The sunlight coming through the curtains settled on Iris' face.
She opened her eyes and stared at the strange ceiling.
The answer quickly came to her.
Count Keivrand Green's bedroom.
However, now it was the bedroom of Count Green and his wife.
The spot where Keivrand had laid was empty, but his scent remained.
She remembered hearing such a voice like it was a dream. And as the voice said, she seemed to have had a good dream.
Slowly stepping out of bed, she headed to the window.
Bright sunlight assaulted her eyes as soon as she grabbed the curtains. When she opened the window with a slight frown, hot air came rushing in.
This weather makes me want to eat shaved ice.
With that thought in mind, when she lowered her eyes, she saw the garden of the Green's mansion.
Although the Green family, the guardian of the sacred relics, was well positioned, they weren't a wealthy family. As such, she didn't have much expectation. However, there was a great garden that was well maintained, if not spacious.
She imagined herself carrying a parasol and eating sherbet on the bench in front of the fountain in the middle of the garden.
A trivial but happy everyday life gesture that she never could have enjoyed in her past life.
Even after leaving the Whittle family and becoming Viscountess Hutch, she couldn't enjoy such everyday life.
In her previous life, Viscountess Iris Hutch was nothing more than an accessory and a toy to make Alfred shine.
While recalling her unpleasant previous life, she saw two men walking across the garden side by side.
She recognized one of them as Wallace, a man with dark gray hair, who had greeted her yesterday, and the other an unknown man with shoulder-length golden hair tied behind his head.
Wallace, who saw Iris, smiled brightly and waved frantically, pointing to her with his index finger while saying something to the blond man.
The blond man who turned his head inadvertently was surprised to see Iris. He grabbed Wallace's index finger and lowered it as if twisting.
Wallace's outburst was even heard in Iris' ear.
Despite Wallace's fearsome spirit, the man named Jamie bowed politely to Iris.
After some time, the two knocked on the door to Iris' room.
Iris realized she was still wearing Keivrand's big gown.
She looked around the room to change into the clothes she had originally worn, but she couldn't find it and wondered if it was sent to be washed.
As a result, she had no choice but to open the door wearing Keivrand's gown.
"Did you have a good night's sleep, sister-in-law?"
Wallace asked in a cheerful voice.
At Iris' answer, Wallace looked back at Jamie.
"You heard that, right? It's all thanks to me. Thanks to me."
Jamie was staring at Iris and ignoring Wallace.
Now that Iris had a closer look, Jamie had delicate features and looked extremely well-kempt.
He had fair skin with slightly dull eyes, however, the blue eyes within them were eye-catching.
Jamie had a light smile around his mouth.
Soon, he lowered his head slightly to show his respect.
"The boss...I didn't hear from the Count in advance, so I didn't know that Countess was coming and couldn't greet you properly yesterday."
"Sister-in-law, this one. He was the only one who didn't know you were coming. That's why I've been harassing him all night. He looks like he's smiling, but his insides are on the verge of bursting..."
The babbling Wallace's stomach was stabbed hard by Jamie's elbow.
Even though he was lean, Wallace coughed dryly and took a step back.
"You, are you really trying to kill me?"
Wallace complained, but again, Jamie ignored him and continued.
"Please pardon me for the late greeting, Countess."
"What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong. It was a sudden marriage."
"My name is Jamie. As the steward of this mansion, please let me know if you need anything from now on."
"Okay. Then, first...Can you not call me Countess?"
"Don't call you Countess?"
From Jamie's attitude towards Wallace, Jamie also seemed to have a strong relationship with Keivrand.
"You can call me by my name comfortably."
Wallace, who was trying to intervene from the side, was silently struck by Jamie.
"I don't dare call you by your name. If you feel uncomfortable with the title of Countess, then I'll call you Miss Iris."
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No, I need wearable clothes right now. Yesterday, I noticed that Nathan and I were about the same size..."
"Nathan looks like a girl, but he's actually a guy, sister-in-law."
"It's okay. Whatever I wear in the mansion, who is going to say anything? At long as it's comfortable, that's all."
Wallace grinned at Iris' answer.
"Yes, as long as it's comfortable. I'll go and take all of Nathan's clothes!"
Wallace rushed off before Iris could say one outfit was enough.
"Don't tell me Wallace is really going to take all of Nathan's clothes?"
"He's going to take everything, Miss Iris. Wallace is a fool who does whatever he wants."
"Then, I'm really sorry for Nathan."
"It's all right. Who dares to go against Miss Iris? Do you need anything else?"
"I want a sherbet. And a parasol."
Jamie didn't even ask why Iris had wanted it.
When Iris stared silently at Jamie, he tilted his head slightly to the side.
A few golden hairs trickled across his delicate face.
"Is there anything else?"
"How far is my authority supposed to be in my home?"
"Miss Iris just said, 'my home.' How far Miss Iris wants to go in her own home, that's up to Miss Iris to decide."
Wallace really seemed to have packed up all of Nathan's clothes.
Iris smiled when she Imagined what Nathan would have looked like when Wallace stormed into his room, opened his closet, and took his clothes.
She checked the clothes Wallace had piled up on the sofa and chose what to wear.
A black straight pants, a wide-sleeved white shirt, and a dark brown leather vest.
It was a style that she never would have worn in her last life.
No matter how small Nathan was, a man was a man.
His clothes were a little big for Iris to wear, but they were still better than Keivrand's gown.
After looking at herself in front of a mirror, her hair fluttered as she came out of the room.
Jamie was waiting outside in front of the door with a parasol and sherbet.
His eyes grew when he saw Iris, and then it narrowed as if he was happy.
"You look marvelous, Miss Iris."
"Do you want me to show you around the garden?"
"No, I'll be fine on my own."
Iris walked along the gravel path in the garden with the glass bowl of sherbet and parasol.
She liked the sound the gravel made every time she stepped on the pebbles.
Finally arriving in front of the fountain, she sat on the bench and opened the parasol.
She was going to cover the sun with the parasol and eat the sherbet gracefully, but when she held the parasol in one hand and the glass bowl in the other, there was no extra hand to hold the spoon.
It was impossible as she twisted and turned, so she gave up the parasol.
Perhaps she might as well get a bit of tan.
She placed the parasol next to her and picked up the spoon.
The sherbet with lemon juice and honey was sweet and sour.
After eating the sherbet for a while, a shadow cast over her head.
Someone had lifted the parasol that was placed next to her and unfolded it above her head.
Keivrand was standing there when she turned her head.
"I heard you met Jamie, Irie."
Keivrand tilted his head as if he didn't know what she was talking about, and then he sat down next to her.
"You're having sherbet in the morning?"
Iris scooped up a spoon of sherbet and put it in front of Keivrand's mouth.
Keivrand's eyes shone mischievously.
"Rather than eating it like this..."
Keivrand's face popped up in front of Iris' eyes.
"I want you to feed me with those pretty lips."
Iris would have been embarrassed if it was last night. Perhaps she would have been surprised as she pulled back.
However, she had now identified Keivrand's personality.
So instead of blushing and pulling her head back, she dropped the spoon, placed her hand behind Keivrand's head, and pushed him closer.
Keivrand's defenseless head, which she didn't know would be like this, was drawn in by her frail strength.
The lips that were slightly parted instantly overlapped.
When his body stiffened by the unexpected situation, her lips opened.
The sweet and sour liquid that was left in her mouth poured into his mouth.
Even after she had finished, he was still stiff with his eyes wide open.
She thought it was fun to see him, who had been teasing her all day yesterday, became surprised this time.
As such, she rubbed his lips with her thumb.
Only then did Keivrand's eyes narrow.
"It's sweet, Irie. It's very sweet."
Iris smiled, and then when she went to pick up the spoon that had fallen on the ground, her hand overlapped with Keivrand's.
Keivrand gently clasped Iris' hand and lifted it in front of her.
"Those are Nathan's clothes."
"I don't have anything to wear. I don't want to wear what the maids wear."
"You could have worn my clothes."
"Your clothes are too big."
Iris smiled, recalling last night's conversation. However, Keivrand didn't smile.
"It's not very pleasant to see my wife in another man's clothes."
"Oh, I didn't expect Count Green to be jealous."
"I didn't know either, Irie. But you know what?"
Keivrand's lips passed by Iris' lips and rested against her ear.
Then he gently bit her earlobe.
At that moment, a sweet shudder ran down her spine.
"Wolves only keep one female beside them for the rest of their lives, Irie."
His voice flowed into her ears, mixed with a strange sensation that spread to the tip of her toes.
A thick voice came down her earlobe and seemed to stroke her whole body.
"So I should be the only male who can leave his scent on you."
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