Why Are You So Obsessed With Rejecting Affection? - Chapter 14
Translator and Editor: Bunny and Mikki
She shrugged and bowed her head as the eyes of the Grand Duke turned to Lucy.
“I’m a goowd walkew!” (I’m a good walker!)
“You still can’t do that even if it’s close.”
The Grand Duke rose from his chair with meaningless words. Then he hugged me and approached the window.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, when awr you coming today?”
The Grand Duke slightly frowned at my question.
‘Are you mad at me for asking useless questions?’
I took the forget-it-all quiz and quickly shouted out the answer.
“Awr you tawking about thwe cwothes?” (Are you talking about the clothes?)
“Well, it suits you.”
The Grand Duke answered bluntly. However, he didn’t seem angry because his lips were slightly loosened.
“Hehe, thwis one, I heawd thwat thwe Gwand Duke gave it for me to use.”
“Thank you very much. I weally like thwis Gwand Duke!”
A faint smile crossed the face of the Grand Duke who heard me. It was a change that he didn’t even realize.
I winked at the door quickly.
The sound of taking a picture rang loudly.
Then the smile of the Grand Duke disappeared in a blink of an eye.
“What was that?”
“That, that, that was…”
The reporter was terrified when he saw Wyndert. There was no way to properly receive the momentum of the Grand Duke.
“Can’t you speak straight?”
The Grand Duke’s words were full of dignity.
That’s what I was hoping for…
As I looked up at the Grand Duke with twinkling eyes, I was surprised to find out late that the surrounding temperature had become colder.
Lucy and the reporter shook their heads as if they were lying on the floor, trembling.
‘So Lucy is also afraid of an angry Grand Duke.’
Lucy’s efforts to suppress her body’s honest reaction were evident from her tight fist.
“I cwalled him. You said you should twake a photo and appeaw in the newspawpew, wight?”
(I called him. You said you should take a photo and appear in the newspaper, right?)
I pulled his neck a little bit while I was in the arms of the Great Duke and found a comfortable position.
Then I turned the eyes of the Great Duke towards me to reassure the poor reporter and Lucy.
“… Are you not scared?”
As he opened his eyes and tilted his head, the Grand Duke asked in a small voice.
The Grand Duke’s casual eyes somehow felt a little lonely.
“Feaw? Should I be scwawed?” (Fear? Should I be scared?)
The eyes of the Grand Duke were slightly enlarged by my question.
I buried my head in the neck of the Grand Duke and rubbed it with the answer that I was not afraid at all.
Then the hand of the Grand Duke slowly came up to my back, and he hugged me tightly.
On the window, he rolled his back like a giant hugging a small acorn.
The Grand Duke hugged me and sat on the sofa on one side of the office.
“Did you twake a gwood pictuwe?” (Did you take a good picture?)
I asked, reaching for the reporter, who was still nodding his head.
The reporter approached me carefully with an awkward look and showed me the picture developed.
The Grand Duke was a mina of white tea.
(T/N: I think that the author here is using mina of white tea as a metaphor to describe the aura of the Grand Duke in the picture which can mean that he is pure and that the dark aura he always had with him is not depicted in the picture.)
It’s not sharp, so the cool face and hideous energy are undermined.
Anyway, it was very plausible to see a handsome man holding a blonde girl with a slightly broken face.
A soft smile that was not usually seen, a beautifully dressed child in his arms, and a flashlight pouring from the window looked like a success.
When I saw the picture, I clapped my hands.
This is it! This is the picture I want!
It’s like a daughter fool’s dad and an innocent daughter.
If this scene appeared in the newspaper, it was obvious that anyone would be anxious about my life.
Already, the sales of newspapers have been on the rise.
“It’s really pwetty and twaken beautifuwy!”
I complimented the reporter in a state of great excitement.
Then the Grand Duke, who looked down at the photo, quietly took the picture away.
Skillful Lucy cleared her embarrassment and approached the Grand Duke.
The Grand Duke reached out to give Lucy the photo, but when Lucy tried to take the photo reflexively, the hand of the Grand Duke swung away.
Frustrated, Lucy blinked and looked at the Grand Duke.
“Take the picture and get a frame for it.”
“I want to frame it.”
In accordance to the Grand Duke, Lucy nodded and took immediate action.
“Wow, pwut thwis in a fwame?” (Wow, put this in a frame?)
“This is mine from now on.”
“I bweg youw pawdon?”
To my question, the Grand Duke simply declared he was surprised that I visited him.
“Thwis, thwis is gwood, so it shwould be put out in the newspawpew!” (This, this is good, so it should be put out in the newspaper!)
The Grand Dukes chuckled lightly at my words of embarrassment.
“Whose house is this?”
“And who’s paying the reporter?”
Then the Grand Duke laughed.
“What’s in the background of the photo?”
“The Grand Duke’s house.”
“Well, this one?”
I realized that I couldn’t stop the will of the Grand Duke.
My God, I thought I got the perfect picture…
“Then, wet’s twake anothew pictuwe again!”
There’s not much I could do. I couldn’t use that picture because the Grand Duke didn’t want to cooperate.
I’m trying so hard for them, and they don’t even know how I feel. I pressed my mind to get a little sulky and suggested a re-shoot.
“Hug me now. Excwuse me, pwease twake a pictuwe again.”
At my words, the Grand Duke raised one eye and shook his head.
“We don’t carry pictures that have the same composition and feel as this one.”
“I have it because I don’t want anyone to see this.”
I looked up at the face of the Grand Duke, with my face bulging back in dismay.
I felt the hard air on my back.
“Then… then how? Umm…. Then, I’m going to hold you hewe and twake a pictuwe!”
At my words, the Grand Duke stirred his hand and asked the reporter to take the picture again.
Pang, I’m not used to the sound of taking pictures, but I didn’t tremble for the third time.
The Grand Duke reached out to the reporter. The reporter hurriedly ran up and showed out a picture protruding from the magic camera.
The Grand Duke shook the picture.
Thinking about something, he dropped me off my knees.
“Go over there and take a picture.”
He sent me to the window. Then I told the reporter to take my self-portrait.
“Well, ah, Young Lady, the picture will come out better if you take several poses.”
Various poses? I had to ponder over what the reporter said.
Then, the reporter put the camera down to the floor and moved around to show a few poses.
I watched it and thought again about how to show the luck of a child who got a bounty.
“It’s okay to do that. It’s okay to take any picture.”
‘Well, I don’t know!’ said the great man tossing his head back.
“You can just take whatever you want, but just take it for now.”
The reporter immediately lifted the camera to the front of his eyes.
I was also flustered and had to pose for something.
I spread out my arms and looked as happy as I could. Like, ‘This is all mine!’
And I checked the picture that came out right away…..
The sun coming in from behind covers my body and makes me look like I’m very far away…
‘It’s like a tree struck by lightning.’
“Oh, this is….”
The reporter also checked the photos and could not connect. He filmed me and I acted irresponsibly like that.
When I was frowning a little, the Grand Duke raised his hand to bring the picture and see for himself.
The Grand Duke who checked the picture burst into laughter.
“It’s good enough to put it out in the newspaper right now!”
The reporter cried out, trembling and struggling. Then the Grand Duke looked up and said ‘Next picture.’
I had to take some cute and lovely-looking pictures while the Grand Duke is watching.
I was fortunate to be able to use small items while changing the location to the table to avoid the sunlight.
He is holding a cute teacup.
Smiling eyes and hugging at the sofa.
His mouth is covered with his hand and his eyes are open.
Whenever a photo was taken in a variety of postures, the Grand Duke only held out his hand.
When I was exhausted and couldn’t do more, the reporter asked very carefully.
“Well, sir, Your Highness. How do I… What kind of picture should I pick?”
At his words, he snorted and arranged the picture on the table.
“It’s all mine.”
His face, saying so, looked like a wild beast. He seemed to like the pictures he had obtained from me.
“Then, what do you wite in the newspawpew?” (Then what do you write in the newspaper?)
I lightly held out my lips and asked the Grand Duke.
All of this is to spread your good deeds, but you’re being so uncooperative!
I expressed ‘The Grand Duke is good!’ with my whole body, but does it make sense to not write a single copy?
“While you are still a patient, I couldn’t use it even if I took it. Eat a lot and gain some weight, and you should be completely healed and your skin is shiny.”
At the words of the Grand Duke, I opened my mouth.
Like that! It is said that if you want to become a child who is full of happiness because of good luck, you have to get better first!
Nobody will be envious if it’s small and dry like a sapling hit by lightning!
‘But why the hell did you ask me to take a picture?’
I tilted my head as I saw the Grand Duke looking at the pictures with great satisfaction.
“Then, then what am I going to do now?”
I looked at the Grand Duke with my blinking eyes.
I came here to take pictures and say thank you, but I guess I ended up walking in vain.
“You… go back to bed.”
The Grand Duke answered with an expressionless face and jumped up from his seat.
Then he went further to the desk, and behind him somewhere in the drawer came with a small glass bottle.
“Now, you’ve come this far, so I’ll have to give you something.”
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