Chapter 308 – The Way of Love (5)
Dinner is placed on the table.
Those who walk the path of sorcery have one big common denominator, which is that they don’t use extravagance.
They were the ones who lived in a long tower structure for efficiency.
To them, masterpieces by masters of art were nothing more than just objects wrapped in paint on paper.
Those who were only interested in proving, experimenting, improving, coordinating, and creating magic were the magicians.
That is why the Audrey family’s meals were always moderate.
The salt mansion’s diet was to distribute nutrients evenly for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and prepare just enough to eat.
But not today.
Early in the morning, as soon as the sun rose, the cook could not take off the gob and had the householder stir-fry it.
Somehow, I was surprised by the word to make as many kinds of delicious dishes as possible, but for a moment I was busy preparing dinner without opening my eyes.
It was natural for the family members, as well as Lady Meryl and the guests staying at the mansion, to be surprised.
Because there were so many bowls that the upper legs would break.
However, the expression of the Audrey couple was not good.
To be precise, the head of household, Audrey Yvette, was trembling.
Always noble-, noble, she looks at her and wiggles her fingers.
While she was doing that, no one lifted a spoon and she looked at the head of the house.
Audrey pursed his lips and barely moved his hand to pick up the grilled horse mackerel.
It was her husband’s favorite food.
“All, you… This is your favorite grilled horse mackerel… The cook had a hard time finding it.”
She carefully places it on her husband’s bowl. The servants glanced at her husband with a nervous feeling.
However, her husband took the horse mackerel with a spoon and put it back to its original place.
“I’m okay. Everyone eats well.”
Her husband said that in a dry tone, and she got up without lifting a spoon.
Audrey’s shoulders trembled as if she had been hit by an arrow.
She looked at her husband’s back with her sorrowful eyes and stretched out her hand, but in the end she couldn’t catch him.
My husband left the restaurant and went straight to work at the magic tower.
It’s been a week already.
Don’t worry about me, everyone eat- After leaving the words, Audrey staggered to her feet.
I felt like going crazy.
If I knew why her husband was doing this, I would do something about it, but I couldn’t figure out the reason for her conduct.
It would be nice if I could say something calmly, but even when I asked what I had done wrong, my husband was silent.
He said he was fine, that he hadn’t done anything wrong, so don’t worry about it… There was no way he could do that.
Audrey has done everything her husband liked.
There were times when she tried to act cute, which her husband especially liked, and visited the ground floor with a side dish he liked.
But the words that came back were cold.
He told me not to visit him like this in the future- My husband drew a line.
Life became more and more impoverished.
The feeling of bleeding -. When his daughter asked why her father was like that, Audrey couldn’t say anything. She was a yard that she herself knew nothing about.
My husband seemed like he was trying to treat himself as someone who doesn’t exist.
Not only was she unable to concentrate in class, but she also almost suffered embarrassment at the committee’s plenary session.
She had trips down the street, of course, and had forgotten to put on her underwear. She later went to the bathroom and, belatedly realizing, prank-slapped me on the head.
She felt increasingly worthless.
That much, I could see how big a part her husband occupied in her heart.
It felt like half of her heart had been ripped off.
It was painful – it was painful. Every time he ignored her words, avoided her touch, pretended not to hear her pleas, her heart was shattered into pieces.
It was hard.
Really-.
Am I tired now? Have I hated you?
Maybe there was another young and pretty girl-.
All kinds of anxiety and imagination gnaw at her heart.
Audrey tugged at his hair.
Click-
“Are you okay···?”
Audrey’s assistant, a woman with curly blonde hair- Monica held out a teacup.
Her familiar scent tickled the bridge of her nose.
It’s an odd scent. The excitement of her rampage subsides as she smells her calming scent.
Audrey put her hand on her chest and her eyelids fluttered. Huuuuu
“Thank you for your concern- Monica.”
Audrey tried to smile while holding the teacup. Warmth spreads through her palms.
“Really···. Are you okay?”
Monica asks again.
Audrey squeezed her teacup and bent over. He rolled up his entire body like a shrimp, as if leaning on a heavy heart. He feels himself getting smaller and smaller.
Perhaps because of the atmosphere, no one except Monica was able to come close to her.
She was very fortunate to have her by her side.
Even if I couldn’t reveal her true feelings, just having her by her side and worrying about me like this – it felt like a great source of strength.
As if she had read those thoughts-, her hand wrapped around Audrey’s.
“…Mo, Monica?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but do your best. Professor.”
Hearing such consolation, I burst into tears without even realizing it. The sadness that had been suppressed all week began to leak out like a bursting dam.
Whoops- Whoops-
As she began to cry, her Monica opened her arms and held her in her arms.
So she wept more bitterly.
Those who were standing near the professor’s office avoided their seats one by one. It was to be considerate of Audrey.
She stopped crying after a while.
Still, she seems to have gotten better after crying, and she tries to smile even though tears run down the corners of her eyes.
“Thank you so much, Monica, sniff-. I feel like I’m getting a little better… Great.”
Audrey sniffed her nose and fell off Monica’s chest.
A grown woman—because she showed such rudeness after becoming a mother with a grown-up daughter—was quite embarrassing.
Monica smiled lightly at Audrey, her Volga burning red, and asked cautiously.
“My husband… Is it because?”
“…Uh, how?”
Her eyes were pierced, and she opened her eyes wide, realizing that she couldn’t be unaware that she looked like that every morning at breakfast.
In her eyes, she only saw her husband, so it was because she didn’t look around.
“Whoa – you’ve seen something I haven’t seen in a while…”
“No, I know it will be very difficult. I understand.”
“···Really?”
Come to think of it, Monica, who looked so young, was also a married woman with her husband.
She was even more told that she had a baby in her belly. She wasn’t born that way yet, but she too will be a mother to a child someday.
Monica thrust her handkerchief up Audrey’s nose as she sniffed.
“Hey, hey! Do it!”
“… It’s okay, it’s okay-.”
“Hurry up!”
Audrey rolled into her face—a casual sniff—and blew her nose.
“Now, on the other side.”
“Huh, huh…”
“You have to do it right.”
“Sniff…!”
Monica laughed again and said good job- patted Audrey on the head.
That hand felt like Seo-joon’s hand. When he gave me ‘masturbation education’ – it was an action he had experienced many times, so his body remembered it.
“Professor.”
“Yes, yes…?”
Monica held her hand again and said.
“It’s not the only way to suffer like this.”
I knew. But where is the method? I had to accept the conversation first before I could ask anything… He didn’t give me any time.
Thinking about it makes her depressed again.
“Professor? Professor!”
Again Monica held her by the shoulders to bring her back to her senses. Audrey licked her lips.
Eyes devoid of any confidence roll across the floor.
“Well, then what should I do… He-he won’t even listen to me…”
“Sir Seojun is there.”
“···Yes?”
Monica said again with her blue eyes shining.
“Tell me honestly. Ha Seo-jun, that person. Are you capable?”
“…N, do you have the ability? You learn mana yourself too-.”
“Not that ability. How did the relationship between the couple work out well thanks to Seo-jun?”
He wriggled his fingers, which were curled up on her lap.
The couple’s relationship… Obviously worked out well.
Day by day, her husband was charging at him like a beast. Although it is regrettable that there is no news of a child yet, he said that he had hotly mixed his flesh for the past few nights.
It was all thanks to Seo-joon’s education.
As if Monica wanted to see it—she nodded her head.
“Then, ask again. Education.”
“…Uh, how?”
Her husband could not listen to her and her education.
Would you listen to a person who would not even talk to her now about getting an education?
“Let’s try counseling first, then.”
“Consultation…?”
Audrey’s eyes blurred. I wondered what would change if I received counseling.
“You’re Seojun.”
Monica spoke again.
Audrey stared at the misty seaweed flowing over the teacup.
“Let’s ask a question, okay?”
There was no other way.
If you meet him alone- maybe your husband will be anxious. However, right now, the relationship between the couple could not be twisted and was on the verge of collapse.
I had to do it somehow.
Audrey shook her head helplessly.
“`
Smart tock-
Just as the sun was setting, someone knocked on Seo-joon’s door as he was getting ready for work and changing clothes.
The knocking sound was very weak and weak.
The intervals between the sounds were even—it was quiet for a long time after the knock.
And a very cautious voice comes through the door.
[That-, that- Mr. Seojun…? Are you there?]
Familiar voice.
Seo-joon pursed his lips.
Unbeknownst to me, the corner of my mouth was twisted.
He rubbed the corners of his mouth to get rid of his laughter, then swatted his hardened lower leg to kill his erection.
Woo woo-
Take a deep breath.
And opened the door
Audrey Yvette, the flower of the magic tower, was standing in front of his door.
