I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

Chapter 23: We Became Sex Friends (2)

Chapter 23: We Became Sex Friends (2)

[Again, rejected. Isnt it too thoughtless to push forward like this? Just looking at the expression, it seems like something bad happened to him, and at 230 years old, shouldnt you be able to read the mood]

Ah, damn, stop nagging. I knew what I was doing.

[Knowing and still doing it is even worse. When will you, as an elf, ever grow up? How can you lead a Red Revolution like this?]

At Ifrits words, Elfrida ground her teeth.

A hunter must always understand the state of their prey.

Ian looking upset?

Of course, she knew that.

Was she not trying to just let it pass?

Seeing his face, today isnt the day Hmm?

However, the faint but ominous scent clinging to Ian

Elfrida just couldnt ignore it.

That redhead doesnt even understand the deep intentions of a high elf like me.

Indeed, the Spirit King does not understand the heart of an elf.

Ah, enough. Dont you smell something?

Elfrida sniffed the hand she had held with Ian, prompting Ifrit to speak.

[What smell are you talking about? A chicken coop]

Say that, and youre really dead, got it?

Elfrida said with such sincerity that even Ifrit stepped back.

[Just kidding. Did you wipe your nose?]

Stop joking around when Im serious! Ah, really, what is it? It feels familiar but also not

[I dont know much, but if you feel it there must be something. You are]

I am?

Ifrit wanted to say animal but held back, knowing Elfrida would explode.

[a genius spirit magician.]

Hmph, I know. That I am a super-genius-cute-high-elf girl. Ah but really, what is this smell?

[.]

Ifrit sighed, watching Elfrida tilt her head so much that her twin tails swayed.

Estelle lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I want to die.

Whenever she felt this way, Estelle would write posts in the gallery to vent, but today, she didnt even have the strength for that.

Drip- Drop

Disgusting, go away.

Never come back again.

The words and actions she directed toward Ian replayed endlessly in her mind.

She didnt want it to be like this.

Ian spilling coffee on her legs was an unintentional mistake, not something done with malice.

It was a mistake that anyone else would have laughed off and moved on from.

But Ian had knelt down to a disgusting cripple like her and wiped away the coffee.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

It felt like being treated like a princess by a prince

So happy and delighted, she feared Ian might hear her heart racing

But it scared her more than anything.

Mustdo it!.. Estelleyou mustdo it! You must! Nowyou must!!!

Squeeze

Drip- Drop

A long stream of blood trickled from between Estelles lips.

Iruined everything

The short time she had spent alone with Ian in the library

After her parents passed away, it was the first time her heart had felt this peaceful and joyful.

Every action, word, and gaze from Ian was warm.

She understood all too well why Ian had to be the co-protagonist.

To the point where she deluded herself into thinking that maybe she could open her heart to him a little.

But

This was the only way she could do it.

Disgusting. Go away.

Knowing that Ian would hate her

Otherwise, I wouldnt have mistakenly spilled coffee on Estelle or touched her leg.

[Time Remaining: 36 minutes 24 seconds]

I nodded as I looked at the time left until the end of my celibacy vow.

Just enough time for a bath.

I planned to take a careful bath, release my pent-up urges with a photo of Yuris, clear my mind, and then make amends with Estelle next week.

(122.39): Then go ask your childhood friend again LOL.

ChildhoodFriendAssault: OK, I'm heading out now.

The moment Evelyn read the comment, she rose from her bed.

She had resolved to remain just friends for a while, but

Recalling the recent depth of contemplation in Ians eyes, she couldnt hold back any longer.

Click

As she opened the door, her nanny appeared.

Nanny.

Yes, Miss Evelyn.

Please prepare the carriage. I have a place to go.

Upon hearing this, a smile spread across the nannys face.

Understood. Ill tell the coachman you are heading to Mr. Ians house.

What? I didnt say I was going to see Ian.

Oh, isnt it?

Well, it is, but

Hehe I wonder how long Ian will trouble Miss Evelyn. Do you think it will be possible this year?

I dont know. That damn Ahem. Ian is so dense, I just have to keep trying.

Be strong, Miss. Im betting on your success this year.

Betting? On what?

Oh my! Ill go prepare the carriage. Please come down in five minutes.

Evelyn sighed as she watched the nanny laughing and running off.

Ah! But dont forget about contraception! His Lordship is waiting.

Ah! Nanny!

In the past, she would have screamed that it wasnt like that and blushed, but it was no longer that stage.

Even the household staff knew about her feelings, but that damn Ian was the only one oblivious.

Really, why doesnt that bastard get it?

Having boarded the carriage, Evelyn pressed her temples, deep in thought.

In truth, she hadnt confessed her feelings, but hadnt she done everything else?

Her once self-conscious wide forehead had always been exposed since Ian said it was pretty

Every Valentines Day, she gave him handmade chocolates without fail

Whenever she bought new underwear, she showed it to him under the pretext of muscle pain, asking for a massage here and there

She had even learned to cook well because he said his ideal type was a woman who could cook

During a birthday trip to the hot springs, they had even bathed together

And although Ian didnt remember they had even had sex.

But he doesnt know?

Was there not a limit to being oblivious?

Really, what more does he expect me to do this dense idiot.

If Ian had half the sense of an average person, by now, hed be Ian Marigold.

Surely he isnt pretending not to know because he dislikes me No, that cant be right

Thud Thud

Miss Evelyn, we have arrived. Do you think hell be waiting today?

No. You can go back first.

Understood. Ill inform His Lordship that youll spend the night at Mr. Ians residence.

Yes. Thank you.

As it stood, even her parents acknowledged her relationship with Ian.

Her mother had even openly inquired when she would bear an heir.

Sigh. Alright, I give up on waiting for a confession. Instead, lets settle this today.

Knock Knock

Evelyn Marigold.

Today, she stood in front of the door, not as Ians 15-year-long childhood friend

But as a woman who had come to meet the man she loves.