The Mansion Awaits Spring - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95
The lady Eve, staying at Pejin’s Residence, had apparently pestered April quite relentlessly upon hearing that Heidi had appeared.
The Banquet Dress and the Indoor Dress differed only in their splendor.
The Indoor Dress bore no embroidery or jewels. For this reason, its fabric was all the more emphasized, and thus even garments made from fine cloth would not stand out.
The pale yellow Banquet Dress that April wore harmonized beautifully with her lustrous hair, and the hair braided down one shoulder was adorned with a Ribbon of the same fabric and luminous Crystals.
Pejin, standing before April, spoke.
“I’ll go play with you in a moment, so stop sulking.”
At this, April—already displeased by Pejin’s insistence that she remain in bed—shot him a withering glance.
At that look, Pejin sighed and asked.
“What do you want?”
“I want to go out.”
“You’ll go out, take a few steps, and then complain your head hurts again.”
“I won’t tell you. I’ll just hurt on my own.”
“You’d be terrible at trade. You can’t negotiate at all.”
As Pejin spoke, he wrapped April in one arm and turned to look at Heidi. “I’ll put her back in the bedroom and be right down.”

“Yes, then I’ll head out first.”
“I’ll be down in a moment to see you off.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Heidi smiled in farewell, and Pejin moved toward the bedroom with April.
Heidi finished the remaining tea and let out a soft laugh, murmuring to herself.
“Only what he needs, he said?”
It was possible that Pejin did need something. But that was entirely separate from the affection he held.
April, who had come looking for Pejin, turned away with indifference when their eyes briefly met Heidi’s.
The contempt she showed toward Heidi was always the same—but what was different was the look in Pejin’s eyes as he soothed April’s desire to go outside.
Heidi recalled those eyes of Pejin, eyes that had followed her all day long, tugging at her skirts and prattling on about his daily doings.
Because he was a child then, she had thought it mere playfulness.
When she was hiding and weeping after being insulted by April, and he placed a small flower in her hands and crouched beside her to check her face—even when boarding a ship to leave Right Island, wearing that broad grin that seemed to say, “Don’t worry, it’s only me.”
Pejin loved Heidi with genuine affection.
Those were the eyes of that time.
The eyes from when love had destroyed everything in Pejin.
Heidi rose to her feet.
Miller was seeing the situation incorrectly, but even when he had driven the Lunos Family to ruin, his judgment was clear—as it remained now.
He was planting seeds of unease in April’s heart and nourishing them with ample soil.
Just as he had sown the seeds of Fog beneath the House Lunos Grand Mansion and toppled that family.
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April was ultimately dragged into the bedroom by Pejin and glared at him in discontent.
“Who takes such care with a Light Concussion?”
“Someone with a delicate constitution like you.”
“Where on Right Island is there someone with a weak body?”
April had a point. Though Pejin was being extraordinarily cautious about her condition, in fact if she were placed in the Empire, she would be on the healthier side among them.
She had subsisted on little more than potatoes and eggs for seven years straight, and that she had survived unharmed within the Fog, even with the aid of the dye, was likely possible only because she possessed the innate strength characteristic of Right Island’s people.
Pejin could judge that much with his mind, but his heart would not accept it. In his eyes, April remained hopelessly fragile.
Pejin took the hand of April, who sat on the bed. When they first met at the Lakeside, her fingers had been ghostly pale, but after two days of proper nourishment and rest under his care, a peach-like pink bloom had returned all the way to her fingertips.
After confirming this, Pejin laughed ruefully at himself.
“Right, you’re on the healthier side, honestly.”
“Of course I am.”
“I suppose it was just that I dislike you going out.”
Pejin continued, absently caressing her fingertips.
“If you stay only in my house, you won’t end up coming back like that… in that state.”
April watched as Pejin rubbed her fingertips with his own.
It felt strange, but since it wasn’t really any particular action, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.
Pejin was absorbed in her fingers without thinking. The problem was that it didn’t feel bad.
April opened her mouth.
“So it wasn’t that you had to play with me—it was that I had to play with you.”
“That’s slightly more accurate, yes.”
Pejin conceded the point, then finally realized he had been excessively fixated on April’s hand. He slowly set it down on the bed.
At that, April rolled her eyes, looking between her hand and Pejin.
Pejin narrowed his brow at that pleading gaze and asked.
“Don’t let go?”
“…Yes.”
Apparently she enjoyed that faint tickling sensation, for April nodded.
Pejin smiled despite himself, then took her hand again and slowly guided it to caress his cheek.
April’s gaze followed the movement, watching his face where her hand touched.
She watched her fingers brush his eyes, his nose, his lips. She watched as they slowly descended to his neck, his chest.
There were moments when April could not look directly and blinked rapidly, but she never fully turned away.
When Pejin released her hand midway, April now touched where she wished. With one hand, she unfastened a button and gestured, and Pejin removed his shirt, bracing himself with one hand toward her.
April, her gaze fixed on his approaching lips, asked.
“Have you become a doctor?”
“As of yesterday, apparently.”
“You’re being very careful.”
“It’s a minimum of conscience.”
Pejin laughed and, as he drew closer, caught April as she fell backward, lowering her slowly onto the bed while he spoke. “Actually, you’re barely injured.”

“Yes, it’s my body—I know it better than anyone.”
April’s body fell completely onto the bed, her hands and abundant golden hair spilling across the white, impossibly soft sheets.
Seeing April’s trembling eyes, tense with apprehension, Pejin slowed the pace he had been hurrying toward.
April, in turn, reproached him for his hesitant actions.
“I know you’re impatient. Just hurry, will you.”
“What else can I do? I’m accommodating you.”
“What am I, a glass? I won’t break.”
At April’s rebuke, one corner of Pejin’s mouth rose in a sneer as he asked.
“What’s your taste? A bastard?”
“Yes, you know yourself well.”
“Among the women I’ve been with, none has been as infuriating as you.”
The two continued to bicker, and for all their back-and-forth, the obedient Pejin quickly reverted to his true nature, gripping her legs obsessively and pulling them toward him.
He had returned to the Pejin she knew, the one who was willful yet possessed an uncanny sensitivity to her needs. He understood what she liked and what she could not bear faster than she understood it herself. That these two things could mean the same thing in bed was something April learned for the first time tonight.
If there was a drawback, it was that he had ruined the Banquet Dress without a second thought—though he had grown up as a young master who valued nothing.

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