I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 8.2
Chapter 8.2
‘Wow, he really is an unfilial child.’
He was making his family pay for the clothes he bought not for himself, but for a woman he met.
Even if he was a child who was excluded, he couldn’t be taken out of the family register. Would the family turn a blind eye to it even if he committed such an act?
If he kept going around and putting everything on the family’s tab, there would be no way to stop Trish from spending money.
The Count would jump in anger when he heard this news, but it was rather a good excuse for me.
They would have no choice but to be interested in the woman Trish spent a lot of money buying a dress for.
In addition, it would be even better if there was someone who witnessed him associating with a woman and started spreading the word around.
Trish may have thought he had thrown a punch, but he had already fallen for the trap I had prepared.
“The dress will be mended to fit her body, right?”
“Of course. Can I also recommend a pair of shoes?”
“Do as you please, Madame, and make the dress one size smaller.”
“Sorry?”
“Because my lover is on a diet. It may fit her right now, but it will be too big later. If possible, mend it to fit her.”
What was this bastard…?
I was already thin as a dried branch, what else did I have to lose!?
The Madame looked troubled, but she nodded, unable to refuse the request of a customer who was right in front of her.
After telling her to send the dress to the barony, Trish and I returned to the count family’s carriage.
I was sure I got him, so why did I feel so bad?
“Lady, do you know that it’s polite to wear a dress you’ve been gifted with?”
“… I’ll do my best. Though I don’t know when I’ll wear it in front of you.”
“Then we’ll have to set a date for our next date. Don’t worry. Won’t you fit in the dress if you starve for a day or so?”
It was a ridiculously shameless attitude.
Just as I laughed with a scoff, Trish swept his hair back with a unique narcissistic attitude.
“Are you impressed with my consideration? You seem to be at a loss.”
I unconsciously gulped as he stared at me arrogantly, then turned my head and managed to answer him.
“You have a really… bad personality.”
“I should say the same. My head hurts just from thinking about arguing with a lady like you in the future.”
Since our personalities didn’t match at all, we wouldn’t fall in love with each other even after marriage. That was very reassuring.
Why? If you look at most possession stories, an unexpected man does not express interest in the female protagonist. Unfortunately, that formula didn’t apply to me, but I hoped it wouldn’t happen in the future.
‘Being like this means living a wonderful single life.’
After severing ties with my family due to the contract marriage, I should just live comfortably in Count Malekiah’s house and then get a divorce due to personality differences.
It would be even better if the family gave me compensation, or if not, I could leave the capital with the mindset that I have rested well for a year and go to a distant city or a foreign country where I wouldn’t hear from them.
And try to start a one-person business, something that I had never dreamed of in my previous life… I was happy just imagining being a young boss.
“Did something good happen, for you to smile like that?”
“I got a pretty dress.”
“You don’t even hide how materialistic you are.”
“Yes, I’m a moneybird.”
“Moneybird…? Is that a new buzzword?”
‘It means a bastard crazy about money. It’s a perfect nickname for you.’
I gently ignored Trish’s question and changed the topic.
“Are we going to the salon now?”
“Yes. Since I bought you clothes, the lady will pay for the tea.”
“Oh my, a man who pushes the cost of a date over to a lady is the worst kind.”
“Young Master, I don’t think so.”
Allen, the escort knight who had just stood by watching our argument, also said something.
Trish frowned at him.
“Why are you stepping in, Allen?”
“I apologize. It was just fun to see you two having a conversation. And you’ve paid everything for the ladies you’ve met so far.”
“Why are you saying that in this situation?”
“Really? Now I see you are a real man. I take back what I said about you being the worst.”
I smiled bashfully. Trish looked alternately between me and the back of Allen’s head with a bewildered expression.
“At this rate, I’m going to lose all the money I could use for gambling on something that’s not worth the investment.”
“Why are you saying that? I could be the biggest investor in your life.”
“Are you trying to flatter me? Your words are smooth.”
Trish let out a low laugh at how bold I was.
Meanwhile, the carriage was running towards its destination.
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