I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 3.2

Chapter 3.2

Trish reacted in confusion at the mention of cheating.

Afraid he would hide the coin in his hand, I grabbed both of his hands and held them so that he couldn’t shake me off.

“You cheated, didn’t you? I saw it all! You pretended to put a coin in the cup and hid it in your hand!”

“Damn it, Miss, you can lift the cup then!”

“Can I really lift it? Excuse me, over there! Why don’t you lift this cup for me? Let’s see whether the coin is inside or not!”

“W-wait!”

If I tried to lift the cup, he would use a trick like banging on the table or something to make the coin in the cup fall. Anyone who had played such a shallow trick a few times would understand.

In any case, everyone’s gaze was already on us. Whether he had really cheated or not, if Trish showed a suspicious attitude here, it was clear that they would be suspicious.

“What do you want? Do you want me to listen to your story? Okay, alright. I’ll listen to you, so let’s just move on quietly. Okay?”

Fortunately, Trish seemed to have noticed this as well, and he chose to persuade me rather than resist while I was holding his hands.

“You should have said so earlier. Shall we go somewhere quiet first?”

My tone of voice felt more like a villain for some reason, but that wasn’t important.

Trish looked a little pitiful as he cleaned up the cups in a hurry, afraid that someone else would find out his method.

As a supporting character who appears at the beginning of the work to make the role of the male protagonist shine, it couldn’t be helped.

Still, he at least had a role, unlike an extra who wasn’t even mentioned. I was secretly envious of that.

Who would know the sorrow of an extra who didn’t even appear in the finished work?

‘But the more I think about it, the more I get pissed off. Being possessed is already bad in itself, so at least give me a plausible setting.’

I suddenly started panting and stepped outside the gambling house. Trish looked at me as if he was really looking at a crazy woman.

“This isn’t teasing, I’m asking seriously… are you actually crazy?”

“I’m not crazy!”

“I mean, sane women don’t usually come to places like this. Don’t be angry, Miss.”

He was good at assessing this sight. He was saying that both he and I were out of our minds for coming to a gambling house in the back alley.

Either way, I stopped in a back alley some distance away from the gambling house. Because I was still holding his wrist so that he could not run away halfway through, he was obediently following me.

There wasn’t much time, so I decided to put aside the poor introductions.

“Let me be straightforward. We’re getting married on a contract.”

“… I can’t believe I made a bet to hear something like this.”

“It may sound ridiculous, but please take it seriously.”

Before Trish turned away from me, I urgently grabbed his forearm and spoke.

“You can legally extort your family of their money, and with the condition that I won’t touch a penny of your family’s money, I’m a good option for avoiding an unwanted arranged marriage. Isn’t this a beneficial deal?”

“Wait a minute. I’ve never seen this kind of flirting before, so I have to think for a moment.”

“Ah!”

Was he thinking that a crazy woman had come to this back alley to court him? I was stunned by his shameless attitude.

What in the world could I do to see this man’s seriousness?

“Just in case you’re wondering, I won’t touch you if we get married. Let’s pretend we don’t know each other and then divorce when things quiet down.”

“This is the most original thing I have ever heard. So, hm… What’s your name, Miss?”

“I’m Audrey Delphonie. The daughter of Baron Delphonie.”

“Alright, Lady Delphonie. But I’m meeting you for the first time. There must be a reason for such an offer all of a sudden.”

I guess he thought about having a serious conversation with me now. It wasn’t until I mentioned Baron Delphonie that he began to treat me with a softened tone of voice.

I felt a little relieved that he was at least considering this proposal seriously.

“I’ll tell you honestly if you don’t get angry.”

“Aren’t you already saying something unexpected after making me angry?”

“You were the only person I knew who was suitable for a contract marriage. A marriage partner that no one else wants, but who has a handsome face and won’t treat a woman recklessly.”

With the most pitiful and earnest expression I could make, I clasped my hands as tightly as I could and begged him.

“I’m in danger of marrying a perverted old man, so I need someone to rescue me. Have you thought about doing the right thing and showing mercy?”