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As she came out of the elevator on the floor where the president's office was, she looked back at the two bodyguards who had been following her like shadows for a while.
"Please do not enter the secretary's office."
I pointed to the sofa in the hallway, but the bodyguards were as persistent as my employer. Grace finally gave up and went into the secretary's office with the bodyguards as if she were a big star.
"Good morning."
The president, who was about to enter the office, stopped when he saw her. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Grace ignored the confused stares following her and pointed to the sofa in the middle of the secretary's office for the security guards.
I walked past it and stopped on my way to the desk. I ended up picking up the December issue of Modern Lady, which I had pretended not to have seen all month, from the coffee table.
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She was sitting at her desk, calmly opening a magazine, when she suddenly burst into laughter. Nothing had changed, but everything had changed.
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A variety of desserts, from eclairs and colorful macarons to crepes, profiteroles, and soufflés, are served on the tea table in child-friendly sizes.
"What next?"
When the Count asked, the child who was sitting on his lap and tapping his foot cried out, pointing with his finger to one of the many plates.
"That!"
"this?"
The child nodded and opened his mouth as the Count reached for the profiteroles topped with chocolate sauce and crushed pistachios. He put the dessert in the child's mouth and asked,
"delicious?"
The child shut his mouth tightly and groaned, then opened his eyes wide and nodded his head vigorously. Pierce's eyes, watching the Count wipe the chocolate off the child's mouth with a napkin with a helpless smile, were still saying that he couldn't believe it.
When he was instructed to inquire about the woman who bought toys at the department store, Pierce didn't think much of it. But the next day, he was suddenly ordered to buy a bunch of toys from the department store and fill the suite with them. He was also told that the Count would be bringing a child and a woman that day, so he was to keep the remaining employees at the hotel completely silent and call them "Miss and Madam."
It was only then that I became half in doubt.
Are you the count's illegitimate child?
The reason he couldn't be convinced even with obvious evidence was because the subject was a count who hated women.
The suspicion became a certainty when a child who looked exactly like the Count was carried out of the car last night by the Count.
The surprise didn't stop there. Who would have thought that the woman who gave birth to the Earl's illegitimate child would be Sally Bristol?
In some ways, she was the only woman who had been rumored to have an affair, so she was the most reasonable person to have. It was quite common for nobles and the wealthy to have illegitimate children with their maids, so I tried to think that it wasn't particularly surprising.
However, the way Sally, who was just a maid in the annex, treated the Count was shocking. From the way she addressed him, to the overly informal title of 'you' instead of 'Your Majesty' or 'you'.
It was hard to believe that the count was not only quietly watching but also naturally accepting the extremely rude attitude of the grand duchess. The count was a person who strictly established a hierarchy with everyone. So I thought that even his government, who was a commoner maid, would be no exception.
"Now it has strawberries in it."
"this?"
"huh!"
Besides, the child was pointing at my father. I've been feeling this way for the past few years, but sometimes I feel like the Count has become a different person.
"Ellie is happy."
As the child sitting on his lap swayed his body as if dancing, covering both cheeks, Leon hugged the child even tighter and kissed his forehead. You don't know how happy I feel when I see you like this. I feel like I was pulled out of the water right before I died. This child was his life.
"Then what does this taste like?"
This time, I put a pink macaron in the child's mouth and the child said this.
"It's a taste that makes you happier with every bite."
"Will one more bite make me happier?"
"huh!"
The child's mother told him not to give her too many sweets, but how could he not give her such a cute thing? Leon picked up a plate of crepes with strawberries and cream, blueberries and syrup. It was his favorite dessert, but for some reason, Ellie shook her head and pushed the plate away with her hand.
"Wasn't it tasty?"
"You're so drunk. So, give it to Mom."
The child was so excited that he finally accepted the crepe and ate it after his mother told him that she would buy him a new one too.
No almond cake?
Leon set down the plate of crepes he had emptied and glanced around the table to see if there was anything Ellie hadn't tried yet, then a thought occurred to him.
"Ellie, you know what? No, you don't."
He smiled and took a big bite of dessert, tickling her bulging cheeks.
"When your mother had you, she couldn't eat anything else, but she ate almond cake..."
The smile slowly disappeared from his face as he looked back on that time.
"...You ate well in your mother's womb."
"Please tell me what kind of cake you want and I will put it on the table."
The butler who had been waiting made a polite suggestion, but Leon shook his head.
"Ellie, when you go to dad's house, the three of us will eat together."
"Dad's house?"
"Yeah, I'm going to my dad's house."
Leon whispered, kissing the child's forehead.
"Whoa!"
"Got it."
"no!"
The child snatched the ribbon from the man's hand and started running around the coffee table again. He was running while dragging the long ribbon, like a dog running around in circles while dragging its leash. The man, who was playing tag, just sat on the sofa and pretended to catch the fluttering ribbon.
You're being so lazy when it comes to tag.
It was then that Grace turned her gaze back to the magazine.
"Our daughter, just like her mother, is very good at running away."
When I glared at him, the man leaned his arms against the armrests of the sofa, rested his chin on his knuckles, and narrowed his eyes. Then he asked Grace as if they were a normal couple.
"Honey, how was company?"
The company was extremely uncomfortable. Not only Grace, but everyone was uncomfortable. The president felt awkward with Grace, and Norman also seemed to know, and when he saw Grace and the bodyguard, he panicked and ran away without even saying hello. The female employees seemed to have no idea about the relationship with the man, but they naturally thought it was strange that the bodyguard was following them. They even asked if she was a princess from another country who had been living in hiding.
"Company? It was good."
Grace smiled sheepishly and changed the subject.
"Ellie seems to have had a good day too."
Her gaze was drawn to the huge fir tree that stood in the window opposite the dollhouse. Its leafy branches were adorned with expensive ornaments of glass and crystal.
Ellie was excited to see Grace get home from work and tell her that she had decorated the Christmas tree twice this year, with her hands full of new gifts.
"I want Java!"
The child is playing with the ribbon that tied the gift box instead of the toy stroller and baby doll that he bought her, while the man has been looking through a department store catalog for a while now, choosing a gift to buy her tomorrow.
"Tell the department store manager to bring a tailor tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
As Pierce took the order, the man grabbed the child who was running around like a puppy on a snowy day and hugged him.
"Got it."
"Ugh... ."
"What did you decide to do if you got caught?"
I decided to tell the boy what he wanted to hear. Grace and the boy both knew that the boy wanted to hear, "Dad." The boy took a deep breath and opened his mouth at the man's urging glance.
"ah...."
As soon as the first syllable came out, he smiled and nodded as if it was the right answer.
"mister?"
But the child, who had discovered the fun of teasing her father, would say things he hated and laugh out loud. The man made a dejected face and spoke to the child as if to tell Grace, who was leisurely turning the pages of a magazine, to listen.
"Our daughter is just like her mother in that she is annoying."
"Maja. Ellie is a mother."
"You pretend not to hear people say you're annoying, and you only respond with an annoying tone when people say you look like your mom. You look just like your mom."
Grace couldn't stand it anymore and glared at the man.
"I'm thirsty."
The child, who had gulped down the juice, went to the stroller opposite the sofa, saying it was time to give the baby a bottle. As Ellie was watching the baby doll and the rabbit doll take turns giving the toy bottles, the man suddenly sent all the servants waiting in the living room out.
Now that there were only three left, it should have been comfortable, but instead it became uncomfortable. It would have been better if there were only two left, and if that man was horny and tried to attack me. The man was staring at Ellie, wondering what he was going to say in front of her. Grace, who was feeling uneasy, struck first.
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