Deflower 65

Penelope’s words sounded plausible. Excessively so, to the point where they were difficult to refute.

…But.

“Then why are you sitting there?”

At Cassian’s irritated voice, Bliss replied with a wide-eyed, innocent face.

“You told me to wait until you came back.”

Once again, Cassian was left speechless. Infuriatingly, the peanut was right. He was the one who had told him to stay here until he returned. But why was he sitting there? He told him to wait, not to make himself comfortable and sit there waiting.

…Then again, he hadn’t told him to wait standing up.

“Sigh.”

Ultimately, Cassian pressed a hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh. He decided to stop talking, as the more he opened his mouth, the deeper he only dug his own grave. As he sat in the chair Penelope pulled out for him, she moved quickly to lift the cloche domes from the plates on both sides. Inside were well-cooked scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash brown potatoes. To Cassian, who looked at the food as if wondering what this was, Penelope said with a smile.

“I’ve prepared an American-style breakfast today. Please, give it a try.”

He was flabbergasted. Was she now tailoring the meals to that peanut crumb? Cassian found it absurd, but he didn’t have the kind of personality to say, “Clear this away immediately and bring something else.” He simply crumpled his face as much as possible and brought the strongly brewed black tea to his lips, when suddenly, Bliss entered his field of vision. The sight of the peanut crumb holding a fork and breaking into the eggs with a face full of anticipation. In that moment, Cassian spat out irritably:

“Don’t eat that.”

Bliss, who was about to take a huge bite, froze with his mouth open, and Penelope also looked at him with wide eyes. How could he say something so cruel…! Ignoring the gazes of the two capybaras looking at him in horror, Cassian continued speaking while checking a message on his phone.

“Penelope, bring another one for that guy without pepper. He can’t eat it because it’s too spicy.”

“Ah, ahh. Yes, I understand.”

After a moment of confusion, Penelope soon nodded with a smile and hurried out with Bliss’s plate. Bliss, still blinking his wide eyes, tilted his head and asked.

“How did you know that?”

The eyes scanning the phone stopped for a moment—a very, very brief moment. Then, moving his eyes again, Cassian answered indifferently.

“He’s a child, so of course he can’t eat it.”

“Hmph.”

At that unsatisfying response, Bliss pouted his lips and gulped down his juice. After setting the juice glass down with a thud, he continued to pout. Glancing at him, Cassian thought with inner relief.

It’s a relief he’s dim-witted.

“Now, now. Here are the new scrambled eggs. I sprinkled non-spicy pepper on them. Try some, Bli—Blair.”

Penelope, who returned quickly, placed the plate in front of Bliss and beamed. Bliss immediately retracted his pout and looked up at Penelope with a bright smile, as if nothing had happened.

“Thank you, Penelope.”

A harmonious atmosphere flowed between the two. It was utterly ridiculous. Cassian gripped his phone too hard and ended up cracking the screen. What a mess. As expected, his ominous intuition was correct. Since that guy appeared, nothing had gone right. Glaring at his cracked phone for no reason, Cassian spat irritably toward Bliss, who looked purely happy putting the soft scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“You, why on earth were you sprawled out sleeping in my bed?”

Recalling last night, anger surged within him again. The feeling of absurdity he had felt at the time resurfaced. Absurdly ignoring the fact that he himself had slept soundly, he turned his arrows toward the peanut in front of him. Bliss chewed and swallowed the eggs in his mouth thoroughly before speaking.

“You gave me too much work yesterday, so I had no choice. I was too tired.”

So he just threw off his shoes and climbed onto the bed to sleep comfortably. Daring to do so in the master’s bed.

“You….”

He almost said, ‘Do you have any intention of hiding your identity or not?’ but Cassian barely managed to swallow the reprimand. In the first place, that guy didn’t have the intelligence to think deeply about such things. He was probably just sleepy, so he slept; that was all.

“Sigh.”

Ultimately falling silent, Cassian let out a deep sigh for the umpteenth time. Despite having slept well, sudden fatigue washed over him. He felt a strong temptation to just lie down in bed, but he had to endure. Recalling today’s schedule in his head, he added a request for his secretary to bring him a new phone.

“Oh, Count. Are you only having tea?”

Seeing Cassian stand up without a word, Penelope asked in surprise. He only then realized he hadn’t touched the plate in front of him, but he didn’t really feel like eating. In the first place, he ate nothing but black tea in the morning. Occasionally he might eat a piece of bread, but today, he truly didn’t want to chew anything. Penelope should have already known about his habit, so he wondered what she was playing at.

“It’s fine. Black tea is enough for my breakfast.”

“You should just eat. It’s delicious.”

Bliss, who had cleaned his plate as if to show off, chimed in. To think that the culprit of this entire situation was sleeping well, eating well, and speaking well—how admirable. Barely restraining his trembling fist from wanting to smack him, Cassian turned around and left the room without a word.

Penelope hurriedly followed after him, mouthing to Bliss, ‘Please keep eating comfortably.’ Bliss thanked her and continued his peaceful breakfast.

I heard British food is tasteless, but the chef here is quite skilled.

Come to think of it, the head chef he was introduced to on the first day was Italian. That explains it, he thought, nodding to himself. After pouring and drinking more juice, Bliss rubbed his full stomach with satisfaction. It was less than five minutes later when Penelope returned with hurried footsteps.

“Bliss, Bliss! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!”

Bursting in without knocking, she shouted, her hands clasped together as if in prayer, not knowing what to do with herself.

“How could such a thing happen? I knew it, I knew it! You two are a match made in heaven. I knew it, oh my god, to think I’d witness a romance of the century in real-time!”

With a kyaa, Penelope spun around on one foot, and as soon as she returned to her spot, she grabbed Bliss’s hands and shook them vigorously up and down.

“Well done, as expected of Bliss! I knew you could do it.”

“Th-thank you, Penelope. But what exactly did I do…?”

He was still bewildered. It was only natural, as all Bliss had done so far was repeat filling and draining the bathtub, sleep face-down in Cassian’s bed, and eat breakfast.

“You did something absolutely amazing!”

However, Penelope said, looking at Bliss with a gratified expression.

“Believe it or not, you cured the Count’s insomnia.”

“Insomnia? I did?”

“Yes.”

Nodding vigorously, Penelope continued.

“The Count has suffered from severe insomnia for a very long time. Because of that, he’s always sensitive and occasionally his temper explodes. Still, I think the Count is quite decent. Since he’s a man of dignity and tolerance, he never crosses the line….”

“So, but what happened?”

Noticing Penelope’s words were drifting elsewhere, Bliss immediately interrupted and asked. She soon giggled and nodded.

“No matter what he did, he couldn’t sleep properly for even five or ten minutes, but guess what? When I went in to greet the Count this morning, he was lying in bed. And he was sleeping so deeply, so deeply that he didn’t even notice me coming in! And what’s even more surprising!”

Taking a deep breath, Penelope placed both hands on her cheeks and shouted as if cheering.

“Bliss was hugging the Count tightly!”

Hieeeek!

Bliss let out a gasp of pure horror.