My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 107: Boundaries

After a week, I was free to go wherever I wanted. The place I had chosen was Garett's home. I found it

a little easier to assert myself with things I wanted after overcoming my misery with Garett. That is why

I can make ridiculous demands like this without batting an eyelash. It is almost as if I had been free of a

weight off of my chest that had been sitting there for so long.

"I do not understand why you want to come here," Garett said as he met me outside of my carriage.

"I have always been curious about where you have been raised," I said as I took his hand on the step

down.

I decided to wear a simple sage green dress with a white buttoned up collar, long sleeves, and white

cuffs on the sleeves. I also tied my hair back partly with a white ribbon that matched my bow tie on my

neck and around my waist.

"It is nothing much," Garett said as he led me to his estate by the hand.

When I entered the manor, I saw that there were many dark green accents like that of the carpet and

houseplants throughout the manor. There was also floor to ceiling white curtains that seemed to

elongate the light grey walls.

"It is actually quite a classy and minimalistic style. I can see a lot of your character in your home. If

anything, I like it very much," I said.

I am kind of glad that I went with a green dress today.

Maybe if I stand right next to a plant, I can blend into the scenery...

"...You are always so blunt," Garett said with reddened ears.

I felt his secondhand embarrassment and became a little flushed as well from how I realized that my

words could be misconstrued as how Garett was very much my type.

"...I am interested in seeing your Library," I said as I tried to change the topic.

"If we pass this hall, we will get there," Garett said as he led the way.

My eye suddenly caught a glance at a strange rope barrier that blocked the entrance of a different wing

in the house.

My feet stopped in place.

"...What is that rope for?" I asked.

"It's a divider...We should get going soon. The sunlight in the Library is the best around this time,"

Garett said as he grabbed my hand and lightly pulled me along.

When it came to Garett's personal Library, his collection far surpassed what I had envisioned as all of

the high walls were covered with books and there were several rows of open bookcases.

It was a dream come true Library for any fanatic book lover.

"It's beautiful in here. I especially like the dark oak shelves," I said excitedly.

"You can have a look around if you want," Garett said with a kind smile.

"I may tire myself out easily by trying to explore everything," I said.

"There is a bedroom on the second floor meant for the purpose of resting. You can go there if you get

tired," Garett said.

A bed?

Also, this Library contains only the two of us...Would it not be rather easy to have a tryst?

I tried to shoo away the dirty thoughts.

"...I would rather not," I said quietly.

"Are you worried about the stairs? I can carry you up there if you get tired," Garett said.

I could sense his sincere intentions, but could not get rid of the evil thoughts crowding my mind...

"In a bit...Can you tell me why there is a divider in the house?" I asked.

"The divider is for the servants who take care of separate wings in the house. Each wing has a different

master. My mother takes care of all of the decoration and servants of that side. If you are curious, I

have not been there, so I could not tell you what the other side looks like," Garett said.

"...You have lived in this house your whole life but have not even been to the other side of your own

house?" I asked.

"It has been decided that way ever since I was brought here," Garett said.

Now, I am beginning to understand why Garett placed so much emphasis on roles in my past life.

There were just some things that you could not change with effort alone.

I wonder just how long Garett had to look at that rope for and be told that he had no place on the other

side...

"Does she still not know that you are actually her nephew?" I asked.

"To her, I am just the Marquis' bastard son. The true origin of my birth is a secret, so of course he could

not even tell his own wife about me. I am only living out of the kindness of the Marquis and his wife,"

Garett said.

"Banishing you to this side of the house is part of their kindness?" I asked.

"I should have been killed the day I was born. However, it was the Marquis who decided to save me

and raise me as his son despite knowing that my presence would hurt his wife. It is fine if she doesn't

know the truth. She is a pitiful woman who was forced to take care of another person's child while

believing in her husband's infidelity. She did not necessarily abuse me or interfere with my life most of

the time and provided me resources for my growth," Garett said.

He still finds it in him to pity the woman who had ignored him all of his life and placed barriers around

him. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

When she hit him in the Royal Castle, it was full of just aggression and not a touch of motherly love.

"...Are you saying that neglected was fine with you?" I asked.

"At a young age, I had servants all around me to take care of my needs or had books to keep me

occupied. The person who I had known as my mother did not like seeing me. When I learned that my

real mother was someone else. I understood why she never treated me like a son. We don't have a

single blood relation or anything to connect us together after all," Garett said.

"Is it much different from how your real mother treated you?" I asked.

"...She regrets having given birth to me. It is a bit odd to have two mother and have each one considers

me the bane of their existence," Garett said with a gloomy expression.

I touched his cheeks with my hands and pulled his face towards me. I tapped his forehead with mine

and closed my eyes.

"...It must have been difficult," I said.

"...Just a little...Why is it that I always find you crying these days? Have you become a faucet?" Garett

said as he wiped my tears with his thumbs.

"I am obviously a human," I said.

"Only humans have such salty tears," Garett said as he kissed my eyes.