Duke’s Exclusive Painter - Chapter 42
Cedric didn’t eat well in the morning and was mostly just drinking tea to soothe his empty stomach. Therefore, all the food the maids were busy preparing was all for Roselia.
Actually, Roselia wasn’t the type to eat breakfast in the morning either, but this was the only way she could spend her morning with him, so she could only forcibly pick up the fork.
It wasn’t the first time that the two had breakfast today. It started with Cedric’s instruction a month ago, when he felt dissatisfied with her behavior of often staying in the bedroom and skipping meals every time.
“From now on, let’s go down every morning to eat.”
Once she started working on her own, she would never stop until she liked what she had done, and she was a perfect night owl. For her, it is very difficult to wake up in time for Cedric every morning.
In fact, she was living in the same house as Cedric, but she seldom had a chance to see him, and this greatly dissatisfied her. When she first visited him, she was worried that he might consider her behavior strange, but waiting for him to come to her is the same as the beauty of being hanged up on promises without a promise.
It could be seen as a foolish act.
But just as I was thinking about it, he unintentionally solved my problem. According to his instructions, I can see him at least once a day.
So, every morning, even if it’s hard, Roselia really wants to see him.
He barely lifted his eyelid. And the moment her dazed head suddenly woke up was when she now faced the wealthy man, who unlike my disorganized self, had no problems even if he went out right away. It was because of this that the two close rhizomes were in full bloom like flowers blooming, that made her heart pound.
“Are you coming back late today?”
Roselia, who was munching on a salad with lemon-scented sauce, asked quietly. Cedric put down the newspaper he was reading and watched her eat. He smiled and then stretched out his hand without answering.
Roselia was startled and went stiff at the sudden touch on her lips. His fingers swept over her lips. There was yellow sauce at the corner of her mouth. Roselia felt her face heat up and rubbed the back of her hand with her own palm.
“Perhaps I am.”
Cedric left the mansion early in the morning at least four or five times a week, and each time, he would be returning after midnight. Of course, there were many cases where Roselia was still awake at that time too. But I could bother to find him, thinking I might bother him when he was already so tired.
So, to her, the time they spent together was very precious. …
“That’s right, Roselia.”
Cedric, who was looking out of the window in the warm sunlight, opened his mouth as if something just suddenly came into his mind.
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