The second chapter is called "I don't have a house or a car, why do I want to get married?!

Here's how Kokuliko looks at it:

"Ah, there are things today, and there are other things tomorrow. On top of that, it's been a busy week, and I have a little time at the end of the month, but I've booked it out in advance. Otherwise, look at next month, thanks, Kokuliko. Be obedient alone, don't run around. That's it, I hung up. ”

After that, the man didn't wait for me to reply, and hung up the steam communicator with a "snap". This man who once said how much he liked me, how much he was infatuated with my body, who once gently held me in his arms and cared for me, now just said to me clearly: "I **** days are enough." Other than that, he wouldn't even make excuses. Perfunctory to this extent.

If it weren't for my special status, if it weren't for the fact that he was afraid that I would make a rash move and ruin his wedding to that noble woman, then by now, he must have clearly told me about breaking up, right?

No, no, it's not a breakup. Because it's just a one-sided way to get rid of the baggage. And our relationship does not use such a noble and equivalent word as "breakup". I'm just his slave, his **** processing machine, and his dolls. When you get tired of playing, you just throw it away, and you don't feel any psychological burden, you don't feel guilty at all, and you don't feel that you have done anything wrong at all - because, from the first time I interacted, that person, the man who used to speak righteously as if he were a prince, as if he was a knight, was positioned for me like this.

Haven't I done enough? Sometimes I feel like I'm like those animals, like those animals were to the former director of the circus. I flattered him to that extent. I was like a slave, like a dog, and no matter what she demanded, no matter what he did to my body, I accepted it all without complaint. But, even so, even so, he didn't look at me again.

From the very beginning, he saw me like that. So, my result was predestined.

But I still don't get it.

Why, exactly? Why, why on earth does he hate me so much? Even if by chance, on the road or after a Chanel encounter, without a few words to me, he would flee as fast as he could as fast as he could from the plague. And every time his gaze inadvertently swept over me, he would have a trash-like and extremely hurtful gaze.

Am I not good enough?

Am I not good enough for him?

Am I not gentle enough?

Am I not pretty enough?

I don't like him enough?

What other disadvantages do I have?

……

I couldn't find the reason, I couldn't find it at all, it was like it suddenly appeared in front of me, and then inexplicably fell in love with me. He's just as inexplicably annoying me now.

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do?! What am I going to do?! What would I do without Wright? How am I going to live? How can I make ends meet without him? Am I going to go back to my old life? Lying on the ground like before, eating the little food that cats can't feed like a wild animal, wearing old clothes that have been dug out of the garbage can, and sleeping in a big tent with the animal cage?!

When I think about it, I almost collapse. No, no, no, no, no, no—absolutely not! I don't want to go back to the miserable life I used to have! Absolutely not!

So, what am I going to do?

If I kneel down and beg him, will he forgive me?

What if I go and lick his boots?

Or no matter how filthy or disgusting, I am willing, as long as he can forgive me-!!!!!!ahh

Kokuliko, a slave girl from a circus in Vietnam, is in a state of physical and mental breakdown.

……

The following is transferred back to Wright. Baldwin's perspective:

I turned off the steam communicator. Is...... Later, when I saw that guy's number, I deliberately didn't connect it...... Well, but if you don't connect, it's not the same thing that the communicator is always calling. You should find the best of both worlds. It's a pity that I'm not too proficient in mechanics, so I can't do it myself. Otherwise, I'll just change this to a specific number that won't be accepted.

While I was thinking about these things, Kulishnu, who was in front of me with the neckline of a wedding dress and looking in the mirror, turned to me and asked, "Wright, was that the voice of the communicator just now?" Who's calling? ”

"It's Maria, about the Norman War Department. They seemed to have heard about our marriage, so they came over to bless them. "I'm talking nonsense.

"That's right."

Because he had spoken short and quietly, Kulishnu didn't hear what I was saying. After listening to my explanation, he replied, "That's right." "I didn't think much about it after that. Then he pulled the wedding dress, put it in front of me, and asked me, "Wright, how is this one?" ”

"Yes, it's perfect for you...... Well, but the edges are a little cumbersome, and the lace seems to be too much, do you want to try something else? I said to her.

"Well, I'll just listen to you." Kulishnu then turned around and went to merry again to choose clothes. From this you can see that my ingenuity comes from - neither good nor bad. Instead, he said good and bad, and took the initiative to ask Kulishnu to change. A good man like me is really unparalleled in the world, hahahaha......

That's pretty much it, Kulishnu and I are getting ready for our wedding. The plan now is to have a wedding while in Paris. After that, I went back to Moscow and held it again.

Weddings in Moscow will be counted. There are three main things that are inappropriate about a wedding in Paris at this moment. One of them was the father of Courichnu, the Duke of Brummel, who was anxious not to return to Paris. It is said that the diplomatic situation on the American side has changed, so it is not in time for the wedding between us. The other two issues are the location of the wedding and the issue of the vehicle. I was alone in Paris, living at the Brummel residence, without a house or a car, and although I had money, I couldn't buy a suitable villa for a new house in a hurry. It's a bit of a tricky thing to do.