I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 21.2

Chapter 21.2

Considering the risks, it would be right to get out of the gambling scene before it was too late, but I couldn’t erase the feeling that it was already too late from the moment I met privately with Seraph, the owner of Moonlake.

“It will be possible to take an escort with me after we get married, right?”

“Of course. Though it would be a problem to have a whole knightly order accompany you.”

“There is no way I would abuse that kind of power.”

“There is a possibility, so I’m telling you in advance.”

I glanced at Trish, but he averted his gaze and tilted his teacup.

His shameless attitude made me angry, but when I remembered how I had been acting until now, I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“What are you so worried about? You won’t be able to go to casinos anymore when we get married, so you’ll naturally stay away from this kind of thing.”

“Even if that’s the case for me, will you do that too?”

“I’m an exception. The casino club is like a man’s social circle.”

Does this bastard get thorns in his mouth if he doesn’t say nonsense for a day?

Shaking my head, I grabbed the newspaper I had left on one side of the table and read it.

The aristocracy newspapers, which kept watch on anything that would make headlines, including the royal family, featured an article on the front page about the newly married crown prince and princess, who were traveling around the country to examine the kingdom.

The next article, which quickly made one lose interest, promoted fashionable dresses or jewelry that might be of interest to noble ladies.

I had been wondering if news about Moonlake had been published in a single article, but since it was happening in the back alleys, it seemed that the rumors hadn’t reached the mainstream.

‘I’d rather it not be news. I made more money than I thought, and even met the owner of the casino even though I didn’t mean to.’

After closing the newspaper and standing up, Trish, who had emptied his teacup, raised his head.

“Are you leaving?” he asked.

“Yes, I already told you everything.”

“Why don’t you stay just a little longer? My father will be here soon. He liked you more than I expected, so just meet him before you leave.”

It was mixed with grumbling that he didn’t know what he liked about me, but it seemed that they weren’t empty words as Trish filled my empty teacup again.

I sat down again because it wasn’t polite to get up when my teacup was full. Trish laughed and suggested having some dessert or something, which was uncharacteristic of him.

“Eat some more. Are the choux not to your taste?”

“That’s not it… We’re getting married soon, so I have to take care of my weight. The designer has already taken my measurements.”

“Oh, that’s a pity. Then I’ll have to eat what’s left.”

Seeing Trish smiling like a snake and shoving the sweet choux into his mouth, my anger rose.

Who was the one who purposely said to size down the dress he bought me last time?!

“Give me one, too.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t eat?”

“Well, if the dress doesn’t fit, then I won’t wear it. I don’t want to give up sweet treats because of clothes I’ll just wear once in my life, do I?”

“Even if it’s a contract marriage, I don’t intend to take a pig as my wife.”

“You also shouldn’t go too far when making fun of people. Give it to me!”

I tried to take the choux in his hand, but my arm was too short.

Trish, who had cheekily picked up the entire plate and raised it high, pushed a plate with macarons in front of me.

“Do you want macarons?”

“You’re just going to pretend to give them to me and then take them away.”

“I’ll turn a blind eye just once. Open your mouth.”

When I did as he said with an unsuspecting face, a small bite-sized macaron with a lingering vanilla scent went into my mouth. When I felt the sweet taste, my anger softened as if I had never been angry before.

It was sad to have to give up delicious food for a fake wedding, but if the job was done well, I would have not only everything I wanted to eat, but also everything in the Malekiah mansion.

“Do you know how evil you look right now?”

“Yes, I just had an evil thought.”

“… You’re weird sometimes. I don’t think you were in your right mind from the beginning.”

Like he was one to talk.

It had been a long day, and I was accustomed to his usual quarrels, so I easily ignored him.

(T/N: oh im living for their playful banter)