# 19
Meanwhile, a heavy silence reigned in the drawing-room where Helen and Countess Kane were.
“……”
Helen was shocked by Revan's secret, and could not utter a word.
“Your Highness, are you okay…?”
“...I'm just appalled. Countess Qin, as I said before...please forget what happened today.”
“Okay, I will. Don’t worry, Your Highness.”
When Countess Qin saw her hesitation, she got up.
“I will go now. Rest well, Your Highness.”
"…concept."
Countess Qin bowed deeply with an anxious look, and then withdrew.
“So the late Marquis had a pink-haired mistress...”
After thinking carefully about what she had just heard, Helen struggled out of the drawing room.
Then she went to her bedroom, and looked at Shivalin, who was sleeping soundly.
“My daughter, your hair color... you inherited it from your grandmother.”
The question of where Cheveline's pink hair came from has finally been answered.
It was supposed to feel good, but it didn't feel good.
Helen whispered gently, caressing the back of Sheveline's head, which was soft as cotton candy.
“What a beauty.”
She did not intend to grudge the late Marquis Rata or his mistress.
The late Marquis Ratta was dead. She didn't even know who the mistress was or if she was still alive.
Hating someone you didn't know was absurd and meaningless.
Moreover, if it weren't for them, she wouldn't have met her daughter.
What worried her more was something else.
'Does Revan know about this?'
However, Helen was hesitant about telling Revan about this.
She had no intention of reuniting with Revan.
She was too busy trying to heal the wounds he had inflicted on Shevlin.
“With her upcoming marriage to Duke Belzeit, it has become impossible...”
Although Revan's denial and disbelief bothered her, she felt pity for him.
Helen sighed, wondering if it was okay for Revan to remain ignorant that he had another biological mother.
She regretted the bad things between her and Revan.
Suddenly, I wondered:
'If he had known this beforehand, would we have avoided divorce?'
The times she spent with him were comfortable and happy, and she sometimes missed them.
"My mom?"
“Baby, are you awake?”
"Yes. Cherie is awake."
After waking up, Shevlin lay down and spoke in her lovely, sleepy manner.
“Are you still sleepy? What do we do? If you sleep now, you won’t be able to sleep at night.”
“Hmm...but Cherry is sleepy...”
Helen lifted Sheveline onto her lap, trying to keep her awake.
"Hmm? What is this?"
“…!”
Shevelin, who was clinging to Helen, picked up a marriage proposal letter from the side table.
'...Ah, I had to put it down.'
Helen realized her mistake when she saw Shivalin's movement.
Sheveline pointed out the coat of arms of the Duchy of Belzeit on the seal.
“Mom, there's a beluga whale here. It's white.”
"And there's a flower. It's a blue rose!"
Because it seemed strange to take it now, Shivalin let her carry it.
“To Princess Hélène Beztain...”
“……?”
“I want us to walk the same path from now on?”
Helen was startled, took a deep breath and asked:
“Shivlin, can you read?”
"Yes."
She thought Shevellin only memorized shapes.
She only read to her the picture books that Chevelline wanted.
She wasn't planning to start her education early, so she wasn't exposed to a lot of reading material.
But when she saw Shivalin reading this way, Helen was amazed.
"I don't know. Cherry just knows how to read."
“Helen?”
Helen covered her mouth at Shevellin's spontaneous response.
Shivalin continued reading, then suddenly frowned in confusion.
“Mom, what does ‘life together’ mean? Do you mean hard-boiled eggs?”
Still not used to complicated words, Shivalin asked an innocent question, making Helen laugh.
Shevelin's imaginative and unexpected comments always surprised and amused Helen.
“Haha.”
“Mama, don't bother Cherie! Cherie will be angry!”
Shivalin frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head away.
"Oh my God, Mama's sorry. Mama wasn't teasing you, okay?"
“Hmph!”
At the right moment, Shivalin's stomach growled.
“It's four.”
How could she be so accurate?
Even though she drank a glass of milk before her nap, Shevelin felt hungry again.
“…Mama, Cherry is hungry. I want to eat a canapé.”
(Olivia: Sofa is a type of small decorative food that can be eaten in one bite.
It is a French dish served for dessert and is a snack.)
Shivalin rubbed her stomach as she spoke.
“Canapes?”
"Yes."
"Lynn, shall we go into the kitchen with Mama and make some together? We can put cream cheese on it and decorate it with fruit."
The canapés were easy to prepare.
The decorating was simple, and there wasn't any complicated cooking involved, so it seemed safe for Chefline to help.
"With Mama? Okay! Let's go!"
“Change into your pajamas first.”
"Good!"
Shivalin stood excitedly in front of the mirror, ready to run to the kitchen.
“Does Mama do your hair?”
"No! Cherie will do it!"
Shivalin excitedly climbed onto a chair and began combing her hair.
“Lately, she wants to do everything by herself... Oh my God, what is this?”
Shevigline ended up with uneven hair.
Her hair is asymmetrical, one side is high and the other is low.
"What is this…?"
When she saw her reflection, Sheviline was speechless.
“This is...weird...”
She tugged at her uneven braids and frowned.
“I'll fix them for you, mother. Come here.”
Helen tried to stifle her laughter and waved for her to come.
“Okay...”
This time, Sheveline sat quietly in front of Helen, waiting patiently while she styled her hair.
"There we are. How do you see it?"
Hélène tied Cheveline's hair into two equal braids, and added sky blue ribbons, a favorite of Cheveline's.
“Yes, Sheveline liked it. Thank you, mom!”
Shivalin turned and kissed Helen on the cheek.
“……!”
Helen was surprised, so she kissed Shivaline on the cheek in return.
“I love you, Sheveline.”
No matter how much she repeated it, it would never match the love with which Sheveline lavished on her.
“Yes, Cherry too!”
Helen felt grateful for Shevelin's overwhelming love.
She felt obligated to be thankful for these small moments.
Everyday life with Shivalin was pure happiness.
She wished these days could last forever.
Shivalin extended her hand, and she immediately took it.
“Shall we go now?”
"Tut tut! Cherry train! To the kitchen!"
Shivalin imitated the sound of the train and led Helen into the kitchen.
There was nothing dearer to Helen than Shevelina.
She felt like she would never forgive Revan.
Helen and Shivalin went to the kitchen and ordered everyone to leave.
When they were alone, she hoped that Sheveline would feel comfortable enough to speak freely.
While Helen was holding a knife to cut the cheese, Cheveline, who had been exploring the kitchen, came running.
“Cherry wants to cut him up!”
“But this is dangerous...”
Hélène, concerned about the sharpness of the knife, could not refuse Chevelin's eager gaze.
“Okay, use this then. Be careful not to get hurt.”
Reluctantly, Shivalin handed her a wooden bread knife she had set aside.
“Mom, look at this!”
“You cut it beautifully. Well done.”
Helen complimented Shivalin and patted her on the back.
“Sheveline, can you flip the dough for me?”
"Sure! Cherry loves flipping!"
She assigned Hélène Schevelin the task of turning the dough, a relatively easy task, and began preparing the fruit for the appetizer.
“Mom, um, okay...”
Shivalin, who was watching her with her face in her hands, hesitated and stammered.
“I saw something earlier…”
“Hmm?”
“What is the proposal?”