The Black-haired Noblewoman, Who Disguised Herself, Seems To Have Been Doted On While Serving As The Caretaker For The Duke Who Dislikes Women - Episode 38
“Welcome back, Master!”
“Ah, Michel. I’m home.”
My husband, who turned around at my call, looked at me and smiled gently. The beauty of that smile made my heart flutter once again.
No, no. Why am I feeling a little fluttery? I’ve been acting strange lately. I need to stay calm around my husband at all times. Otherwise, the full-time position will slip away from me.
To gain the trust of your husband, who dislikes women, and to work here for a long time, you must never have any frivolous feelings towards him. This is an absolute condition.
When I firmly told myself that, the strange restlessness in my chest settled down instantly. Alright.
“Excuse me, sir. I apologize for bothering you when you’re tired, but… could you spare a little time later?”
When I bring it up, my husband looks at me with a serious expression. Curtis, who is behind my husband, is also looking at me.
“Of course, I don’t mind. Is there something troubling you?”
“Oh, no, that’s not it… Um, I was hoping we could discuss future matters soon.”
My husband, upon hearing my words, froze while staring at me for some reason. …W-What on earth did I mean by that…
“Understood. You should come to the office later.”
“Yes. Thank you very much.”
My husband finally averted his gaze from me and started to go up the stairs, but Mr. Curtis stayed here, still watching me. And for some reason, instead of going up the stairs, he walked over to me.
“Mr. Curtis?”
“I just noticed, but Michelle, your hair has grown quite a bit.”
“Oh… yes. That’s right. Now that you mention it.”
Indeed. When I first came here, Amanda cut and styled my hair for me. It was neatly trimmed around my jawline, but now it’s grown about three centimeters.
“See? It used to be around here, but now looked, it’s almost to my shoulders.”
While saying that, Mr. Curtis moves his fingers as if using scissors, pinching the hair near my ear.
“That’s great. Since you have such beautiful hair, why not grow it out even better next time?”
“Hehe, that’s right.”
When I answered Curtis, who was scooping the ends of my hair that had grown down to my shoulders with his palm, my husband, who was halfway up the stairs, suddenly shouted loudly.
“Stop it! Curtis! What are you doing?”
“…to?”
Both Curtis and I were surprised and looked up at my husband at the same time.
“What are you doing… I was just talking to Michelle about how her hair has grown, okay?”
“That’s not all. Don’t touch a young woman’s hair without permission. It’s rude.”
“Huh?”
Not only did Curtis let out a silly-sounding voice, but I also couldn’t help but be taken aback. It’s not the first time Curtis, who is usually so friendly, has touched my hair like this. If I remember correctly, when he cut my hair, he was patting my head in front of my husband.
Mr. Curtis must have been thinking the same thing as me. He is confirming with his husband in a puzzled voice.
“Is that so?”
That’s right.
“Is it not okay?”
“You’re being persistent. Didn’t I just say that? Hurry up and come.”
“Eh…? But I’ve been ruffling Michelle’s hair quite a bit for a while now, right? Right?”
“Enough already! That’s why I’m telling you to stop it from now on. You’re supposed to be the attendant of the head of the Harrington Duke family, after all. It’s about time you acquire the dignity befitting your position. …That’s enough. We’ll continue later. Let’s go.”
“Haah… What is it all of a sudden…? Oh, Amanda, good work! See you later, Michelle.”
Curtis-san seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but when Amanda-san, who had somehow come up behind me, raised her hand and greeted him lightly, he swiftly ran up the stairs and went to his husband.
When the two of them disappear from sight, I look back.
There stood Amanda, wearing a somewhat sad expression.
“Ms. Amanda…”
When I call out to her, she puts on a bright smile as if shaking off something.
“I came to call you, Michelle. You have something to discuss with the master, don’t you? Let’s hurry and have dinner first. The master just got home, so he probably has letters to check and such. Now’s the time, right?”
“Ah, yes…”
Ms. Amanda has always been kind to me like this, but sometimes, really sometimes, she makes such a sad face.
Maybe I need to have a proper talk with him once…… I don’t have any particular feelings for him, you know.
While thinking about such things and moving to the cafeteria, I listened to Amanda’s cheerful chatter and nodded along.
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