The Count and the Maid

CHAPTER 50

Huey left for the capital and entered the palace in a carriage.

Count Kirchner’s manor was far from the outskirts of the capital, so he had to hurry to arrive on time.

It was unusual for him to run late, but Shada enjoyed the sight of him looking at her hungrily all night long as he embraced her and kissed her until dawn as if he was reluctant to leave her.

He left traces of lovemaking all over her white body as if stamping a seal. His low voice murmured as he chewed and sucked the nape of her neck.

“Ha. It would be great if I could mark somewhere that you belong to me.”

“…….”

Days later, Shada was dazly watching the horizon where his carriage had disappeared, forgetting to clean the window.

She shook her head. What was she thinking of when she should be working?

She deliberately worked hard forcing her mind to clear and wiped the window. Even though there was no stain she urged herself to work hard and bury herself in her work; so she could ignore her blushing face reflected in the glass.

It had been a week since he left.

Shada’s daily life went on without change or incident.

It was peaceful except when she saw the Count’s study, office, chair, and bed were empty.

And as time went on, Shada spent more time thinking about Huey.

She should have slept comfortably at night since she wasn’t kept up with ‘activities’ but for some reason she felt empty and had trouble falling asleep. Often she had barely napped when it was time for her to get up again.

Did she really become this dependent on him?

It was as if she had become a leashed, obedient puppy. Shada was not only stressed out by this realization but also rather depressed.

As usual, when she was distressed it was her habit to bite her fingernails so she was about to do that when she suddenly heistated and stopped.

‘Don’t do that. Doesn’t it hurt?’

Huey seemed to be more concerned about her self-harming and the pain it caused her than it being an unsightly habit.

She loved those attentive, watchful eyes.

She had never tasted such a heart-fluttering, warm, and solid affection before.

Even though, due to her strange fate, she had received a few confessions before, she had never felt particularly moved or felt them to be reliable. Indeed, none of those confessions felt as deep, attractive or as strong as Huey’s attachment.

At first, Shada was embarrassed and flustered by it and strived to not get hurt, but now she only vaguely thought of her previous reluctance.

Even if she lived a whole lifetime, would there ever come a day when she would be treated so lovingly and passionately from such a great man again?

Probably not.

Shada—herself, was not a lucky person.

Strangely, things always became weirdly twisted when it came to love and friendships. There was a mixture of jealousy and envy, and disastrous events always seemed to pile up and happen all at the same time.

Yes. Shada had first tried to run away, but these days she now felt that being with Huey was the luckiest thing that had ever happened in her life.