Eternal Whispers

Chapter 7:Mrs. Sour Candy

Adrian pov

"Well, Princess, I think I'm going to take a rest. Feel free to wander around and fulfill your lack of sophistication," I teased, my playful tone laced with mischief as I looked into her eyes.

Kyeler rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, please. As if wandering around this mansion is going to make me any less sophisticated," she retorted, her voice filled with mock indignation.

"You never know, Mrs. Sour Candy. Maybe you'll find a hidden talent for appreciating the finer things in life," I replied, my smirk widening at her playful banter.

"Oh, yes. Because nothing says sophistication like admiring dusty old paintings and antique furniture," Kyeler quipped back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the tranquil garden. "Hey now, those dusty old paintings have stories to tell," I replied, defending the grandeur of the mansion.

"I'm sure they do. Stories of wealthy old men and their grand estates," Kyeler teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

"Just be careful, Princess. You never know what scandalous secrets this mansion might reveal," I teased back, giving her a wink before heading towards the garden, leaving her to explore the mansion on her own.

"Don't worry, Mr. Grumpy. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for any scandalous secrets," Kyeler called after me, her laughter trailing behind as I disappeared into the lush greenery of the garden.

As I strolled through the garden, the serenity of the surroundings enveloped me. The soft rustle of leaves, the gentle perfume of flowers-it was a welcome respite from the chaos of the day.

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Kyeler's pov

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I set off to explore the mansion's library, determined to uncover its secrets and maybe, just maybe, prove Adrian wrong about my lack of sophistication.

As I wander, the laughter of our banter lingers in the air, a reminder of the unexpected camaraderie that is slowly blossoming between us amidst the grandeur of the mansion and the tranquility of the garden.

The library of the mansion is a haven of quiet solitude, the shelves filled with rows upon rows of books that seem to whisper tales of centuries past.

I enter the room, the scent of old paper and leather binding filling my senses. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, the titles ranging from classic literature to historical tomes.

With a curious glance around the room, I select a book at random and settle into one of the plush armchairs. The soft glow of the lamp casts a warm light over the pages as I begin to read, losing myself in the world of the story.

As I delve deeper into the book, I find myself drawn to the romantic subplot between the main characters. The male character addresses his lover with an array of beautiful nicknames, each one filled with love and tenderness.

(Male Character in the book, adoringly) ''My dearest love, my heart's desire..."

My dearest love... my heart's desire...

My thoughts drift to my own situation, and a wry smile tugs at the corners of my lips.

"And here I am, married to Mr. Sour Candy..."

I pause, the contrast between the affectionate nicknames in the book and Adrian's teasing "Mrs. Sour Candy" nickname for me striking me.

"Why does he call me that? Mrs. Sour Candy..."

The thought lingers in my mind as I continue to read, the warmth of the lamp enveloping me in a cocoon of quiet contemplation.

"In the book, the lovers address each other with such tenderness... Why can't my husband do the same?"

Despite my amusement at the nickname, a small pang of longing tugs at my heart. I close my eyes, the words of the book mingling with my thoughts.

"Mr. Sour Candy... Perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye."

Lost in my musings, I continue to read, the characters in the book weaving their tales of love and passion. But in my mind, I can't shake the image of Adrian and his teasing nickname for me.

As I turn the pages, the question lingers in my mind, a gentle curiosity growing within me. Perhaps, just perhaps, there's a hidden sweetness beneath Adrian's gruff exterior.

Lost in the world of the book and my own thoughts, I find myself pondering the mystery of my husband and his peculiar nickname for me, "Mrs. Sour Candy."