Every Night, I Come To His Bedroom - Chapter 17
Every Night, I Come to His Bedroom Chapter 17
“The Duke also granted us a vacation from now until tomorrow evening. He instructed everyone to attend the event and have fun. Currently, everyone is delighted since they have taken care of the special allowance.”
“Yes. Don’t worry about going to work tomorrow, secretary, and enjoy the celebration in peace.”
“I appreciate your informing me.”
She seems to get why people are enthusiastic. I had no idea that Duke Rufus took the event so seriously. I’ve always had the impression that he wasn’t really interested in this, but I have no idea what’s going on.
As the butler Dyuk said, Duke Rufus also provided her with holidays and other allowances. Because he urged her to leave work early, she was able to come home sooner than expected.
Since she cannot attend the festival at night, Ellie came home and reviewed her journal, having been relieved by her pre-festival reconnaissance.
Now, the number of stories left to tell him was diminishing. If she had known this would be the case, she would have wished to hear more tales from her father.
Ellie found a fresh tale to tell him and then fell asleep on the bed.
And after a time, Ellie opened her eyes on his bed to see Duke Rufus seated on the couch in his outdoor attire.
‘Have you just returned from an outing?’
“What have you been doing?”
He shook his head in response to her query.
“Nothing… I want to go out with you.”
“We should also attend the festival.”
He grinned and spoke inconceivably.
“There is no one remaining in the mansion, so you need not be concerned.”
Because of this, it seems as if he granted everyone a vacation and provided extra allowances. She was given a mask to conceal her eyes.
“Anyway, there are many people wearing masks today, so no one would identify you if you walked out like this.”
The mask she wore concealed part of her face. Even though he was wearing a mask, his attractiveness remained, and he seemed to enjoy the celebration more freely.
“I was uncertain about whether to attend the event.”
“It was really pricey.”
Because hundreds of employees at the duke’s home received special allowances, it was logical to state this.
“Therefore, you must enjoy the holiday appropriately. got it?”
Ellie smiled and nodded in response to his statement. As they exited the empty home, a white horse was standing in front of the entrance.
“I cannot ride a vehicle or a wagon today, therefore we must ride a horse. Have you ever ridden it?”
Ellie shook his head in response to his query.
“It’s alright. My riding abilities are really excellent.”
Several times when he was attending the school, Ellie saw him riding a horse. She never imagined, though, that she would be able to ride a horse with him in this manner.
The two mounted white horses and galloped towards the festival’s location on the main street.
As the lovely silver lights that embroidered the roadway attracted her attention, she let out a string of exclamations.
“Please hold. I will let you handle the horse.”
He put her out in front of the main street and cautioned her.
“Yes… I’ll try.”
While waiting for him, Ellie saw the festival attendees enjoying themselves. She saw other individuals wearing masks similar to theirs.
There were also those costumed as the moon goddess. The cheerful, carefree environment caused her heart to naturally flutter.
He approached her carefully and extended a huge hand.
“Hold it. It would be best to hang onto me and walk due to the large number of people.”
It was not the first time she held his hand, but each time Ellie did, she felt anxious. All of her body’s feelings seemed to be concentrated in her hands.
“What are you thinking?”
Ellie, who was seeing the enormous hand, shook her head in response to hearing his voice in her ear.
“Nothing… I just thought of something for a second.”
She took his hand after calming her quivering heart.
“What ought we do?”
He posed the inquiry with a bright grin and sparkly eyes.
“Anything you want to do.”
“Then, let’s first take a short look.”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
Two people, holding hands firmly so as not to get washed away by the mob, saw the magnificently adorned streets while avoiding being swept away. It was also entertaining to see the food stands.
The two sat in front of the apparently relaxed kiosk and purchased ice cream in the form of a moon.
A treat as delicious as vanilla ice cream. Ellie never imagined attending a festival with Duke Rufus.
He gazed at her with glee as he scanned the street with an animated smile.
“You enjoy festivals.”
Ellie bowed her head hesitantly.
“It makes people enthusiastic.”
“That is true. I believe it is exciting. In fact, this is my first time attending a festival of this kind.””
Ellie was aware that he disliked crowded areas. Nonetheless, she felt thankful to him for attending the event on her behalf.
“Thanks. Thank you for making me feel great.”
The fireworks then began. The fireworks that illuminated the night sky were really stunning.
“Wow, it’s really gorgeous!”
Duke Rufus gazed at Ellie as she spoke these things.
“Yes… Truly gorgeous.”
He was not observing the sky-illuminating pyrotechnics. His concentration was solely on her face.
Recently, he has been intrigued by her. Even though he understood that not knowing who she was was pleasant, he entertained the desire to meet her.
He constantly reflected about her, day and night. Could this man be capable of any type of love?
He exhaled quietly as he remembered the pictures of the ladies who had confessed to him one by one. That may not be the situation.
None of them made him feel a thumping heart not like this lady. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t been able to have lengthy talks with the ladies who confessed to him?
I do not know. I’ll be honest: I was immediately taken to this lady. It was not due to her attractive looks. He appreciated her particular warmth.
Ellie Miller was the only lady that had a comparable mood with this woman. Unfortunately, Ellie didn’t like me at all.
As if the fireworks had concluded, she summoned him from his mind. Raymond quickly left his thoughts.
“What are your thoughts?”
“Nothing. I was simply thinking for a moment.”
“There’s something I want to do with you… if you’re cool with that—”
“Yes of course.”
Without hesitation, he responded to her hesitant words.
“Are you aware of what I intend to do?”
“Are you certain you want to do anything unusual? Hmm?”
Ellie grabbed his arm and rose from her seat.
“Follow me immediately.”
As she proceeded with a brilliant grin, he followed her as if captivated by her. Even if she begged me to go to hell with her, I felt ready to follow her.
She took Duke Rufus to a booth where they could paint on handkerchiefs. Many individuals were purchasing handkerchiefs from street sellers and painting the faces of their companions.
“Is this what you wanted to do?”
“Yes. Nothing is more important to me than the Duke’s health and tranquility.”
“Well, alright. You are so concerned about my health and tranquility, therefore I will gladly oblige.”
He purchased two white handkerchiefs and a sketching pen. They sat at the drawing table and peered into one other’s eyes.
“I regret that you are wearing a mask.”
She nodded as though she agreed with his statements.
“Still, I am confident in my ability to depict the duke’s face.”
“Alright. I’m excited about how you’ll depict me.”
Serious-faced, Ellie started to paint his face on the handkerchief. A drawing accurately depicted the attributes of his gorgeous face.
“You have a great deal of dexterity.”
He saw her photograph and congratulated her.
“Is the Duke satisfied?”
Unfortunately, he had awful sketching talents. Ellie believed that he was capable of doing anything. I suppose he lacked something as well.
“Am I this?”
Ellie questioned, pointing at his esoteric painting, in a perplexed tone of voice.
“Wait. It is not yet complete.”
“I believe you said that the artist who painted my face was subpar.”
“Are you comparing myself to that unfortunate painter?”
Perhaps because of a blow to his self-esteem, he became even more agitated and focused on painting her face. But she never imagined that the image would improve.
Ellie, who had done his face drawing first, stopped laughing and glanced at it.
“Do you still find this unacceptable?”
Ellie shook her head in response to his statements and replied, “What?”
“No. It’s terrific.”
“I believe it to be ironic.”
“I believe you to be rather astute.”
“This is done… throw it away if you don’t like it.”
Ellie grabbed his hand quickly that wanted to throw the handkerchief.
“However, I believe it resembles my actual face.”
Ellie consoled him when he saw a photograph mirroring her unremarkable face devoid of character.
“Do you believe it is similar to this painting?”
He exhibited a small frown and inquired.
“It’s simply the vibe. Regardless, this is mine.”
Ellie extended a handkerchief bearing his face. As though he really appreciated the image, he peered closely.
“What are these creases on my face?”
“There is no other way to describe the duke’s dazzling face.”
“But, it is impossible to adequately explain my attractiveness.”
This individual will likely be the only one to bob his head in response to such conceited statements.
“Is this Duke Rufus?”
Then, a familiar voice from behind was heard. On crutches, none other than Arthur Winston approached them. As soon as he approached, her body vanished in an instant.