IBOMLEW Ch 3 — Weren’t You Prepared For This? (2)

The preparations for the cultural festival that would be held in three days were almost complete. 

I also sent invitations to various noble households, but fortunately, everyone said they were willing to come. 

And even the Emperor and Empress had said that they would attend, so what could be better than this! 

I will show the whole world that Irwen Carlisle is an amiable person, not a malicious wife..

I was busy writing a thank-you letter in the room when several servants filtered in and announced something.

“Madam, we have finished setting up the stage in the banquet hall. The piano was covered with a large cloth earlier in order to prevent the dust from settling on it.”

“Alright. I’m grateful towards you all.”

Although I was only saying it because I was truly grateful, the servants were still startled and all left the room.

It seemed as if they were still not used to my changed persona.

Mrs Tilly ran in hastily.

“Madam, the dress you ordered a few days ago has arrived. Should I bring it to your room?”

“Yes, then please do so.”

“Then, please wait for me in your undergarments. You’ll be able to try it on soon. I’ll fix it for you right away if it happens to be too tight or too loose.”

“Thank you, Mrs Tilly.”

“…I should be more thankful, madam.”

Although I think I’ve already said the words ‘thank you’ more than 300 times so far, it seems like Mrs Tilly still isn’t used to it. 

Mrs Tilly bowed her head as if she was bewildered, easily helping me take off my dress and left. 


The preparations for the cultural festival that would be held in three days were almost complete. 

I also sent invitations to various noble households, but fortunately, everyone said they were willing to come. 

And even the Emperor and Empress had said that they would attend, so what could be better than this! 

I will show the whole world that Irwen Carlisle is an amiable person, not a malicious wife..

I was busy writing a thank-you letter in the room when several servants filtered in and announced something.

“Madam, we have finished setting up the stage in the banquet hall. The piano was covered with a large cloth earlier in order to prevent the dust from settling on it.”

“Alright. I’m grateful towards you all.”

Although I was only saying it because I was truly grateful, the servants were still startled and all left the room.

It seemed as if they were still not used to my changed persona.

Mrs Tilly ran in hastily.

“Madam, the dress you ordered a few days ago has arrived. Should I bring it to your room?”

“Yes, then please do so.”

“Then, please wait for me in your undergarments. You’ll be able to try it on soon. I’ll fix it for you right away if it happens to be too tight or too loose.”

“Thank you, Mrs Tilly.”

“…I should be more thankful, madam.”

Although I think I’ve already said the words ‘thank you’ more than 300 times so far, it seems like Mrs Tilly still isn’t used to it. 

Mrs Tilly bowed her head as if she was bewildered, easily helping me take off my dress and left. 

As soon as she left, I began to take off my clothes. 

I had already gotten used to waiting to be served without any clothes on.

Before I knew it, there was only a white camisole remaining on my body.

I looked at myself in front of the large mirror with my back to the door. 

Although it’s embarrassing to say, I’ll never get tired of seeing my reflection, no matter how many times I do it. 

This beauty with white skin that contrasted even more with her wavy black hair that stretched to her waist. 

A perfect figure that had curves in all the right places.

It’s absolutely perfect. 

As I was mesmerised by my reflection in the mirror, someone knocked on the door. 

“Come in.” I said without taking my eyes off the mirror.

Creak

A seemingly large figure appeared in the mirror. 

The door opened as Fervin came into my room.

“Irwen.”

I turned around. 

In his hand was the simple white dress I ordered. 

Fervin had just returned from the imperial palace, wearing the same black uniform he had worn in the morning. 

My gaze moved to his pale face.

I wasn’t sure how many weeks it had been since I had seen his face.

His face, which I had not seen in a long time, had become even more handsome. 

His cheeks that were slightly sharper, a tall nose, and his even more piercing green eyes. 

He stared blankly at my attire. No, rather he was probably just looking at my bare skin that was exposed in the thin camisole.

His gaze slowly descended downwards, from my face to my neckline, collarbone, then breasts. 

I was so flustered that I didn’t even realize that his own face was gradually turning redder and he was even coughing slightly. 

I hurriedly covered my body with both arms and pointed towards the door with my chin.

“Isn’t it impolite for you to come in before I’m appropriately dressed?”

“As your husband, I think it’s alright for me to break this level of courtesy.”

“Even if you’re my husband, etiquette is still etiquette regardless.”

“Since Mrs Tilly is always by your side, this was the only time for us to be alone. I can’t grab you whilst you’re sleeping and talk to you either.”

I had no choice but to agree with Fervin’s words. 

After waking up, it’s true that Mrs Tilly was always by my side whilst I was still getting used to and learning about the mansion’s various duties. 

Fervin licked his red lips as he nodded, as if to continue speaking.

“It’s been years since the Carlisle Dukedom was thrown into a frenzy due to an event. However, there’s something I’m curious about.”

He draped the white dress he was holding over the chair next to the dressing table.

He placed his hand on the chair and ran a hand through the hair that was falling onto his forehead. 

The only colour on his pale face was on his lips which were red as if he had bitten an apple.

With his tall body which was over 180 centimeters leaning on the chair, he turned his head to the window. 

As the setting sun fell languidly on his face, it was as if color had returned to his sculpted face. 

Truly, a masterpiece is a masterpiece. 

In the original story, he wasn’t called the most handsome man in the empire for nothing. 

Being alone in a room with him was so nerve wracking that I felt like dying, but the moment I set my eyes on his handsome face, I found that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

He, who was constantly biting his lip. 

As if it was stuffy, he neatly unbuttoned the button that had been covering his neck. 

The wind revealed his collarbone, which was trembling due to his intense emotions.

“What the hell are you…”

After licking his lips for a moment, Fervin came one step closer to me. 

I unconsciously gulped, my throat dry.

“Irwen, why are you doing something you don’t normally do? Is this because you want to get along with me?”

“I’m not, getting along with you, rather than that kind of nonsense…”

“That kind of nonsense?”

He suddenly fixed his piercing eyes on me, as if he was angry.

Before I could properly grasp the situation, he intercepted my words before I could speak.

“I just don’t know why you are doing this. There was simply no need for you to host the cultural festival. I could just push it onto the Marchioness of Celestine like before…”

“I said that I would fulfil my official duties as the Duchess. I’m just upholding my own responsibilities, so I’m not sure why you’re talking like this. By any chance, did you perhaps prefer for me to go back to the old days, not working and just acting like an idiot? You have extremely weird tastes.”

After speaking so confidently, I slowly stepped backwards.

I saw Fervin wipe his face, as if he was shocked by my words. 

I thought that it would be safe for me to hide myself in the bed with a large veil, so I quickly took a step back. 

As I quickly backed away to avoid him approaching me, suddenly, my leg was caught on the edge of the bed. 

At the same time, as Fervin reached out towards me as I fell backwards, my field of view was suddenly reversed in an instant.

“Ah!”

The moment I collapsed with my back on a cozy bed. 

A large shadow was cast over my body as Fervin reached out towards me.

I could feel a man’s warmth and weight on my body. 

His face suddenly came closer to mine. 

His gaze flickered as if wandering, and then  met my eyes, as if he had made a decision.

“I think you’ve misunderstood. I don’t have weird preferences.”

“You like heavy makeup more than a bare face, I told you I was going to fulfill my duties as a Duchess but you told me not to. And get up, you’re heavy.”

Fervin got up as soon as I gently pushed his chest. 

Although it wasn’t as if he was was putting pressure on my body, it was still a posture that used both his arms and legs to cage me in.

When I looked at him with a gaze that seemed to ask why he was doing this, his eyes shook wildly.

“If I don’t do this, you’ll avoid me, just like before.”

Seeing as his own face was burning red, it seemed as if he had unconsciously said it without meaning to.

The waves lurched, as if a stone had been thrown into a still pond. 

Why are you making that sort of face, you hate me anyways. 

I swallowed my trembling voice and responded calmly.

“Well, I don’t have any expectations, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem if I avoid you.”

He let out a heavy sigh.

“You really don’t know anything. It’s troublesome, to I think that I’ve been hiding my heart yet you have no expectations.”

“That’s why I’m going to live up to your expectations. I have no idea why you’re dissatisfied with how I’ve acted as the Duchess.”

“You really don’t know me. Do you really not know what I expect from you?”

His eyes that seemed to say, ‘Of course you wouldn’t know’, stared into mine fiercely as he let out a languid breath.

At that moment, he buried his lips deeply into my neck. 

As if he was biting an apple he rubbed his lips against my neck, then slowly raised his face. 

For a moment, I almost fell for him as he looked seductively at me with his sculpted face. I frowned, grabbing his collar and meeting his eyes.

I could see that the neat uniform that was wrinkled from my grasp.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Fervin, who was staring at me. 

An enchanting scent grazed his nose as he lowered his head.

As I met those green eyes that were staring at me, my heart started to pound even more uncontrollably. 

As my gaze descended from his eyes to his lips, a low and deep voice suddenly came out.

“You’re fulfilling the official duties of the Duchess. Wasn’t this what you were ultimately trying to achieve under the pretext of your duties?”


mio’s crisis today: fervin being too damn fine in the official art :sob:

discord link to celebrate the end of my hibernation lmaoooo

https://discord.gg/jr8B2UPPEk

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