In Regards to My 2nd Trip and My 7 Husbands - Chapter 6.2
Translator: Smut Goddess YouYue
As expected, I was upset by what she said.
“No, I’ll have to ask him,” I was about to open my mouth to say, but she quickly said, “To begin with, he was supposed to be my husband!”
By her words, ‘She was his ex-girlfriend!’ I shouted inwardly.
To sum up Miliere’s words, it seems that this is what she meant.
By the way, it’s not that she’s an ex-girlfriend.
It’s a good idea to have a good time with your friends.
Because, she saw Ruiz somewhere and fell in love for the fifth time, with him… Incidentally, all four of her previous loves were fulfilled and all of them became her husbands! — and she had asked his parents to set up an arranged marriage with Ruiz.
Ruiz’s parents were also agonizing over their son’s reluctance to marry, and they nodded in agreement to the wonderful match that had fallen into their lap.
And on the day of the appointment, an hour late, “Finally, Ruiz is home! Come on, matchmaking!” The tragedy happened at that time, according to her.
Ruiz completely ignored Miliere-sama, who was dressed as beautifully as she could, and said, “Mother, I’ve met the woman of my dreams and I hope you will forgive me for marrying her!” It seems that he brought me, who looked like she was going to die.
By the way, I have almost no memory of this time. I couldn’t keep up with the sudden events of a marriage (and two people) in a different world.
Miliere-san wanted to force her way into marriage with Ruiz, but he refused to listen to her offer to marry someone else. Ruiz’s parents were troubled that their son would say such a thing.
In the end, Miliere-sama thought she had given up on Ruiz after being appeased by her own parents and her four husbands—but when they met again the other day, she knew she wanted him to be her husband! She rekindled the thought that this man is amazing.
An excited Miliere-sama said, “You must definitely bring him back next time!” And took my hand in hers.
I nodded vaguely, “A-huh,” and she smiled at me.
“As soon as Ruiz Irven himself says he wants to be my husband and not you, you’ll have to leave him at once.”
I nodded at her words. “If that’s what he wants,” I replied.
I feel a little bewildered at the thought of losing Ruiz. Is it because I still like Ruiz at least a little bit too?
Or have I come to think of Ruiz as if he were my own property, and I felt kind of bad about it. Who do I think I am?
As I held my tongue with a complicated expression, Miliere-san told me with a good-humored expression.
”If it’s a replacement, I’ll find one for you.”
I politely said no to that part of the conversation.
Now that we had finished talking about Ruiz, Miliere didn’t seem to be interested in me, but the rest of the women didn’t seem to be so sure.
When I greeted them, “Nice to meet you,” the women smiled and returned the greeting.
Then we were offered tea and snacks.
The men’s table was a little far away, so they didn’t seem to hear the women’s whispering and giggling.
For good measure, the women are talking about their husbands’ complaints and similar infatuation. They also talk nakedly about their underbelly, or rather, their nightlife, and I’ve gained some unwanted knowledge about their sexual experiences.
I didn’t think I would ever hear the words “threesomes” and “foursomes” and “xxxx (peas)” in person while I was alive. I listened to the stories with a distant look in my eyes.
One of the girls said to me, “Hey,” while I was silent.
“Hey, is Sakura-san’s hair your natural hair? You didn’t dye it?”
“Yes, it’s my natural hair.”
‘Hmmm,’ the women were staring at me.
I covertly tilted my head as I thought about the meaning of their gazes.
It’s not that black hair is rare in this world. There are people with normal black hair besides me, and there are also people with black eyes.
There are people with hair that is somewhere between black and brown among them.
I wondered. “Why?” I ask, and the very dark brown-haired woman smiles and leans in closer to me.
Her cherry-red lips are drawn up to my ear.
“Hey, honey, wouldn’t you like to meet the prince?”
‘Ou… the Prince? A prince?’
The girls giggled and let out a stealthy laugh when they were stunned by the unfamiliar words.
Their gazes turned to a man at another table, who was just tipping a glass of wine.
He noticed her gaze and met it with an unnerving smile that lifted the corners of his lips.
She waves her hand in a flutter and says proudly, “He’s my husband.”
Then, with the same lips that had boasted of her husband, she began to say something outrageous.
“The Prince, you see, loves girls with black hair. You see this hair color? I’ve been seeing the Prince for about three months now.”
“Hey. The first time I met the prince, Melissa was in such high spirits.”
A giggle and a small laugh breaks out.
Their male companions are watching the adorable women’s private conversations with smiles on their faces.
The content of the conversation is rather exaggerated, but to the men, who can’t hear what is being said, it must sound like birds chirping. It’s kind of sad.
But I wondered if it was so easy to meet the prince, I thought.
Because, if you’re not the prince of another country, you don’t get to meet him that often.
Out of my curious gaze, she smiled and touched my hair, “You have beautiful black hair too, so the prince might like it.”
If she was a man, I might have resisted being touched by her hair without permission, but she was a woman.
I couldn’t refuse the compliment, “Well, you’re beautiful.”
“So, hey, come to the ‘secret garden’ with me sometime.”
‘The Secret Garden!’
(TLNote: Sure~ I also have meteor garden~ umma have fun too XD)
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