The Marquess’s Amnesia

* Bleeding expressions and violent manifestations present

Pathan, and I saw the door closed, putting more force and weight on the knee that was holding my back to eagle that walnut-colored head and pressing it to rub against the table. A woman with a rag in her mouth screams in pain, but the rag sucks her off and she doesn't hear anything. Boulders are rags of the Marquis family.

The left half of her face was supposed to be a lot worse if she eagled her messy hair and raised her face.

But the busty hazel eyes still stare at me. You may only appreciate the strength of this temper. That eye undoubtedly proclaims, "I think I will be forgiven for doing this".

I smile and answer.

"You hurt my lovely, precious wife and my lovely, lovely Master Cedric, so you were prepared to retaliate accordingly, weren't you? I am a caring lady who pays ten times more for what she's done."

I'm sweet, so I gave you a rag in your mouth to talk to you about it.

"Don't equate me with that ugly woman!!

"I don't know what you're misunderstanding, but I haven't seen the two of you equally. We think of your wife as equivalent to a goddess, but don't worry, we think of you as less than an animal."

The granny rub is messing with her lips.

From the left cheek, where the fragments remain stabbed, there is no more blood, and the table is tainted. Normally, I'd just rip this abrasive dress and wipe it off, but that doesn't make sense either because my butch-cut husband smashed the table. This table is also a very expensive item, so my father will charge this abrasive mother and daughter for this.

"Elsa, I brought you some rope. Tie it up, I'll be in touch."

For a moment, my father, with his face, threw me a rope for captivity and gave it to him, and he left busily. For once, I thanked you, but did you hear me?

My husband taught me to tie the abrasion up behind my back and kick it off the floor.

"Damn............ what are you doing!!

It's a really good talking abrasion. I knew it was loud, so I shoved a rag that wiped the blood off the table into its mouth. You're vomiting something, but it's your fault.

"So I told you, didn't I? Give me ten times back... look at your face."

I took my hand mirror out of my pocket and showed her the mirror so she could see my face.

Hazel's eyes opened as he looked, and he heard a scream creeping from the back of the rag.

That would be the case too, the left half of her face remains bloody and stabbed with some white teacup fragments, and the wound is wide spread because I rubbed it for you. This is definitely a scar that will last a lifetime.

I get to my knees next to the granny rub.

"What a beautiful face you had, and now you're acting like a monster"

Your right face is as beautiful as ever. But your left face, heh, looks terrible.

"It's payback for beating my wife's left cheek that day."

I told him to whisper in his ear. A shuddering, abrasive rub looks at me as I shudder.

"Oh, don't worry. You will never find me guilty. I am Liliana Lutherford, the Marquis of Springfield's maid of honor and escort. You threw a teacup and tried to harm my husband besides my wife, so this is a fine self-defense. And this fragment that's stung on your cheek is something you created yourself. Poor boulder, so I'll tell the butler not to charge for the teacup."

My black pupils closed all the time and my abrasive body trembled badly.

"Elsa! You can't kill me!!

Batan and the door opened and Frederick jumped in after changing his blood phase. My husband, who usually has a cool face, is in a rare and very hurry.

"Frederick, I want to be the nanny of your wife's son, so I'm not gonna kill you."

"... Oh, yeah, good. Still alive..."

Frederick came over here, grabbed Abalone's head, made him raise his face and exhale to make sure he was alive. The granny rub has lost her mind and remains trembling at the advent of a new human being.

"Oh, did your husband do this?

I glanced at Frederick as he noticed the poor table, taking his hands off the granny rub.

"Yep. I ran out of butch for a very innocent, rude, shitty remark about your wife... but that's all I had to do, fortunately. I had a wife, and my husband was a kind husband."

"I guess. Otherwise, wouldn't this parent and child have been jumped in the neck?

Frederick told me to be nothing. My grandmother rubbed her body tightly.

But then my husband, honestly, even I was scared. Normally I was about to beat the crap out of him and this crap and that mother crap, but I couldn't do that because my husband was seriously mad at me. My husband is that temperament, so I'm going to forget, but he's a knight who has done enough to be called a hero in this country to fight through the battlefield. The killings unleashed by such a husband are incomparable with those unleashed by me or my father. Even today was largely suppressed because his wife was there, but if he meant it, I think Azuru Mother and Child were a pass out course.

"Honestly, if you attacked the Marquis and Marquis of Springfield, it's not a ridiculous story that they cut you off on the spot. I'm sure these people will be looking down at Master Liliana the whole time, just like before, but she's the wife of a dignitary in this country. Because it's not the same as the young lady there. My husband is quite important to this country, as a friend of His Royal Highness Prince Wang and the next Knight Commander."

"This abrasion didn't tell me that. Your wife will always be an understatement, and your husband is only as handsome as a rich man."

"I guess. Perhaps you haven't realized that you've committed an outrageous crime yet. I wish I hadn't turned down the friendship from His Royal Highness Prince Wang..."

That's what Frederick said. He dropped a knife on his abrasive neck and stunned him. And I flip my body that was depressed with my legs. I reached for that chest and casually stuck it inside. If I grabbed and pulled out what I touched my fingertips, a ton of pats came out and quickly the abrasive chest shriveled. Sounds like you had quite a bottom up.

"... your breasts didn't look like your mother's"

Stand up laughing with your nose at the chest of a dress that has become a suckaska. I'm a samurai I can do, so I can tell at a glance if my breasts are real or fake. Cultivation and natural products are similar and non-identical.

Master Liliana has something so splendid that it is incompatible with her thin body. From time to time, we of course know that our miserable husband is sweet on his dull, ignorant wife to indulge in its softness. But I keep my mouth shut because my wife seems to think of Ning Luo sweetening husband as cute, not realizing at all that she's "like Cedric sometimes sweet if she's like William". My wife is really innocent, pure and adorable.

"Even so, you made it a mess. I wish I could have done both anyway."

Said Frederick as he carefully pulled the fragments out and put a hand wipe on them to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, no. It would be more desperate if the right half stayed clean. Now, if you don't go back to your wife, you're definitely going to be heartbroken."

"Your husband said he was taking you both to the royal castle, so he wants you to do that."

"Well, oh dear. Then change your dress and say hello."

If we're going to the royal castle, we need to get more into it. Let me grate the new dress that Master William snuck up on and gave me. Totally that heckle came to me scared that he wouldn't take it for no reason. Sure, although the current wife who received the necklace the other day will definitely not receive it.

"Can I leave the rest to you?

"Of course, you can't stay with such a dangerous woman in so many ways."

Laughing floating, Frederick strapped his grandmother rub up his shoulder.

"Where are you taking it?"

"Throw it into it because there's a Knights carriage coming right outside. Uh, the corner carpet's ruined."

Word is a backward cool face and Frederick was looking at the bloody dirty carpet. I followed up with Frederick by saying, "It's from the maids."

When I went out into the hallway, my maid Melissa just came over here.

"Frederick, Elsa, it was just fine. Here comes the Knights carriage."

You're right, there were two female knights and one male behind her.

Both of them are from your husband's belly. The three glanced at the scratch on her face for a moment, but she was calm as a knight, and one of the female knights took up the scratch when she put it in a hemp bag to prevent the escape of the killer she had prepared.

"This is the woman who attacked our husband and his wife, because we are uncertain of her identity. After a rigorous investigation, she will be severely punished, so keep her in fourth place."

"How would you like to be treated?"

"I don't mind the least."

"Okay. Now if you'll excuse me."

The three went away refreshed as they bowed their heads deeply.

My husband has all kinds of authority for what he sees. It means "Never let them get away with it, handle it confidentially". It is used when punishing people who do not go through justice, not killing them alive. So did Count Ayton, I presume?

"I'll keep the carriage in order. I'll ask your wife and Master Cedric."

I raised my face wondering if I could hold my hips for a long time, and I was normally kissed.

"Already! I told you to stop while you were at work!?

Pushing her face, my husband laughed floating and kissed my hand against my forehead and she just went away. Unlike my husband, who has been with me for more than twenty years but who is easy to understand, my husband is a little, he has no grasp.

But maybe the kiss now means "I was worried," so I don't have to take it for you.

I will turn my heels back and rush to my wife.

"Sir, I hope I can follow you properly later..."

You won't be able to follow your wife right now. We're running out of time to leave, so we don't have time to talk slowly.

My husband has yet to say a plain word to his wife, such as "I love you" or "I like you". I mean, "cute" or "mine," but you're probably unconsciously restricting yourself for what you haven't remembered, and you're also aware that your husband and wife don't believe your husband from the bottom of their minds. A delicate, slightly timid wife has not been able to believe her husband.

But even if I were in your wife's shoes, it would be incredible if she told me that she loved her husband, who has no memory of the important part.

I don't want my husband to show my William Lutherford any more men here. Until I have time to talk to my husband properly, I have no choice but to follow up.

"Oh, I should have beaten that mother-and-rub all over again."

With unbearable regret, I rushed to my wife.