Chapter 11

The Count interlocked his hands, leaning his elbows on the desk. Sophia gulped and waited for an answer.

“Is it you?”

Sophia stopped breathing at the Count’s sudden entry. Then, realizing that she was agitated, she responded quickly.

“Yes? What do you mean all of a sudden? Why do you think I did it?”

“Are you trying to pretend? You came secretly at night and attacked me!”

“That, it can’t be. The Count is not to my taste. I have eyes too.”

“Yes, because you have eyes, you must have chosen me.”

Sophia was embarrassed at the corner, but at the same time stunned by his baseless confidence.

“It’s not really. I’ve been serving the Count for a whopping 5 years, and now you’re doubting me.”

Her acting was of a high standard, so the count did not open his mouth even though he had a disgusted expression on his face. The Count motioned for her to leave, so Sofia quickly left the office. As she left, she thought. ‘It’s true that I’m the culprit, but why are you fucking with me?’

Sophia was again enraged by the count’s attitude of doubting and questioning her, apart from the fact that she was the culprit. Moreover, it was absurd that he did not bend the thought that Sophia would like him. So, tonight, Sophia took sleeping pills in the Count’s bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, an empty teacup caught my eye. Sophia, who was a little frightened by the work in the morning, prepared a rope in case of an emergency. The Count, of course, was asleep. I was a little relieved, but I couldn’t be relieved.

She tied the count’s hands and feet with the rope she had brought and secured them to the bedpost. He was suspicious, but I thought it would be okay if I cleaned up perfectly today. She naturally untied the count’s coat and ran her fingers over his body. Passing through his collarbone and brushing his chest, she sat on top of him, admiring the count’s handsome body today.

Sophia hurriedly began to take off the dress she was wearing. As the hem of the dress slipped from her neck, blocking her view of the half-open blue eyes that were looking at her.

” …….”

Looking up at her sharply was Count Ulysses lying beneath her.

“Omg!”

Sophia, who had stopped thinking for a moment and stiffened, stepped back in fright. The Count, who was glaring at her as if he had just woken up, called out to Sophia in a choking voice.

“No, I forgot to cover his eyes!”

Sofia hurriedly pulled out the eyepatch she had brought from her clothes and brought it to the Count’s face.

“Even if you tried to hide it now, but I saw that it was you! Sofia!”

“How can you, uh, how are you awake?”

Sophia put down her blindfold and said in disbelief that he was awake.

“I don’t think there’s an idiot who keeps accepting tea offered to him by a suspicious person.”

“…well, that’s right.”

“Yes, yes. Look, I am right!”