Chapter 26【VIP】
As the party approached, everyone was eagerly anticipating the whispers and props. In particular, the feathers Oppasha had plucked to save the day became the talk of the town in high society.
The shop was flooded with new customers requesting feather whips, forcing Opesha to improvise a design, which she had to complete before the banquet. Even before she'd refined the final version, pre-orders were pouring in.
But Opesha was still very excited.
Because of the lord's lavish praise after his visit, she successfully attracted the attention of the prince in the palace.
The lord's visit became the most effective promotion. After that day, a reservation letter with the royal wax seal was placed in the mailbox at the door of her shop.
In the letter, Prince Henry wanted to order a complete set of bondage music and expressed his expectation to meet the owner at a banquet.
This letter suddenly cheered up Opesha, who had been tired for several days - the male protagonist finally showed up, and the main storyline finally made some progress.
Prince Henry is going to the banquet. This is a hard-won opportunity, and she must take Sinderel with her.
But—her eyes fell to the last few whispers that had just been hung in the window.
She hadn't seen Sindriel in the store for many days.
After the lord left, she could clearly feel that Xindrell was in a bad mood and wanted to make amends later, but whether in the store or at home, Xindrell always closed the door and refused to communicate with her.
Not only was there no communication, but even the production of clothes and props was stopped. As a result of this suspension, the store's clothing inventory dwindled, while orders piled up. The nobles grew increasingly impatient, and the situation became increasingly urgent.
And she didn't know how to sew, so trying to do it herself would just be a waste of materials.
It would be fine if there was no banquet, but this time there was a prince involved, so she had to complete these orders first no matter what, in case some noble got angry and prevented her from attending the banquet.
Even when Sinderel was willing to open the door and let Opesa in, he acted extremely absent-minded.
"This fabric is not right." He threw away the fabric in his hand and said lightly, "It can't be done. Change it."
Opesha accepted it and ran around the market again.
"This needle is blunt." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his long legs. "I can't do it. Change it."
Opesha endured it and ran around the market again.
"This leather smells bad, change it."
"This pearl is fake, change it."
…
"I'm tired." He twisted his wrist and glanced out the window. "I can't do it."
Opesha was furious. "What the hell are you throwing a tantrum about?" She pointed at the clock. "It's been a whole day, and you haven't made a single piece of clothing. And you haven't even called out to your mouse friends. If you have something to say, just tell me."
From morning till night, the progress of a garment was maddeningly slow.
She really didn't understand why Xindrell had resentment but didn't say it out loud, and just sat there throwing a tantrum.
"..." Sinderel slowly turned his head away, lowering his eyes to look at the half-finished clothes beside him. He exuded a cold and distant air.
He is always silent and elusive.
"If," he said after a while, "I wouldn't do this, and it wouldn't be of any use to you, would you not be patient with me?"
"...What?" Opesa's anger suddenly subsided.
Still no answer.
Sinderel pursed his lips, stood up, and shook his head in denial, "It's okay." After that, he left the workshop directly.
Just like last time, Opesa could only watch but could do nothing.
His words lingered in my mind for a long time.
If he can't do those things and is of no value to her, will she not be patient with him?
Wouldn't you speak up for him and keep him by your side?
Opesa's eyes fell on the half-finished dress that had fallen to the ground at some point.
The shapeless clothes lay wrinkled on the ground, and the silk that should have been shining and colorful was dull, just like her dark, selfish, and complicated mood.
They are not from the same world, and they don't even exist in the same dimension.
She will have to go back one day.
So, she couldn't have any nostalgia.
Opesa tried to find a suitable tailor shop, but the results were always unsatisfactory and not even a bit better than what Sinderel made.
One is just a piece of clothing, while the other is a charming battle robe. Even people as vulgar as Dusula and Anastasia can tell the difference at a glance.
Opesha looked at the one-to-one replica sitting in the chair, sighed, walked out the door, and hung up the sign saying the business was temporarily closed.
She needed Sindriel.
She had to apologize. No matter what, she had hurt Xindrel. Even though the system had not appeared for a long time, and even though it was the lord's request that day, she had actually done things that hurt Xindrel.
After walking around the city, she marked the locations of all the bookstores in the city on the map, and marked the various features of the stores, and then returned home.
Sinderel likes reading, so she can buy as many books as she wants, she thought.
But like a stubborn donkey, he not only refused to communicate, but also went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast before dawn every day, and then disappeared without a trace.
Opesha struggled to get up from the soft bed.
She must go and apologize!
If she didn't solve the problem quickly, she would definitely not be able to bring Xindrell to the party, nor would she be able to pay off the money she owed to the trading house in one go.
She finally got in touch with the male lead, and she couldn't stop.
Because she wanted to break the fate that the priest was talking about.
Sinderel will be happy. She will never believe in evil.
Putting on a cloak, Opesa walked up the stairs with a pillow in her arms, and finally stopped at Sinderel's door.
She tiptoed to sit down by the door, put the pillow behind her, and wrapped herself tightly with her cloak.
She wasn't that cold originally, after all, the doors and windows downstairs were closed, so she only wore the cloak. But soon, the cold winter wind penetrated the gap and rushed towards Opesa.
My hands and feet were numb and black from the cold, my whole body was shaking involuntarily, and my teeth were chattering so hard that I could get a concussion.
The cold wind was blowing in from the gap in the wooden door beside me.
It suddenly occurred to her that there was no fireplace in Sinderel's house.
The fireplace in her room was never extinguished, so she didn't feel cold, and she didn't expect that Sinderel was sleeping in a drafty room.
It was embarrassing to think about it. She seemed to have never carefully checked whether Sinderel's doors and windows were tightly closed, nor had she ever asked him if he was cold or whether he needed to move to a room with a fireplace.
She only asked Sinderel to bring Holly's quilt for her to use, but she didn't confirm whether he actually used it.
Probably not. How could he, such an arrogant person, use other people's leftovers?
Opesa huddled up and kept breathing into her palms.
It was so cold that I couldn't sleep at all.
Ah...she is such an unfit mother.
Although it was cold, she didn't think about going back to her room. She just regretted not bringing an extra piece of thick clothing before coming up.
I should have brought an extra blanket. She sneezed: "Ah Qiu!"
Creak——
The tightly closed door was forcefully opened. Someone punched the door frame and frowned in frustration, "...What are you doing?"
The black fur ball in front of her trembled, obviously not expecting him to suddenly appear. She shrank back, buried her face in her cloak, and said in a muffled nasal voice: "I'm waiting for you."
Is she stupid?
Xindrel never thought that she would stay at his door in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.
He had always been a light sleeper—a habit he had developed from his days on the brink of death. He couldn't be defenseless, so he woke up when Opesa approached the bedroom.
He lay in bed with his eyes open, listening to the subtle movements outside the door. He heard her stop, sit down, and guard the door.
He thought Opesa was here to stuff something in his mouth again, so he pretended not to react and lay there for a long time. The people outside showed no intention of leaving.
He couldn't help but stand up and look at the door with a frown, wondering what Opesa was going to do.
What was she doing? She was the one who had avoided him a few days ago, and now that he had avoided her as she wished, she was here to disturb his mood.
Does she know it's cold outside?
After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't pretend anymore, so he got out of bed, opened the door, and planned to send her back to her room.
Xindrell lifted her up and said in a serious tone, "Get up and go back."
A pair of cold hands grasped his wrists, and Opesa refused stubbornly: "No."
"You want to get sick from the cold?" Sinderel said impatiently, "The day after tomorrow is the party you've been dreaming of. You don't want to miss it."
"I know." Opesa sniffed, "If you don't see me, I have no choice but to do this."
Xindrell turned his head away, blocking the crack in the door with his body, hiding the items piled under the bed: "You were the one who didn't want to see me first."
…It seemed like she had been the one to deliberately avoid him a few days ago out of fear. Opesa was speechless and stammered, "I was wrong…"
"Go back and don't make me repeat myself."
"no."
"I'll kill you if you don't go back." He coldly issued an ultimatum. "It's better to be killed than to freeze to death."
"I know you're angry, and I know this is a stupid idea." Opesa lowered her head, not daring to look into Sinderel's eyes. "But I need you."
Sindriel's fingers hanging by his side moved imperceptibly.
"I know it's too late to apologize, and I can't explain everything I did before. I can only say that I had my reasons. It depends on whether you believe me or not... Of course, I don't expect you to believe me, nor do I expect you to forgive me. If it were me, I wouldn't be so generous as to forgive you." Opesa let go of her hand, shrank into her cloak and fiddled with it for a while, then handed over the thin map.
"I'm definitely taking advantage of you. I'm certainly not a good person, but I can't take advantage of your trust and power in vain. So, I want to slowly make it up to you." As she spoke, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes. "Let's go to the bookstore together tomorrow. You can buy whatever books you want, and I'll stay with you for as long as you like."
The snowy night is starless and moonless, and it is dark.
But her eyes were bright, with twinkling stars, without any false shadows.
Sinderel was stunned.
The heart is vulnerable.
He slowly reached out and took the neatly folded map.
Opesa's face lit up with joy, her eyes curved into crescents. "It's a deal then?" Without waiting for his answer, she sprinted away, as if afraid he might regret it. "Good night!"
Standing in place, Sinderel unfolded the warmed map.
The map fell down, and before he could turn it over, Opesa came running back.
Opesha held onto the handrail, panting as she asked, "Will you go to my room and sleep?"
The other party paused, obviously shocked by this bold statement.
He took a cautious step back.
Opesa quickly explained, "There's no fireplace in your room. It's too cold tonight, and you're weak, so I'm worried you might get sick. Of course, you can keep your own blanket and we can sleep in separate beds. When I get back from the bookstore tomorrow, I'll prepare a room with a fireplace for you."
The other party just stood there, silently rejecting her.
Opesa was so sleepy and cold that she couldn't stand it any longer. Without saying anything, she went up to Sinderel and put her arm around him, pulling him downstairs. "Let's go, let's go. We have to go to the bookstore tomorrow."
Sinderel walked down the stairs stiffly, walked stiffly to Opesha's room, and then lay stiffly on the bed filled with Opesha's scent.
He lay uncomfortably on the soft bed, his back facing Opesha.
A hand reached out and tucked his blanket, making sure he was covered tightly. "Cover yourself up. Don't try to stay cool even if it's hot. The fireplace will go out in the morning."
"good evening."
Being treated like a child, Xindrel felt somewhat resistant and disgusted with himself.
He couldn't live as a man, nor could he let her see him as a man.
He could only accept the care in this way.
He has been thinking about this matter these days and can't calm down at all.
The person behind him was breathing steadily, soundly asleep, while he remained in a drowsy state, both awake and confused.
The entire bed was filled with her scent, rushing into his nose, paralyzing his nerves, tearing his body apart, and burning his sanity.
He restrained himself and unfolded the unfinished map. With the help of the flickering fire in the fireplace, he could clearly see line after line of text and circle after circle. She had really searched all the bookstores in the city.
After looking at it for a while, he slowly folded it and placed it on his chest.
What a hopeless idiot.
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