The Author And Her Protagonist

Cheryl’s feelings for Edgar are beginning to change.



Cheryl scolded Beth silently in her heart. Even when the maid approached, wanting to return the bobby pin to her hair, Cheryl snubbed her.

Beth took a sensible step back.

The Marquis was perplexed by his wife’s strangely shifting mood. He cast several glances at the face in front of him, which was framed by wavy hair. Edgar was discouraged from continuing to joke because of his little wife’s ugly expression.

Despite the strange atmosphere, the two people ate comfortably. Especially Cheryl, who couldn’t stop thinking about food.

This young lady is an avid foodie.

Whatever she wants to eat, whether it’s food served easily in upscale restaurants or snacks sold on the side of the road. It’s just that she didn’t have much money when she lived in the modern world. As a result, she had to be frugal and could not pursue her hobby.

Coincidentally, her life has improved to the point where she no longer has to work hard just to fill her stomach. Cheryl is obviously overjoyed.

Cheryl, like the average foodie, loses track of time when confronted with delectable dishes. She didn’t think about the little scene that had irritated her at Beth anymore. Whatever Cheryl had felt before vanished into thin air.

Dish after dish began to disappear at a breakneck speed. The few maids standing near the master’s dining table were unaware, but the sight shocked the Marquess, who was known as the Demon General.

Cheryl’s excited movements piqued Edgar’s interest. He didn’t expect the small mouth of the woman he’d just married to be able to consume so much food.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

This, however, gave Edgar a good idea. He had previously failed to please this young lady numerous times, but now he knew how.

“Tempt her with food. Make her tummy happy.” Edgar’s mind had formed a plan.

A certain woman was unaware that Edgar had changed his strategy to grab her stomach.

Cheryl didn’t realise she was eating at the same table as Edgar Baldwin until she had finished half of the dish on the table.

The woman’s hand was about to bring the chicken thigh piece to her mouth when she jerked her gaze to the side.

Edgar’s plate was spotless, with no specks of seasoning here and there. Only a few stains indicated that the plate had been used. The fork and knife are slightly soiled but well placed on the plate.

Cheryl’s plate was overflowing with vegetables and dripping herbs in comparison to hers. Forks and cutting knives are strewn about. Then both of Cheryl’s hands were covered in oil, dripping down to the gold chain bracelet she was wearing.

Cheryl’s irises had migrated from Edgar’s plate to the Marquess’ sleeve.

Edgar is dressed in a white shirt with lace on the sleeves and collar. Surprisingly, the white clothes remained untouched by food stains. Cheryl had a feeling Edgar wasn’t eating.

Edgar responded to the intense stares directed at him. He returned his gaze to the small face with food stains around its mouth. Such a dishevelled appearance amused Edgar, causing the young Marquess to burst out laughing.

Cheryl froze when Edgar burst out laughing. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, a sour expression on her face.

Edgar put his fist to his lips, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Nothing,” Edgar said after shaking off the offending chuckle.

Cheryl’s eyes narrowed in disbelief.

The Marquess of Northland, on the other hand, did not want to extend this episode of the dining drama, which was either titled breakfast or lunch. He leaned back against the chair’s backrest.

“First, finish your meal. Come with me after that. I’d like to show something to you.”

Edgar got up from his seat after saying those words, leaving Cheryl alone with greasy chicken thighs in her hands.

Cheryl didn’t take long to finish a few more cuts of meat.

The two maids assisted her in cleaning up after she finished eating. She was then picked up by a servant who claimed to have been sent by the Marquess.

Cheryl followed the servant with heavy and uncertain steps.

Cheryl was led to the backyard by the young servant. Wind your way through several garden blocks, each dotted with flowerless greenery. They arrived at a colourful area, a garden full of colourful flowers, after crossing a small river. The scent of flowers was mixed together and spread through the air.

“Ah, so beautiful…” Cheryl exclaimed in awe.

Despite the fact that Cheryl was not a flower lover and only knew a few of the most common types, the rows of flowers arranged in such a way captivated her.

A medium-sized relaxing pavilion sits in the middle of a colourful flower garden. An artificial pond surrounded by lotus flowers of various colours surrounds it.

“The Lord is waiting for you in the pavilion, my lady. Please,”

If the young servant in front of her hadn’t made a disturbing noise, Cheryl would have thought she was transmigrating to an eastern novel world, where her suitable role would be to become a low-ranking little concubine who loves her Emperor but is frequently bullied by other concubines.

Cheryl did not respond to the servant’s words. She simply nodded and moved her feet towards the only relaxing pavilion in question.

Edgar had been sitting back and enjoying tea and a plate of cake while waiting for Cheryl. Edgar smiled as he saw his wife approaching him.

“I’ve had enough of waiting for you. I assumed you wouldn’t show up.”

Cheryl’s expression has deteriorated from amazing to ugly. Her real character is to despise all forms of criticism. Cheryl was desperate to escape the mansion when Edgar’s words reached her ears.

The turned heel, however, was forced to come to a halt at Edgar’s next words.

“This garden was created especially for you. What do you think? Do you enjoy it?”

Cheryl’s feet froze before they even touched the ground. She turned to face Edgar.

The man beneath the pavilion’s roof was both elegant and handsome. His smile was warm and affectionate, and he exuded an approachable demeanour.

His appearance reminded Cheryl of Edgar from Claudia’s past life, who had appeared in her dreams not long ago.

In Claudia’s memories, Edgar was a gentle man who lavished her with attention. One could tell Edgar adored Claudia just by looking at her.

Cheryl can sense it as well.

However, Cheryl is not familiar with this Edgar character. She described Edgar as an obsessive in the novel. He adored Yvette, but not with the tenderness that Claudia envisioned.

Cheryl’s heart is torn between trusting Claudia’s memories and the book she wrote herself as a result of this.

Cheryl’s expression became complicated as both sides of her heart fought for their respective beliefs.


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