Chapter Forty-Nine
.Chapter forty-nine.
She's poor.
My heart ached because her bones that touched my fingertips were small and delicate.
How much did she cry and cry until her body became so thin?.
He was upset with Bernard again.
Of course, if he had engaged her properly, he probably wouldn't have been able to meet her.
But other than that, he broke her heart and that's something that can't be overlooked.
So Max decided to punish Bernard.
Is it right for a knight to make another woman cry because his woman is precious?.
He managed to calm her red eyes, using his speaking skills to make her laugh and have fun.
“Hahaha, Max…I feel really stupid now.”
“Oh, it looks like I'm going to show you everything today.”
Seeing her smiling face made me feel at ease.
Yes, it should be so. A smile was more appropriate for her than crying. So it was heartbreaking for him to see her standing coldly and staring displeasedly out the window.
He never liked paintings that showed sad women standing at a window and looking out in disappointment.
Because it brings back his old memories.
'I'm thinking about things that don't help. It spoils the mood.'.
He stepped on himself to forcefully push that past away and push it back.
The past is the past. The past cannot affect his reality... because it is strong... because he must be strong to be able to resist such things.
But he couldn't stay lost in his thoughts for long.
Carmilla spoke sheepishly upon hearing his words: “This...this painting made me happy when I saw it. If it’s okay with you, I would like to give it to you as a gift...this was originally supposed to be displayed here in the gallery.”
She stopped saying these words and lowered her head in shame: “I want to give it to you... The painting’s title is .”
Suddenly he found this situation strange.
It had been a long time since he had truly enjoyed paintings and exchanged them as gifts, rather than buying artworks for illicit money or gifting them as high-value currency as a bribe.
No, this was the first time he had enjoyed giving and receiving paintings as gifts for free.
“It's a warm painting.”
Instead of thinking about the value of the painting, he said what he felt.
The painting depicted the lower class sharing potatoes under a yellow light bulb at a dirty table.
That's all, but what made this painting special were the people's faces.
There were smiles on their faces when they looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with love.
The husband was peeling potatoes for his wife and smiling, and the wife was looking at her husband with warm eyes and at the same time hugging their children.
Affection oozes from the chubby-cheeked babies as they look at their mother and smile brightly.
He seemed to somehow know what she wanted from Bernard without him having to say it.
He looked at Carmela's face, who was examining his face to see if she liked the painting: “It's a good painting...I think I know why you like it.”
“Oh… What a relief… To be honest, I was nervous offering it to you as a gift because it’s such a simple painting.”
My first impression of her was that she was a woman full of hate… and in her hurt and angry face there was a woman longing for affection and love.
Carmella looked at the plate in Max's hand with a happy face.
There were still traces of tears in her red eyes.
But she looked more at ease, even with her red, crying face.
Max suddenly felt like he wanted to hug the woman in front of him when he saw her smiling….looking strangely sad with her red eyes standing out in her pale face.
He wants me to embrace all the wounds I received from Bernard and make her happy.
'If I marry her, will I be able to make her happy?'.
He met her a few times, and he was trying to put the idea aside, because thinking about it was embarrassing for her, but the idea remained stuck in his head.
Think about the situation calmly.
Perhaps he could postpone the marriage, until he solved the difficulties they would face, which he was sure would be resolved quickly because he and she were on the same level and in the same social status.
However, he was not confident that he could protect her after marriage.
“Will I make her miserable like my father did to my mother? Will I be able to protect her from my cruel, monster-like uncle?”
He could not decide which wife would sit next to him just because of love. Her place next to him was filled with iron thorns.
Having someone he loves by his side is one of the things he can never have.
However, it was never possible to keep her as a secret lover like others did.
He looked into her eyes... He didn't want to see those clear eyes covered in despair. He wanted her to be happy with anyone she loved without any shame or blemish.
But for some reason he became greedy.
Wouldn't it be nice if he cared about his desire a little?.
Maybe he could make her live happily if he became more greedy.
While thinking about this, he envisioned Carmilla wearing the Empress's crown.
He depicted her next to him, wearing a red cloak, royal jewels, a luxurious dress, and the empress's crown.
He finally admitted it.
'I'm selfish...in the end I do what I want.'.
The way back was disappointing...so much so that I wished the road he took with me was longer.
The cold evening wind began to pick up, making her feel cold.
Thanks to the coat Max quickly put on me, I didn't feel much cold. I only felt Max's heat.
She said hopefully: “The gifts you gave me are hanging in my room. Should you hang them too?”
Max smiled at my words and promised brightly: “I will hang it in the best place possible. I promise.”
She was amazed and smiled happily like a child again. My steps were light.
I walked happily not knowing what would make me happy, I left everything behind and ran like a child. :..””
I noticed a mysterious expression on Max’s face when he said, “It’s amazing that this is a unique experience, where you can go anywhere you want to go.”
She smiled bitterly: "Because I'm weak. I can't go out without a maid or a driver... I'm different from Max, who can use a sword... I can never stay away from them, no matter how familiar the streets are."
Max was silent for a moment, then asked: “Is it annoying?”
I shook my head: “No, it’s not like that... I’m used to them now.”
Remembering today, I replied with a smile.
It was a very fun day. Thanks to Max I was able to enjoy the feeling of freedom and open my heart.
“But I only felt this feeling today… The feeling of freedom was like magic… I was always curious about how to live freely….”
Then she looked into Max's eyes and smiled: “It's thanks to you.”
From somewhere a wind blew, carrying the pleasant scent of early autumn.
As she turned around, the cool breeze ruffling her hair, Max realized that time was moving slowly.
I stopped wondering why he was attracted to Carmela, whom he had only met a few times….he just knew he wanted her.
Although he had never believed in fate or feelings, he now felt anxious like a hungry dog.
He was always brought up to have everything he wanted taken away or destroyed, so he was obsessed with his little things and would not give them up.
However, this was the first time he had ever wanted someone's heart, especially a woman's heart….
But instead of being surprised or denying the truth, he trusted his feelings.
Backing down from what he wants is something losers do.
The opportunity is right in front of you and the moment you turn around, the opportunity easily disappears.
If you miss out on what you want most just because you were late or hesitated, you will regret it.
It was nice to think about the small, unimportant details later... Once you had what you wanted in your hands, kept it safe, and owned it with all your might, you could think about the facts afterwards.
“I will try to make you feel that way again.. Next time I will invite you.. Do you agree?”
Obviously, the third meeting has a special meaning... That's why the hesitation appeared on Carmella's face.
So Max politely raised his white-gloved hand, palm up: “Please let me do this. At that time, I will tell you my full name and my last name… I’m sure we feel the same way.”
“I... I think so too. D. But...”
Carmilla hesitated. Then she bit her lip and thought of something.
It was normal, but she was nervous.
It would be a good idea for him to use his power to propose marriage to her family.
But he wanted to see her as she was today... He fell in love with a woman who walked happily and talked about doing the things she loved.
She is not a woman with a heart closed like ice... Her image shone as she stood at the window and stared with a coldness that passed through him like an old wound.
That's why he could barely suppress the urge to grab her and tell her not to worry, that he would make her happy, and that she should trust him.
But he'd known enough to hate doing that... He couldn't do the things that made his childhood hell.
If he wants her heart, he must learn patience.
You cannot win a person's heart by force alone.
When taming a bird, you must treat it with extreme kindness and caution until it loves you... so that it returns to stay by your side even if it flies away several times.
Because I am different from my father...and I can become a much better person than him.
But at the same time he also understood his father. While he wondered if this was because his father's dirty blood ran through his veins.
“…Can you wait for me for a little while? I have something to solve…I may not be in the capital for a while…until then……,” Carmilla finally answered.
She muttered, “Please give me time to think.”
Max looked at her for a moment.
He casually thought with a gentle expression: ‘If I press, you will hate me and become like my mother.’.
The same nightmare will be repeated twice.
Therefore, he smiled gently and took a step back: “Willingly, yes, ma’am.”
Pray.
For our people.
In Gaza with victory and bloodshed.
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