The Villainess Comes Back in Time to Find the One Who Truly Loved Her One Week Before Dying

My head hurts. I feel a little sick. You're totally hungover... I had so much to drink yesterday that I had no choice. Well, look, it's a holiday, and let's take a day off in the room.

... that's no good, even if we don't explain the situation to Chelsea soon, including yesterday...

... Me, Chelsea saw me coming home yesterday with Mr. Westwood, didn't she? It's not a dream, is it, that? But why was Chelsea near my room late that night?

Chelsea sucked yesterday. We've been together for years, but I've never seen him like that. Maybe he was more powerful than our mother or sister with the sword. No, not "maybe," for sure.

'Still, I won't tolerate cheating. Do it to me if you want to get your hands on it. Think of it as turning the demonic kingdom against the enemy the moment the affair finds out'

'No, you can't do anything that doesn't work. I'm a little serious because I have a strong appetite for exclusivity.'

I remember a line she told me back in the day. Yeah, she's been alerting you enough since then. And yet I'm totally bad for acting misleading.

I don't know if you can believe me, but with Mr. Westwood, I have to explain and apologize. And let's make a proper apology for my behavior over the past week. Yeah, if you decide to...

Get your body out of bed, and don't wake Chelsea sleeping next door softly...

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..................... Huh?

I rushed to check the condition of my outfit. Oh, good. Properly the same clothes as last night, not even disturbed.

Oh, well... speaking of which, yesterday, you put me in bed drunk and flirty and you managed to smile gently at me as I said, "Let's talk tomorrow, good night" to talk.

I was drunk and I fell asleep right after... but she, did you stay in my room like that? Eileen would be worried.

Staring at Chelsea's sleeping face. Deep love and uncontrollable fondness came from the bottom of my heart. I realized again that I felt so strongly that I loved everything about her, that I never wanted to lose her, that she was the most important thing in the world.

I remember the look on her face yesterday stained with anger and despair. I grieved her so much, made her suffer, and again deplored and deeply regretted that it was me who drove her.

There were still tear marks on her sleeping face. I don't think it was just about Mr. Westwood who tormented her, no doubt. Because of my unselfish behavior, which lasted a week, I'm sure she was deeply hurt and cried over and over again.

If I were in the opposite position, I probably couldn't stand it. If Chelsea suddenly gets depressed and doesn't tell me why no matter how many times she asks, and she's been acting like she avoids me.

Probably by now I'd be on my way to my sister. I can't believe I make my beloved feel unbearable... I really suck.

"I had nothing with Mr. Westwood. I'm so sorry I misled you and made you sad.... I love you, Chelsea."

He strokes to wipe the tear marks that remain near Chelsea's eyes with his right thumb, whining so much like a solitary voice. Around the first time an excused line comes out at a time like this, I'm maybe a muscled scumbag man.

"... Really?

From Chelsea's eyes as she meditated, tears were spilling again.

... What? You were awake?

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Then Chelsea hugged me and kept crying for a while. I've been gently stroking her head, waiting for her to settle down.

After a while she settled down, I sat down in the chair in front of my desk and explained to Chelsea, who was sitting a little bit in bed, what had been going on as a pout.

Coincidentally, I witnessed the scene where Chelsea was being proposed to Prince Kyle on the roof of the old school building, that I had seen Prince Kyle to the point of falling on one knee, but had escaped because I was afraid to see how Chelsea would respond, that it had caused me to get depressed and run off to booze.

Chelsea told me that I was watching the scene with Prince Kyle, "What, from where?" Surprised, "he said, as for the fact that he escaped because he was afraid to see Chelsea's reply," If you're going to see it, you're going to have to see it to the end. I said no properly, "he swelled his cheeks. I apologized peacefully for the heckle.

Of course, I also apologized for taking such an attitude as to avoid Chelsea for a week. She said in a stubborn tone, "I really don't think you should forgive me right away, but I'll only forgive you specially this time because I have a fallen in love weakness. 'Cause there's no next time,' he said, forgiving me.... an angel?

I didn't even cover up what I thought. I told her everything. At first I had the feeling that "I may have missed my chance to be Princess because of myself" and "I may have taken away Chelsea's glorious future," but that I realized it was all hypocrisy.

The negative emotion that was causing me in the end was the fear that the appearance of a man who deserved Chelsea more than I did might change Chelsea's mind and his jealousy of Prince Kyle, who had all the conditions that Chelsea deserved more than I did.

Chelsea had heard the first half words with a bitter face, but when she heard the second half she had a slightly surprised look on her face. The fact that my expression changes corny is so cute.

I also explained carefully with Mr. Westwood as he chose to speak. I don't know why, but apparently she likes me, but it was a real coincidence that I met her yesterday, that there was nothing nasty about it, and that she's going to explain to me that I'm dating Chelsea.

... Well, perhaps Mr. Westwood already understands that my "girlfriend" is Chelsea without having to explain it again from me.

By the way, in the "I hear Mr. Westwood has a thing for me" crap, the highlights disappeared from Chelsea's eyes again.

Apparently, my girlfriend has a yandered side. I know you're a mild one.... Maybe it's just my desire to be mild.

... I swore to myself to be even more careful what I did so Chelsea wouldn't misunderstand me from now on in any case. There must be no injuries or deaths because of my actions, and above all, I don't want to hurt Chelsea any more.

And I told Chelsea without even covering up my overly hectic behavior or my childish jealousy of a nearly ten year old boy, so that I could convey my honest thoughts straight to Chelsea, as if the seal had been broken.

"I love Chelsea. I love you so much."

… ... Eh, thanks. Me too. "

"I don't want to give it to anyone. If they're princes, they're demons."

"... yeah, don't worry, I've always been Mason's"

"... thanks. I'll take care of it for the rest of my life. So stay by my side the whole time, okay? Don't go anywhere."

"... Yes"

Keep looking straight into Chelsea's eyes and conveying favors and affections. Chelsea replies with a slightly illuminated look on her cheek as she expresses her affection straight as someone else did until yesterday, but with joy.

... I should have done this from the start. Nothing. I didn't have to keep it "less than a lover" until I graduated from school.

Because it's after school that I run off, so where's the reason I have to go out with you from that timing? No, maybe I'll just keep running off like this.

... Well, at first, you were seriously thinking, "Is it good if I take away her future potential?" You were a hypocrite, you were an idiot. Try to cool off on the heckle.

You loved her so much that you couldn't live without Chelsea. No, is it true heckling because you don't try to admit it?

But now, when it comes to Chelsea, let's graduate. My sister said heckling is better than drooling somewhere, but for me, Chelsea, I'd be happy to drool. No, he's not dying, is he? Because I want to live happily ever after with Chelsea.

Get up from the chair and kneel one knee in front of the bed where she is sitting. Chelsea gets out of bed with a slightly surprised face. Gently grip her left hand with her right hand and look up at her.

"I'm sorry I'm late.... Chelsea Rosedale, would you please hang out with me"

"... Yes. Happy to."

I'm sorry you don't have a ring, let's go buy one today or tomorrow. I stood up apologizing so in my heart, holding Chelsea as I was, laying my lips on her.