CHAPTER XXVIII: BLISSFUL

She glanced at the trees where the branches were like dancing with the wind. She continued. "It was first love, and I guess, also the first broken heart." for the villainess, Beatrice. Even so, I understand the male lead for not loving her, especially, if all her mischiefs for the past years were taken into account, it was naturally for him to be disgusted with her. Hmm... I just wonder why that incident was not known to anyone.

"..."

"But past is past. I already learned to let go of those feelings, and it was just a one-sided love after all." The me now, whom possessing this body, has no kind of lingering feelings or obsession towards the male lead like her.

"..."

"Uhm. I know that my past heartache cannot be compared with yours, but I wanted you to know that there is nothing to lose in learning to let go pain and hatred. Time will heal everything, but only if you will let yourself. Ah easier said than done, I know. That might be what you are thinking right now, but I wanted you to keep those words in you." Sigh. Yes, this is what I wanted to say. Healing happens when you acknowledge your feelings, and not suppress them.

Beatrice was no idea that she had it release the words in a swift manner.

"???"

"And, in the future, when you are comfortable with me, I would like to see your face.", she added with fidgeting.

Rose just blankly stared at her for long. He could not understand why she was saying that or acting like he was a man living in misery. But then, he reached the ground with the branch, and started to write again to go with the flow of the conversation.

["Yes. I will."]

She clasped her both hands together. She happily responded. "Yey. Thank you. Looking forward on that day to come." She wore the brightest smile.

From that day on, Beatrice found a new friend in the person of Rose. She intentionally not to speak to anyone about Rose, even her maid, Marielle, because she thought that it would put him in jeopardy. There might be rules that he should not mingle with other people, and just forced to be, because it was her, the lady of the house, who requested from him.

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"Rose, can we play a game?"

He nodded.

"Staring game."

"???"

"Let's stare. The person who firstly blinks will get a flick on their forehead."

It was the third time that they had a meeting, and she realized on how much she was truly attracted with those crimson eyes. She thought that she should do something about it. She can't be that way when the day comes that she and the male lead would have met personally. It would ruin all her efforts that she did all this time.

[Why staring game?]

"I need to practice myself."

[Practice? For what?]

"Didn't I say that my first love has the same eyes like yours, so I think I should put more practice, not to be mesmerized by his eyes in front of him." She honestly said.

He did not agree immediately. It was like he thinks in deep again. Beatrice already used to it. She knew that the man thinks first, before to respond. She thought that it might be resulted from his training and experienced.

[Alright.]

And the staring game started.

Flick.

"Hey! Can't you even just notified me, when you'll do it.", she grumpily complained.

It wasn't a second, but Beatrice already blinked from embarrassment when their gazed met each other. On the other hand, Rose seems to enjoy very much the game somehow.

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"My Lady?", Marielle asked worriedly.

She immediately slouched on the sofa after entering the room. "Marielle, could you prepare cold water and a towel."

"What happened? Your forehead! I am going to call a doctor." The maid asked anxiously again.

"I am alright, Marielle. I just bumped on the door. This is nothing. Could you please prepare the cold water and towel?" She politely pleaded.

"Yes? yes, right away, My Lady."

When the maid already went out from the room, Beatrice approached the mirror. Her forehead appeared liked a ripe tomato and ready to harvest. She planned to hide it from the maid, but she could not do it. It was too visible and she has no bangs to hide it. It already came in her mind to cut her hair, but she decided not to. It will only cause suspicion, and in the end, her maid will still discover the ready-harvest tomato on her forehead.

It his fault., she pouted. Sighed. For some reasons, Rose enjoyed flicking her head. That man enjoyed it so much. Is he a Yandere? Sadist?

But she couldn't complain that much, she reaped what she has sown. She was the one who asked for it, and eventually, failed on overcoming it.

At the end, there is no other way but to avoid the male lead. No eye contact. Sighed. What a curse.

She remembered the moments with Rose.

Flick!

["My Lady, you are not good with this game."]

"Can't you be more gentle to me?"

Scribble scribble. [Then, how would you overcome it if I will only take it for granted?]

Beatrice just pouted after reading his response on the ground. Though with the mask, it was easy to figure out that the latter was very much enthusiastic. With that notion, she found herself somehow proudly. Having her made up background of the man, even so it was assumptions, she thought that she made him a great favor.

"Fine! I will win this game!", she strongly announced.

Even her forehead just got only being beaten 'til the end, she couldn't help to smile with the thought. She really enjoyed her time being with him. She was free to act as her own self.

"At least, I made him happy. If only I could see his smile behind the mask..."

It was her blissful moments.

"My Lady, I also brought a cold water. Let's mend it immediately. I hope it would not leave scar." Her maid came in rashly. Marielle was so worried of her red bump on her head.

"Pfft." She could not help to chuckle hearing her maid so worried over it.

"My Lady. It is a serious matter." Marielle slightly berated her with sound of worries while preparing the cold towel for her forehead.

"Marielle, it would not leave any scar. It was just a red bump."

"How would you know, My Lady? Oh my, it was really red." The maid has teary eyed looking at it.

Seeing the tears welling up from her maid, Beatrice glanced to the mirror. It was just simple red bump. Smile.

"I am sorry, Marielle. I will make sure that this will never happen again. Don't worry too much."

"My Lady." Her maid called her agitatedly.

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