I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 7.2
Chapter 7.2
When I mentioned our marriage without hiding it, Trish flinched before letting out a deep sigh.
“… Aah. How could I get caught by a woman like this? There must be better women if I look around.”
“Didn’t I say you could meet them? Just get married to me and do it. I just need to avoid the arranged marriage.”
Trish seemed to regret signing the contract that day, but there was no point crying over spilled milk.
He should have regretted it earlier.
“Then wait until I come back.”
“Yes, I will. Can I get in the carriage first? I don’t have any money, so my legs hurt from walking all the way here.”
“How poor is your family that you don’t even have a carriage? I’m sorry, but I can’t understand,” Trish replied with a click of his tongue as if he felt sorry for me, but I lightly ignored his words.
“Will you show me to the carriage?” I asked the man who appeared to be an escort knight standing next to Trish.
He glanced at his master and politely escorted me when he nodded.
“I will take you, Lady.”
‘He’s more like a gentleman than his master,’ I thought, but didn’t say it out loud. I didn’t think I should provoke Trish anymore.
As expected from the family’s exclusive carriage, the carriage of the Malekiah family was large and comfortable.
The seats were elegant, and the cushions were soft, so it could be comfortable for even four people to ride in it.
“Let me know if you need anything, Lady.”
This kind knight was polite even to a guest his master was not very happy with.
Obviously, he had heard something suspicious such as being in ‘the kind of relationship to get married’, but he didn’t show any curiosity or any intention to ask about it.
But I was sure he heard it. It was brief, but word would spread in the count’s family and reach the ears of Count Malekiah.
Even if Trish later denied the marriage, the rumors had already spread and there was a contract, so he wouldn’t be able to escape.
‘Thank you for allowing me to recycle the trash, dear God.’
There were as many paths as I could find.
I could think about how to build my life after divorce later. Let’s take things one step at a time.
After waiting for about thirty minutes, Trish quietly returned to the carriage and sat down across from me.
The carriage began to move without a destination even being mentioned.
“Have you been using the method I taught you?”
“Ah, the Blue Marble game or whatever it’s called? I played with people who often play games as a demonstration, and everyone seemed to have fun. But it has a weakness. Everyone runs out of money so fast that no one can play it for long.”
“So you have to play it with people who have a lot of money. Go to a bigger place. Somewhere with a lot of nobles.”
“That’s… fine. As the board grows, so do the variables.”
“Will you make a lot of money when you can’t even take that kind of risk? You’re more scared than you look.”
“… The lady really knows how to provoke someone. If you keep doing that, you can cancel getting married or whatever.”
Did he think that would scare me?
“Yes, yes. I’ll be careful.”
Still, he was the one who rescued me from the crisis, so let’s appease him.
As I sat obediently without saying anything else, Trish looked at me with a satisfied smile.
“It’s more worth looking at you today than last time.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You look pretty. Why don’t you dress up a little normally? … Never mind. You said your family is poor. Is there anyone who can help you dress up?”
For some reason, it felt displeasing to receive a sympathetic gaze from this man.
No, in fact, anyone would be embarrassed if someone was being sympathetic because they had no money.
Trish, who looked at me with unequivocally pitiful eyes, clicked his tongue.
“In any case, you’re the woman who will marry me, but how can I keep my dignity when you look like that?”
“I mean, unless you’re buying me clothes…!”
“Allen! Turn the carriage to the boutique instead of the salon.”
“Oh my… Thank you, Sir Trish.”
I was a woman who succumbed to money and obeyed money, a capitalist woman.
Trish looked at me with a ridiculous face and burst into laughter as I replied shyly while sweeping my hair back as if I had never been angry.
“You’re a funny woman.”
“I have a witty personality. I’m usually funny.”
“But in return I will choose your clothes according to my preference, so wear what I give you.”
“Of course.”
This is why you should meet people with a lot of money.
A man who is rude but good-looking and buys me a dress or two.
‘Alright. I will be an obedient woman for today.’
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