Chapter 77: The Lord is a demon wolf of the financial street
"About this..." I paused as I suddenly felt perplexed, and looked at the chest again.
Now, how should I ask about this? I couldn’t straightly ask ’why is there an imitation of Earth’s modern tools here’ without revealing about my origin in the process. Would it fly if I just framed it like I was curious about this stuff?
I put my hand on the opened chest and spoke while rummaging through the content to avoid looking at his eyes—in case I sucked at pretending. "Umm...why is this hidden in the pillar? I...kind of want this, but...is it there because it shouldn’t be seen?"
"Not really," I heard him reply. "But why do you want them?"
Yeah, why? What kind of reason should I give? Valmeier—or any original dweller of this world, for that matter—shouldn’t know what they were. They would look at this stuff and think they were just garbage. What might be a good enough reason so he didn’t end up suspecting me?
"Because they were hidden?" my absolutely not brilliant mind forced my mouth to spout whatever, as I sat down again while shrugging. "My treasure-hunting senses are tingling."
Carefully, I looked up at him while putting on an innocent face—at least what I tried to. But when I saw his face, I was getting dumbfounded.
He wasn’t staring at me, but at the floor instead, with a hand partially shielding his face. But I could still see how he bit his lips in an attempt to restrain a laugh, and how his shoulder shook slightly because of it.
It shifted my caution into confusion, which was also accompanied by flusters. "W-what? Why? Why are you laughing?"
He wiped his face with his shielding hand, before walking to the couch and kissing me. To my bewildered face, he spoke with a small chuckle. "Nothing, just that you’re absolutely adorable, my sweetheart."
He kissed my cheek this time, pressing his lips hard on my skin while circling my neck and holding the back of my head, to the point that I felt like the shape of his lips would get printed on my cheek.