Isaac was having a calm time as one of Damian's cases came to a close.
If it's summer break, Nicole shouldn't be able to make a scene either.
Rest assured this day, I was chatting with Lisa while she had her knee pillow on the couch.
"Hey, I've been worried about you. What's going on with friendship? You're not like your mother because you're engaged to me?
Take this opportunity to ask what concerns you.
Because if something goes wrong, I want to fix it quickly.
Lisa, asked, answers with a smile.
"Well, Lucia already fixed it for me."
"My mother?
Isaac is surprised at the name of the unexpected.
But I immediately reconsidered that it might have been appropriate for an issue like this.
"Yeah. After all, at first I started to feel distant from my friends. It was an unparalleled conversation. I've been foolish with Lucia about that. Then one day Lucia showed her face to the tea party. That's what he said to me."
Lisa remembers the time and speaks with a distant eye.
"My parents and daughter-in-law may tell me to flatter, but that's counterproductive. Not at party venues or anything, but when you get together with just friends, treat them with the same attitude you've always had. If the house tells you no, 'Why do you need to go out of your way to be just a drummer from the standpoint of being a friend?' Ask back. Even if it's not exactly the same as before, we want our relationship with friends to remain the same. Please keep your friendship the same as Lisa's. Say."
Lisa, who had finished her talk, had a good smile on her face.
"Something convincing about Mr. Lucia. And then they started talking to me like I was a student."
"Right. Good for you."
Lucia is more apt than Isaac because it seems to be an inclusive word.
I didn't even seem to have to stick my neck in Lisa's problem.
"True, I thought about what to do at first, but now it's a joke."
Lisa started laughing with Couscous when Isaac was relieved.
Isaac is also concerned because she seems to be having fun.
"Is something wrong?
"Some of my classmates didn't fit the sleigh, not all my good friends. I don't stand out and say bad things, but when I met you in the city the other day, I said, 'Oh, Lisa. I hear you're entrusted with the care of the Marquis of Wellrod. I envy you for entrusting me with a very honorable job. Wow. I hate it when I just raise my own kids."
"Why is that weird? Aren't you angry?
"Yeah, I'm not angry or anything. Not now."
Lisa strokes Isaac's head.
"You know you have happiness now because you've been through hard times. Now that's a joke, too."
Isaac looked unceasingly at Lisa's face smiling with real joy.
Lisa turns away shyly.
"Lisa......"
"What?
"That's all, if you were engaged to the person your wife referred you to, wouldn't it have been a hard task not to?
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"............... stupid"
"What are you doing here?"
Lisa gently clings Isaac's cheek.
Isaac protests against irrational violence.
But Lisa had a minute on this.
"Are you telling me I should have been engaged to another man?
"No, that's not true. I'm just saying you didn't have a hard time..."
"Terrible..."
Lisa covers her face with both hands.
But the sign revealed that it was a crying imitation.
"Lisa...... Just don't wonder how that falls apart."
"Is that what you found out? That's Isaac. But you can't. Girls, give them such pointless pointers."
Lisa's face, which let go of her hand from her face, was a noticeable expression.
But the willingness not to have completely noticed it from the word is obscured.
"To the younger boy, he took a frying leg in his childhood remarks and said, 'Marry me! It's wilder to approach."
"So that's the place."
Lisa wears Isaac's face again.
This time it was a bit stronger than earlier.
"... Isaac. Make a situation where you have a lot of kids and you're busy taking care of your own kids."
"You're not that busy raising children because nannies and servants can help you, are you? More in social circles than that - stay! Hey, stop it!
For some reason Lisa started clawing and connecting, so Isaac just paid off that hand, too.
When I saw Lisa's face, it was flashy.
"After all, you're the one who's wild"
"Uh, why?
"That's about all you know, already!
Lisa expresses her dissatisfaction with the bump and Isaac.
Like a sudden change, Lisa's lap turned into an uncomfortable spot at once.
Where Isaac was wondering, Bridget appeared.
"Hey, I'm free"
"Even if you tell me that..."
Isaac said, "What, why are you telling me? I just thought."
But if I tried Bridget, I was only wondering why Isaac would react like that.
"Why are you stuck like that? I told you before. I like it..."
(Oh, speaking of which, I would have...)
I forgot because of my recent busy schedule here, but Bridget also told me what I thought.
I was helped by my grandfather's intervention at that time, but now I have no one to turn to.
From Bridget, gently take your gaze off and pray to God that you give up this topic.
"It's not like I want an answer right now. I'm glad you said it."
But God seems to have abandoned Isaac.
Bridget doesn't try to change the subject.
I have no choice, so Isaac sees Bridget.
The eyes were not favorable.
"Mr. Bridget, I didn't want to say this..."
"Hey, what?"
Isaac's gaze and words hunch something disturbing, and Bridget freezes his spine.
"Aren't you stupid enough to like me because I got cold?
Bridget's answer to Isaac's words was - flat-handed.
"Go - hey!
I get up from Lisa's knee with pain.
Even as he jumped up, he felt firmly the feeling of his hair touching Lisa's chest.
Even if I'm just a little happy, it doesn't change the fact that today is a day when I often feel painful.
"I'm serious, but don't tear me up."
"No, no, no, no, no, this is a serious question, too. Anyway, I don't understand that you're going to like me because I've been nice to you, but you're going to like me when I'm cold."
"What, you really thought that?
Apparently, she thought Isaac was a tear.
Isaac used to say things that would tear things up before, so he wouldn't have to.
"Don't you have eyes to see through everything?
This word was directed at Lisa.
Asked, she looks in trouble.
"If I really had, I would have noticed Mr. Bridget's feelings a long time ago. It's an unexpected pit."
Lisa followed Isaac, but there was a thorn in the words about whether she had the earlier thing at her root.
"You really can't do this anymore."
Bridget blames Isaac for feeling something too.
For some reason, it becomes a situation where the two of us can blame Isaac for making his eyes black and white.
(What, the flow I can blame? Ain't nothing awful about how much?
I didn't even feel unreasonable because I didn't remember him. Bridget sighs when she sees Isaac not reflecting.
"I have no choice. Hey, I'll explain it to you. Look, look at me. What do you think?
Bridget starts to look Isaac by turning her hands behind her head or putting her hands on her hips in a sexy pose.
"... the poor man with the head?
Bridget's chest is clearly smaller than Lisa's, which has a chest the size of an average.
I know she plays an attractive woman as a girlfriend, but she was even made to feel pity when posing to accentuate her breasts.
Isaac tells her honest thoughts.
Bridget throws a pitiful gaze instead of being angry at Isaac's words.
"Hey, Lisa. Isn't Isaac interested in a woman? You can't even look at me."
"Yeah, I have it right. Sometimes you look at my breasts and thighs."
"Then why are you unresponsive to me?
"... come on? Mr. Bridget is beautiful enough for me to even fall in love with, so there's no way Isaac the man wouldn't be interested..."
The two of us start whispering, but he was talking in a voice as big as he could hear it critical, as if to make Isaac listen.
Now it was Isaac's turn to cover his face with both hands.
(You found out I was watching! I thought you weren't noticed!
I thought, "Are you going to touch me with dignity in a little while?" I knew myself that I was seeing it as a jitter.
I guess it was a blatant gaze.
Still, it's embarrassing to find out that Lisa still finds me muzzled.
Right now, I was in the mood to get away from this place.
Isaac didn't get away with it because he had the desire to "at least have an excuse for a word or so".
"... All right. Isaac, why don't you look at me with an erotic eye? You mean you're not that attractive? Let me get this straight."
A questionable Bridget throws Isaac a question on a straight ball.
Isaac is also confused by straightforward questions that cannot be misunderstood.
I felt, however, that this question was not something to be hunted down, but a chance to salvage.
I desperately think about excuses quicker than ever.
And the answer Isaac gave me...
"Because Lisa is my fiancée. Isn't it rude to look at someone who isn't your own fiancé or your lover sexually? I think it's more rude to look at my fiancée Lisa with an uninterested eye, so I'm dealing with her differently."
- It was something.
- Lisa is not like her sister, but she is conscious of her own heterosexuality.
- Bridget found out Isaac was a man who didn't turn a sexual eye on anyone.
Two breasts roar with dokun.
"Oh, yeah."
Bridget dyes her face red and starts to creep.
Seeing that sight, Isaac deepens his doubts.
(What, why? If they tell me I can't be seen with a sexual eye, I would be somewhere dissatisfied in this case)
Things are different this time.
"I don't like being seen with sexual eyes" means I don't like being seen with nasty eyes.
So I know they appreciate what I didn't see with those eyes.
Isaac, personally. But this time I've appealed to myself to "look at me sexually". "I hope I'm not attracted!" I thought you'd get angry enough.
No, Bridget, that's about as sure as I was to react like that.
That's why Isaac couldn't understand her reaction right now.
But Isaac should have remembered.
- The word "love is blind".
Bridget now is in a state where she receives Isaac's words as good.
Unlike other humans, it just seemed like a wind that he was an honest man to a woman.
He was shy when he realized once again that he wanted to be liked because he was such a person.
"I knew Isaac wasn't like anyone with a naughty eye for a girl."
"Also, of course..."
(Don't be noticed. Don't be noticed. Don't be noticed. Don't be noticed -)
Isaac tells himself over and over again in his heart.
No matter how blunt your maiden heart is...
"I have a thin chest, so I'm not interested."
- I know that if I find out what it feels like, I'm going to be terrible.
If Bridget and Judith even noticed the difference in gaze on their chest, it would surely be hard.
The thought that we should never find out was as strong as it was about rebellion.
"Maybe that's what you like about it."
Bridget doesn't know what Isaac is thinking.
So I push it gooey.
"I think I know what's different about ordinary aristocracy is that it's fascinating. Isaac doesn't use his title to keep his opponent quiet. I like it when we talk about it and try to work it out."
(Is that it? Looks like I used it pretty good...... Oh, you just haven't seen it!
It was Isaac who was uncomfortable with Lisa's words, but soon came to a reason.
I have been tricking merchant opponents using different positions, but only some people know that.
Especially if you haven't seen the scene like Lisa, you shouldn't know what kind of negotiations you've made.
No wonder they seem to have solved it just through discussion.
"That's right. A duke is about as great as a king, isn't he? But it's nice not to be great."
"Recently, in public, I started ordering servants to do it in an order tone, but when you look at the" how many times have you been "asking me to do it just inside you, you think it hasn't changed for a long time,"
"Yeah, well, that's what makes it seem so cute."
"Yes, stoop!
Isaac stops talking about the two of them because something embarrassing has turned the story in.
"Not out of the question?
"So, can we get back to this?
Bridget asks with a serious face.
It would be like a threat, "We're going back to our relationship."
At least, that's what Isaac received.
"So you really want to hear my clear answer? If you want to hear it, I'll answer it."
So, Isaac does it again, too.
Bridget also looked sinister at this.
In my current state, I'm likely to be able to answer "I'm not willing to marry you at all".
If you hear that, you won't be able to continue your current relationship.
Regrettably.
"If you're free, let's talk together. There's no need to rush for answers."
Seeing the look on her face like that, Isaac made her escape route.
If they really said, "Well, answer me," Isaac would feel awkward too, so it was also an escape route for himself.
"... well, let's do that. But let me hear the answer one day... No, let me give you a good answer before my charm."
"It's hard to do if you feel that way..."
The truth is, "I used to say when I got back to the village, I'd look for my lover or something, but what's going on? I wanted to ask you, but today I have been reminded that it is not a trend that I can say that.
Isaac couldn't hit a valid counterattack and was just in trouble.