I Proposed to My Childhood Friend After Regressing - Chapter 93

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After Regression, I Proposed to My Childhood Friend
Episode 93
“……Hmm, was I being too casual about it, even so?”
Inside the carriage heading home, she murmured to herself while gazing out the window, her chin resting in her palm.
She had only been explaining, sharing her one weakness because she seemed to be overthinking the matter so much…….
‘Miss, that’s Trauma. It’s not something to speak of so casually!’
‘The sensation of that frightening feeling returning, the tightening chest, the ragged breathing—these aren’t things to brush aside easily, and you mustn’t become accustomed to them!’
Turner had scolded Beatrice with genuine seriousness for the first time since revealing her identity.
‘Though it wasn’t quite anger, if she were being honest… it was closer to alarm and concern.’
Recalling Turner’s narrowed brow and wide, startled eyes, Beatrice felt a pang of guilt pierce her again. It was especially the words Turner had spoken with those eyes opened so wide that troubled her.
‘Have you perhaps discussed this matter with Sir Clyde?’
‘No. Not yet……. Even if I tell him, there’s nothing Clyde would be able to do about it, and I’m afraid I’ll only worry him…….’
‘Ah, I see…….’
Turner nodded as if she understood, but then shook her head. Yet she emphasized that keeping secrets wasn’t always the answer.
‘Still, I believe it’s necessary to have that conversation directly. There’s a great difference between knowing the state of someone precious to you and not knowing.’
Beatrice recalled Turner’s words from just moments before and awkwardly rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Of course, she knew it too.
Not everyone froze the way she did when their vision darkened, and not everyone felt their heart threatening to plummet simply because they suddenly couldn’t see anything.
But this was a sensation that had accompanied Beatrice for far longer than she might have thought.
Like someone whose knees ache on rainy days, this was a chronic affliction that stayed with her.
‘I thought of it as a kind of price, something like—now that I can see again, well, how do I put it? A trade-off of sorts.’
Could even this fade away?
The conversation with Turner churned through her mind again, and Beatrice released a soft sigh.
‘When we discuss the wedding arrangements, I’ll bring it up casually then.’
Besides, Clyde would likely take issue with Turner’s proposal itself, no matter how trivial the matter.
No matter how small it was, or who they’d become close to, on the surface it would look as though she were still being victimized by Valois.
Lost in thought, Beatrice’s eyes flew open the moment the carriage arrived at Earl Hartwell’s Mansion. A surprising number of people were waiting in front of the entrance.
“Beatrice.”
“You’re back? Your outing took longer than I expected.”
“Was there really that much to see at the Used Bookstore? I wouldn’t know…….”
Not just her parents and the rest of her family…….
“Good afternoon, Beatrice.”
“I hear you’ve been staying often at the Duke’s Residence lately. Aren’t you planning to visit us? It’s a shame you came now when we happened to be away.”
“That’s right. Your father is correct. Last time we barely gave you proper hospitality.”
The Duke and Duchess, Kaelyun, and…….
“Beatrice, welcome.”
Clyde Dalton, who had approached without hesitation and immediately drew her into an embrace.
With her family watching, he tightened his hold on her slightly and lowered his head, whispering softly to Beatrice.
“Nothing happened, did it? You’re not feeling unwell or anything…….”
“Um, n-no……. It’s not that……. But what is all this anyway? Why is everyone here?”
Beatrice returned his embrace habitually and quickly pulled away, opening her mouth again.
“Nothing’s wrong, is it?”
At Beatrice’s dazed expression, a small smile rippled across her family’s faces.
“See? We were right to keep it secret. That bewildered look is quite a sight now that she doesn’t know what it’s about.”
“Nothing’s secret about it—it’s just been so hard to find a moment to tell her with how busy Beatrice has been lately.”
Ian, the eldest of the Hartwell family, quickly corrected his younger brother’s teasing remark and turned his attention back to Beatrice.
“I know you’re startled with everyone gathered like this, but it’s nothing to worry about. Nothing to be alarmed about.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s nothing special—we heard that your Newlyweds’ Home is nearly finished, so we thought we’d go see it.”
……The Newlyweds’ Home?
Now that she thought about it, she’d completely forgotten. Beatrice, who had genuinely not been thinking about it, blinked slowly and spoke in a still-dazed voice.
“That……. All together?”
“Yes. We hadn’t planned on it, but everyone seemed to seize the moment and came.”
“……How come?”
“How come?!”
Carlisle, the second brother, jumped into the siblings’ conversation as if it were absurd.
“Our youngest is moving out for the first time—don’t we need to see what the place looks like with our own eyes?”
“……Moving out? But you’ve been married for quite a while now.”
At Beatrice’s grumbling remark, Carlisle let out a scoff and opened his mouth.
“Well, it’s a good thing then. At least now you two won’t have to worry about being caught doing that sort of thing in your room.”
“……That sort of thing?”
“Oh, damn it. Brother!”
At Kaelyun’s muttering beside her, Beatrice leaped from her spot.
Carlisle chuckled at the sight of her and shrugged as he replied to Kaelyun.
“It’s nothing much, just that watching you two sitting together all cozily was quite the eyesore.”
“There’s nothing to be done about that.”
“…….”
“You lot, everything’s ready—aren’t we going?”
Just as Beatrice stuck her tongue out at her second brother as if to say he had no taste, the Earl’s voice called out from the direction of the carriage.
“Yes! Let’s go!”
Carlisle, eager to escape the situation more than anyone, began moving toward the carriage, and seeing him, the other family members who had been chuckling began to set off one by one.
Then, not long after.
The family arrived at Beatrice and Clyde’s new home.
The first to begin conversing were Earl Hartwell and the Duchess, the real powers of both families.
“Hmm……. Yes, it’s turned out quite nicely. What do you think, Evelyn?”
“I’m delighted as well, Beliana. I was quite worried about having to build it in such a rush……. But as you said, purchasing an existing house and completely renovating it was indeed the right choice!”
Behind the Duchess, who was clapping her hands in satisfaction, Beatrice peeked out her head.
The mansion wasn’t as lavish as Earl Hartwell’s estate, but neither was it plain.
The cream-colored exterior with its neat gray roof was more than sufficient in size for two people to begin their life together.
Windows were set throughout the house at appropriate intervals, allowing sunlight to pour in generously, and along both sides of the short stone path leading to the entrance were freshly planted flowers and still-young trees lined up in neat rows.
“Beatrice, what do you think? Do you like your Newlyweds’ Home?”
At her eldest brother’s question about whether she liked it, Beatrice blinked slowly.
It was a very strange feeling, she didn’t quite know how to describe it.
‘So this means… this is mine and Clyde’s home?’
The moment she thought that, something tickled inside her again.
To be honest, up until now it hadn’t felt entirely real. Despite having already held the wedding ceremony and playing at affection without hesitation in so many places as happy newlyweds.
‘It was like I was just playing house or acting out a role with Clyde.’
And yet…….
The moment she stood in the Newlyweds’ Home with Clyde and thought of the words “our home,” everything suddenly felt real.
‘So that means, well, from now on even when we’re in that awkward sort of atmosphere, we’ll still be together constantly, right? Surely we’re not sharing a bedroom?’
Beatrice recalled that peculiar atmosphere she’d been feeling more and more whenever she was alone with Clyde lately, and finally she rolled her eyes and stole a glance at him.
And at that very moment…….
“…….”
“…….”
Their eyes met directly with Clyde, who was already looking at her.
At the sudden meeting of their gazes, Beatrice’s face flushed bright red in an instant.

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