The Resetting Lady

Isela wiped her tears and fixed her makeup.

The woman in the mirror was a mess. No speaking, no makeup, everything.

"You're a cheap rascal....”

Why is she so pretty?

I see weak blond hair. It's not gold. The root was dark brown and the grain was soft at the expense of money, but it was like a broom compared to that Karen. He cursed his mother, who had not given birth to her beautifully, and then shook her head.

The ability to distinguish between money and commercial ability that had accumulated so much, to distinguish the difference in number within it, and to make money for legal loopholes was so precious that I felt all that I wanted in front of Karen Haier's natural castles.

How many people do you think will get married for love?’

But, Dad. He has a government. When I was five years old, I saw a tutor who kissed my father. He always respects his mother, but he doesn't treat her as the only woman. Of course, my mother knew that and quietly changed her tutor. The saddest moment for me was when I saw my mother being friendly with the butler. What's wrong with dreaming of love? What's wrong?

Puck.

He punched in the mirror. But the mirror did not break and only my hands hurt.

The blurry impression became more blurred through the mirror that was dirty in the handprints.

"Ha…."

While analyzing the documents endlessly, the fairy tale, which I read from time to time, featured a princess and a prince who always loved perfectly. They never change their love. The prince always loved the princess, protected her, and became happy together.

Isela still can't forget the day she first met Raymond. He was a prince in a fairy tale. It was a girl's dream. He didn't love Isela from the moment he saw her, but he was fine. There are far more stories that end in a happy ending, even if the first meeting is just so. Over time, he'll see his strengths, and then...

"That can't be true, it can't be....’

He laughed in vain.

You're changing your attitude, pretending to be pathetic. Ha, Isela laughed at her own weakness. Karen must be comfortable. How comfortable it is to look pretty and poor without money. Isela imitating you? It's abominable to pretend that no one has money.

What's important is that women's speech and abilities are obscured by their appearance. Even if a girl earns a lot of money for her ability, it is less expensive than a beauty's smile. The preference for lovers was infinitely low, as merchants wanted to have a talented girlfriend as well-behaved person. Isela has seen so many such cases. I'm sick and tired of it.

But Raymond thought it would be different...Because my father did. At one point, Isela knew that her father's governments were always younger and more beautiful than her mother. I realized the truth late, but it was too late. No, I knew it, but I couldn't help it. That's an excuse.

It would have been more miserable if he had not even studied like that. And as well as studying, Isela spent a lot of money for beauty. Various make-up trees on her face and hair and stylish clothes on her body made her look better. But how can you change the proportion and shape of your natural face and body, the color of your skin and hair?

The value of a man is not in appearance, and we hope that God will consider us as a match for our inner beauty... What the hell, what the hell.

If he didn't speak, he just sat down, looked around, and somehow threw a word or two like Karen, he could be even more miserable. It's obvious that no one cares, and it's going to be like a dried-up weed.

I fixed my make-up. He clenched his lips. Mr. Raymond, you still have to marry me. You were sold to my family. Evans never takes out debt.

"…hahaha."

Beyond the terrace, Raymond's clear laughter was heard. At first glance, his shiny blond hair is dulking. That's how he laughs. He was laughing from the bottom of his heart. I could hear Karen's voice little by little. You looked happy. Isela suppressed the urge to run in and grab her hair right away.

He listened attentively. The conversation sounds faint.

"Isn't that right?"

"Wow… Driver, you're incredibly confident."

Raymond smiled at Karen and found Isela. Isela knew he had definitely seen her. But he didn't even care about it and continued talking to Karen.

"I'm a pretty popular groom."

Cruelly, his engagement to Isela has nothing to do with him.

"…you said that to yourself… You're great."

"Isn't that right?"

"How do I know? I saw you for the first time that night.”

Raymond leaned back slightly and made eye contact with Karen.

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"What?"

"You know me."

Isela held her breath.

***

During a short break, Karen opened each ornamental flower and calculated it. I struggled to untangle my tangled mind. Who is she that father saw?

Obviously Nancy strangled Karen. But are you sure you're out of breath? No, it's not. If she hadn't died, there must have been another accident. So where does it start with fantasy? Karen is suspicious of her accident, but it has rather troubled herself.

"…sigh."

I breathed in the cool night air. I feel like my head is clearing up a little. I looked at the moon against the railing of the terrace. I had a throbbing headache. I need time to think.

How far can you trust your senses?

Karen looked down at her hand. If a fan knows his or her madness, how far can he or she be sure of his or her senses?

In the end, Karen had no choice but to guess through others, not herself. You can't trust yourself more than anyone else. Think of other people's words rather than your own vision and senses. Let's exclude the assumption that even that is a fantasy. Let's be a little more rational, Karen.

Isela saw Nancy's body. Nancy's death is certain to some extent because she has seen the bodies of the same person in common. And the horseman who was playing Nancy changed the direction to Donna. Let's put this part aside. Feelings are not certain here. Dialogue and testimony are important.

It took time for Isela to see the body after she brought it. Karen had no intention of hiding the body, so she just put it up. with a necklace on There was plenty of time for someone to shred the body.

Whatever the process is, there is only one thing to check now.

Is it true what Young-ju says?

"What are you thinking so hard?”

Raymond popped up in the dark and appeared on the terrace.

I'm tired of it.

Karen had to struggle to control her facial expression against Raymond, who was disrupting her thoughts.

"It's nothing.

He crushed the petals and threw them away. It's annoying. If this life is a fantastic fantasy, Raymond is one of the first-class nightmares. It's slick on the outside and never answers. His love is meaningless. His face, talent and wealth, everything was useless in the face of Karen's questions.

"If it's nothing, I'd like to spend a time together as nothing."

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm sorry. Would you like a drink? It's high in sugar, so it's good for a change."

You're getting on my nerves. Karen, irritated, answered, glaring at the glass.

"I can't drink alcohol because of the wound."

"Then I'll have to drink two.”

Oh, come on.

"Why don't you take it down with a bottle?"

It's okay to die of acute alcoholism.

"…hahaha"

Raymond opened his eyes round and laughed aloud.

"You don't look well, do you?”

"What's the good news? I've been stabbed…."

Because you were late.

Even as the tail of his eyes went up, Raymond smiled and smoothed his face.

"Isn't it pretty good to see me?"

"What?"

"There was Young-ae who volunteered to nurse me on the battlefield to see me."

"Oh yes... I see."

They make eye contact with a playful smile. He has a boyish face.

"Isn't that right?"

"Wow… Driver, you're incredibly confident."

Show off. Karen grinned. But it wasn't very funny. Raymond was always full of confidence. A man like that gets a good feeling everywhere. It was rather a deception for such a handsome man to show off his modesty.

"But this attitude is not very good."

"Are you offering me humility?”

"No, not really, but… Something like this."

Raymond held Karen's hand and was looking up. Karen tried to pull out her hand, but Raymond held tight and wouldn't let go.

"What do you mean, what do you mean what?”

"You have Miss Evans…."

Well, Karen noticed Isella's presence.

"I'm just trying to make sure my hands aren'

"…let me go."

"Wait a minute, please."

Damn, thanks to Raymond, who doesn't care whether Isella hears it or not, it's clear that she'll be pretty bullied later on. Isela is close, and this is a bad sign. Previously, Isela was jealous and poured tar on Karen. Oh, I hate it when my hair gets tarred. Karen preferred a more clandestine approach.

"You have such a hateful face."

Yes. Thanks to you, I'm sure the future will change my hair length. Karen became impatient with Raymond. Whatever she was feeling, Raymond gazed at Karen, speaking softly.

"I was hoping you wouldn't like it."

"That's an illusion, too. Why am I?"

"I'm a pretty popular groom."

Speaking as if he was truly pleased, Raymond whispered to Karen.

"This business is quite favorable to the Evans.”

"…but?"

Raymond's eyes scanned his wrists and shoulders from the tip of his fingernails, stayed on his side, and pointed to Karen's eyes. A low-pitched voice rang in my ears. Karen's neck trembled slightly.

"If you take me away from Evans Young-ae, it'll be a perfect revenge. So I thought about it. I'm afraid they'll be after me. I think you've known me for a while."

"Ha, how do I know you? I saw you for the first time that night.”

Raymond leaned back slightly and made eye contact with Karen.

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"What?"

"You know me, don't you?

My heart is racing.

That can't be true.

That's true.

"What... I know you're famous for being a war hero."

"That's not the story."

That can't be true.

Long ago, decades ago, almost 100 years ago, since we first met.

I've told you several times. Don't you know me? He asked me if I don't remember and how I could forget myself.

"…are you saying that I intended to seduce you?”

And you didn't remember.