45 – What is wheat sugar? Is it something sweet made from wheat? – 3
A week has passed since then. Hestia’s words were true. Cordelia is completely obstinate. Watching her shake when called by name, it was a hasty decision to think that sooner or later her mouth would open. It’s been over a week already and she didn’t think to open her mouth. She was at a loss for what to do every time I called her name and made a burdensome noise, but she clenched her teeth and kept her mouth shut.
She wondered why she couldn’t just talk while actually revealing everything with her facial expressions and gestures, but Cordelia didn’t seem to care about that at all. Anyway, she seems to think she just needs to keep her mouth shut.
“Cordelia, are you ignoring me today? You are really too.”
One day, I didn’t put anything like sheep on the back, just called him by his first name and tried using short words. Cordelia, for some reason, she, on the contrary, had a disappointed look on her face. What, didn’t she like the way she spoke? She wasn’t very responsive, so she decided to just use the honorific again. Still, not adding a sheep to the back worked well. Since then, she’s just calling her name and saying honorifics without any honorifics. As a result of testing several combinations, this one was the most popular.
Cordelia again twisted her body as if at a loss for what to do, but did not open her mouth. She has been repeating this process for over a week now, and now she even thinks that Cordelia is enjoying herself half as well. If he’s going to ignore it, he’ll ignore it thoroughly, or he’ll show a quick response every time I talk to him. Aren’t you still twisting her body?
When she was little, she had a doll in the house that spoke when its belly was pressed. I liked the doll quite a bit. It wasn’t because I was cute, I liked the fact that he reacted whenever I did something. I used to press the doll’s belly hard until I got tired of it.
Cordelia now looks like that doll. Even the reactions are very different.
“Aren’t you enjoying something?”
“What are you talking about?”
Hestia narrowed her eyes. She, too, was worried about Cordelia at first, but after a week of maintaining her awkward attitude like that, she just stopped paying attention to her. As if she was rather disapproving, she sometimes threw a crooked eye.
I avoided her sharp gaze. In fact, it hit her right in the middle, and her conscience hurt. As she said, I was enjoying myself a little. After confirming that Cordelia didn’t really dislike me, she approached it with the mindset of attacking the game. What you say gets a good response, and what you say doesn’t. It was a lot of fun to find out about this.
In Hestia’s eyes, it must have looked a little noble.
“If you are jealous,”
“……”
“I can’t. Well, I am. Are you worried about Cordelia?”
As soon as the word envy was spoken, Hestia’s expression turned very cold. I thought the temperature around me had dropped by several degrees. Even after I picked up the words roughly, Hestia still didn’t like her expression.
Cordelia started to notice Hestia at the same time. As she slipped away from her seat, she was grabbed by Hestia on the back of her back. Where is the biggest cause of this situation trying to run away?
“Miss Cordelia, where are you going? You should be here.”
Cordelia didn’t say anything and sat back down. She glanced at me as if she was asking for help, then shook her head and closed her eyes, as if belatedly remembering that she had to ignore me. How can you treat her seriously?
Hestia looked at Cordelia as if she was dumbfounded, then she resumed her interrogation of me.
“Name.”
“What is your name?”
“Miss Cordelia, you call me by name now.”
She had a pouty expression on her face. Maybe she didn’t like the fact that I called Cordelia by her first name.
“Uh, how come? And now we’ve become friends.”
Hestia’s expression upon hearing my words remained pouty. She obviously did nothing wrong, but she feels guilty. As she met her gaze, an excuse leaked out. Hestia heard my excuses and she sighed and let out her snort.
“You two seem to be getting along better now than before.”
Cordelia trembled. I’m not very discerning, but I can definitely tell that this is jealousy. Hestia is now jealous of me and Cordelia. It was creepy, but it made me happy. She’s a bit of a crap idea, but being jealous doesn’t mean she has feelings for me. Rather, I think it would have been more shocking if I had said, “Don’t pay any attention to it and solve it on your own.”
“Isn’t it? You’re always by my side these days. You seem more interested in Cordelia than me.”
By the way, the wrath she had right before my eyes was terrifying. Of course, I was proud of my feelings, but it was Hestia who judged them, not me.
Hestia was smiling as usual, but she didn’t seem to be laughing at all. Compared to when Seol-ah clung to me in the past, she was better when she was openly angry. She openly expressed her anger back then, but maybe it’s because she’s her best friend now, or maybe it’s because she’s compressed her cold rage with her emotions in real life.
Hestia came out with her arms crossed and looked down at Cordelia. Hestia is obviously the shortest of the three, but I feel like she’s pinning us down from above.
“Why are you both silent?”
“No, really, I didn’t do it with any special intention….”
Despite my desperate excuses, she didn’t untie her arms, as if she didn’t feel much better. Cordelia is completely contemplative, and she is restless.
Hestia glanced at Cordelia as if she didn’t like her, and then she let out a deep sigh.
“No. Just after. It’s nothing.”
She looked pretty distraught.
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Hestia was contemplating what to call this stuffy feeling that had recently tightened her chest. The cause was clear. She is over there because of Mikhail, who, without noticing her, clings to Cordelia, her own best friend, and incessantly whispers embarrassing words to her.
It was a fact that Hestia knew, of course, that Mikhail never meant it. Of course, it was because Mikhail shared all of his plans with Hestia. Nevertheless, it was hard for Hestia to see Mikhail sticking with Cordelia.
Looking at Mikhail, who speaks to Cordelia the words he used to say only to himself, and Cordelia, who blushes in delight and is ashamed, a dark and soggy emotion springs up naturally.
Hestia herself may not know it, but her closed heart was steadily opening towards Mikhail. Of course, the resentment toward him hadn’t completely disappeared. It was unreasonable to resolve all the emotions accumulated over 10 years within a month. However, that month was enough time to make Hestia, a flower-like youth, feel a fluttering feeling for her Mikhail.
The holding hands that happened a while ago was an example. Mikhail didn’t know it, but it was a pretty difficult attempt for Hestia. Despite her Mikhail’s constant compliments and displays of affection, she was still afraid of being rejected by him. It was an act that required considerable courage on her part to reach out to her and ask for her skinship.
Nevertheless, Hestia’s biggest feeling for Mikhail was not love, but possessiveness and monopoly. Of course, it wasn’t that they didn’t have affection, but it was a feeling at the level of riding the so-called ‘something’. However, possessiveness and possessiveness are different. Hestia’s sudden change of attitude towards Hestia, who endured ignoring her for more than 10 years with pleasant memories of the first meeting, was enough to make her feel various emotions.
Craving her fiancé’s attention, she wanted to monopolize the feeling completely rather than return it as it was. It is because the thought that she may be abandoned again remains in her head. That’s how she got her possessive desire that Mikhail would never abandon her again, her exclusive desire that he would only pay attention to herself.
To put it simply, Hestia just hasn’t realized her true nature yet, and she’s a troublesome woman with severe jealousy and obsession. And she was on the verge of realizing her true nature through her own best friend.
“Aren’t you having fun?”
Hestia was surprised at the cool anticipation she felt from her words, even though she clearly said them herself. Surely I knew that these were empty words Mikhail was trying to improve her relationship with Cordelia, and that they weren’t sincere at all, but they shouldn’t be sincere, but her mouth was already out of her own control.
In response to her own question, Mikhail uttered the word jealous of her, and her entire body froze for a moment. Jealous? Who is she jealous of? Cordelia, my dearest friend? A childhood friend she’s been seeing for nearly 10 years already? It can’t be. Hestia herself believes in Mikhail and Cordelia. Between trusting each other, there should be no gap for the feeling of jealousy to arise.
Hestia saw Cordelia’s expression. Over her hardened face, she saw the b*tch-like face from before, embarrassed by Mikhail’s praise.
What? b*tch?
Hestia for a moment denied that she had ever come up with such a vulgar word. Cordelia is her own friend. She shouldn’t use words like b*tches to her friends, even if she’s mean.
In the midst of this, Cordelia tried to slip away from her seat. Hestia felt her passion rise in the moment. Who is the cause of this situation and is she trying to get out of it by herself? Hestia calmly summoned Cordelia and stopped her.
Cordelia sat back in her seat, looking like a horse being led to her slaughterhouse. Then she shamelessly cast a helping look at Mikhail. Hestia laughed involuntarily.
No matter how hard they tried to stay still, their attitude was too questionable. I don’t know Mikhail because I gave up 100 steps, but Cordelia’s attitude was very suspicious.
Yes, this is no doubt. It’s just a fact check. Hestia resumed her interrogation of Mikhail with the mindset that if she asked 100 people, 120 would answer that she was oblivious. Perhaps the reason she didn’t ask Cordelia directly was because she was afraid that her suspicions might turn out to be true.
The first thing to do is to call Cordelia by name. Hestia thought to herself that calling her by her inner name was a title that was only allowed for herself. Of course, Mikhail didn’t put a lot of meaning into the title, but that wasn’t Hestia’s business. What matters is that what she believed to be the only thing she had been taken away by Cordelia. Hestia was more obsessed with trivial things than I thought.
Hestia felt sick to her stomach as she looked at Mikhail, who was vaguely evasive about her question, saying, “It’s just because we’re close now.” Hestia decided to press a little harder.
“Isn’t it? You’re always by my side these days. You seem more interested in Cordelia than me.”
They didn’t say anything. Like people who really did something wrong, he kept his mouth shut and avoided his gaze. In Cordelia in particular, her restlessness was visible to her. Hestia suddenly felt that she was stupid for being so angry.
“No. Just after. It’s nothing.”
She still didn’t want to admit that her feelings for this squeezing her own breast were jealousy.
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