's a matter of daily deeds."

Elsa said, somewhat with great pleasure.

Grandpa Jamal is a gardener serving the Marquis. Grandpa Jamal, whose white beard is a trademark, is far from the limit of health and ears due to his age, so most of his work is now partitioned by his son Jack and his grandson Ferre, but the flower beds and greenhouses where he grows flowers to decorate his important room are still taken care of by Grandpa Jamal. Grandpa Jamal says he is childhood friendly with his husband's uncle with the best old stock among his servants. By the way, she says her husband's uncle and aunt are alive and well and live in a separate house in a peaceful rural town a little far from the Wang capital.

"Jamal has his wife. That's cute."

"That's why my husband failed to prepare flowers."

"Sir, did you want flowers?

My husband looked back at me like he was sorry for some reason, and, oh, he nodded in an unhectic voice.

I'm sure her husband's heart, angry with anxiety because of amnesia, may be looking for healing. Flowers heal and calm your heart with their pity and beauty.

"Sir, then I'll ask Uncle Jamal for flowers to decorate your husband's room later. Grandpa Jamal always sees beautiful flowers in my room."

"Oh, oh, yeah. Thank you, Liliana......"

My husband looked surprised and then thanked me as I stared away somewhere. He's a disciplined and gentle husband.

I felt Mr. Frederick's shoulder trembling as he leaned down with Elsa, who covered his mouth with his hand and turned that way, but when my husband coughed up, the tremor between the two shoulders stopped. I tilt my neck wondering what it was, but I decided not to care because I didn't seem sick or anything.

"Liliana, my impudent husband, can you show me the mansion?

That's what I said. My husband turned to me, and for some reason he offered me an arm.

What the hell is wrong with you? I come up with something on my arm maybe, and I bring my face closer, but it's not flaky or torn. I will tilt my neck if I get hurt.

Then Elsa bowed herself and leaned her mouth in my ear.

"Ma'am, my husband didn't hurt his arm, he didn't have a hole in his elbow, he's trying to escort me."

No way, I thought, but Elsa didn't seem to be joking, and above all, her husband is staring at my complexion with his arms out.

It's okay, and Elsa pushed me gently on the back, so I stepped forward and put my hand on my rough husband's arm. My husband's arm holding the sword was disappointing, even from the top of his clothes. Then my husband laughs with great pleasure and my cheeks naturally loose in relief.

"Good. I thought I didn't like it."

To your husband's words, I shook my head sideways.

The smell of your husband's cologne strokes his nose tip because of the close distance, which is all the more exciting.

"This is the first time you've done something like this, so... heh, it's kind of like being a princess. It's special and luxurious."

Since I married the Marquis, I have embarrassed myself to read something called a romantic novel. Heroin varied from being a princess, to being a town daughter, to being the same noble lady as me, but quite often there was a scene where my lover would escort me like this.

I've had these things with Elsa, who played the other role during dance lessons, but the man, it's also a special comfort to have her husband.

The heroines in the novels I've read so far must have been as exciting and fluffy as I am.

I was floating, and at this time my husband looked up to the ceiling with one hand covering his bright red face, Elsa loosened her cheek saying, "My wife is still cute today," and I didn't realize that Mr. Frederick was watching such Elsa warmly.