被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

The disturbance of divestiture has spread around from those in the commercial guild.

I decided to let her stay in this new home because she would be turned into the seed of rumors that she was at the reception at the Orlando Chamber of Commerce.

I was prepared to be blamed for the sudden break-up of my engagement, but there was no major opposition.

Instead, when she might be able to bond with Viscount Tarini, her mother gave Emilia more than Dahlia. Until now, my mother thought she was close to Darya, so I was surprised inside.

My brother was just out purchasing to a neighboring country, so I never got the opposition. Most of the time, when he comes back, he thinks he'll be scolded by boulders.

After my marriage to Darya, I was going to take some time off.

but also the cost of Emilia's move, etc. after it took the form of giving her compensation for breaking her engagement. For that reason, he was looking at documents at the workplace in an attempt to take on the job as early as possible.

Until now, I have left the summary of the purchase value to Darya, but from now on, that can't be the case.

Besides, it's not such a hassle to calculate, so you can ask Emilia. That way we can be at work together. That's what I thought, I called her in my room.

"I would like to ask for aggregates for this table. 'Cause I'm just gonna add it from the top."

"... I'm sorry, Mr. Tobias. I'm slow in calculating and I'm not good at this..."

I gave up leaving myself to her to say it with a badly troubled face.

"Well, could you write a label for your raincoat?

"Um, me, poor writing... I don't think I can spell it as beautifully as a sample"

It was Darya who wrote the sample label.

A polite letter just a little up the right. Maybe it's a beautiful letter for sure.

The letters Emilia writes are somewhat habitual. I guess I don't like being compared.

"I'm waiting in that room so I don't disturb you because it's difficult for me to understand the work of a magic conductor..."

"Okay. Then you can make it for dinner."

"Dinner? Isn't cooking hiring people or going out for dinner?

Emilia turned her brown eyes round and listened back.

A few days after we started living together, the tea was brewed many times, but I never had dinner cooked. I always went to some store to eat.

Even though he was a concubine, he's the one who takes him to the Viscount House, so maybe this is the normal feeling after marriage. I'll have to talk to my mother and ask her for housework help. Tobias thought so, dropping Emilia off leaving the room and putting together the paperwork.

When I was working blurry while making a dryer for the magic conductor, I noticed that there was less polish for finishing.

"Darya......"

I looked back and said, stunned.

Tobias was unconsciously calling Darya's name.

I've been engaged for two years, and the last year we've been working together.

It was natural to be there, maybe it felt that way at some point.

A bitter, deep sigh spilled.

I heard a reluctant knock when I tried to get my mind back on it and keep working.

"Sorry to interrupt your work... Um, Mr. Tobias, didn't you see the amber brooch at the luggage guy?

"No, I haven't seen it..."

"I think it was in the closet."

"Sorry, I don't know who's in the closet"

I have a closet I bought in a hurry for Emilia, but Tobias never looked at the contents.

"Did you get lost when you moved...?

"Is that Darya's closet?

"It's a very cheap one, and I'm the one who put it in Mr. Darya's furniture incorrectly. They told me to live with them, so I was happy, and I let them in right away... so never mind"

When she said that, she dropped her shoulders and left the office.

Darya's closet had arrived at the house a few days before her engagement was broken.

I suppose I accidentally carried Emilia as she wore it the day I let her in the house.

I just have to get to Darya and talk to her.

Tobias took his second deep sigh today.

On the same evening, Tobias was coming before the green tower.

I touched it trying to open the gate as before, but it doesn't move at all as if I reject myself.

I rang the bell beside the gate twice, and after a while, Dahlia finally came out.

"Mr. Orlando, what can I do for you?

They don't call me Tobias anymore.

Beyond the gate, "Mr. Orlando," there is Dahlia who calls to other manners.

After the engagement was broken, she changed everything.

The dark brown hair is red semi-long, and the face that was no makeup is glossy and well colored.

The grey clothes, which were loosely larger, had turned into well-sized, tailored white shirts and black long skirts.

Most importantly, the glasses on the black frame disappeared and nothing prevented the nagging.

Looking at Dahlia as if she was the opposite of what she had been before, she is unsettled.

And I'm terribly sorry that I'm losing sight of myself from her.

"Darya, don't you have Emilia's brooch?

"What?"

"Were there any amber brooches in the closet?

Darya narrowed his jade (emerald) eyes like a cat and looked at herself.

"I didn't bring you a brooch. I only brought the furniture back with me."

"So you think Brooch is Emilia's mistake?

"Right. If it's in the closet and the dresser, I left it in that house. If you think it's a lie, make sure you have a notary in your commercial guild. The notary is Mr. Dominic."

"Did you set up a notary for this?

Setting up a notary takes a cool amount of money, even in a short time.

It seemed to Tobias that Dahlia was too close to being prepared.

"Mr. Marcella said so. There are many couples who can furnish and luggage when they break up."

That's what she said, as if she saw through her thoughts.

Sure, it was too much, too sudden to break an engagement.

If Marcella recommended it, I guess it's something I can't help.

"Anything else?

"No, that's it all, Darya"

"Mr. Orlando, please stop calling my name away. From now on, call me Rossetti. Because I don't want your new fiancée to misunderstand you or anyone around you."

"... ok"

Finally, Darya tries to get back to the tower.

but somehow stopped on the way there.

Looking back, a dark shadow appeared only once in the eyes of the emerald that found this one.

"I remember. The used bed will be a wedding celebration."

When she says so with a terrible smile, she returns to the tower without looking back.

Tobias couldn't speak on that back any more.

Emilia Tarini.

What she was mindful of was a room in a collective housing (apartment) for workers.

I think I lived with my mother and I lived very normally while playing with the kids around me and helping out with the house.

However, since I was a little girl, my mother repeatedly told me, "If you were true, you were noble."

I've never met my father, but I say he's a Viscount.

I heard that I was not allowed to fall in love with my mother, who is a civilian, and that she was broken up.

My mother always looked important and had a pendant with a crest that my father gave me.

Young Emilia didn't know what nobility was like, and if she had a kind mother, that would have been great.

When I turned 10, my mother begged me to go to elementary school instead of working in shops and staff.

"Emilia, don't be like me. You have to find someone who will make you happy. That's why I want you to go to college."

My mother could not be with my noble father.

So you want yourself, a husband who makes you happy, I thought so.

Emilia wasn't very good at studying, but she worked hard to finally get into school.

And then I went into college, and I found out.

I wonder what a brilliant, eye-catching, special treatment that nobility is.

Important clothes worn when I was special were less than the usual clothes worn by aristocrats and wealthy merchant girls.

At school, he was completely different from himself: a luxurious carriage pick-up and drop-off, a nobleman with a knight to escort, a merchant but also a squire.

Dinner party at the tea party, stories about the villa, trendy shops, everything was just for listening.

Although equal within the College, the canteens and gardens were naturally divided between the aristocrats and the rich, and the ordinary common people.

I can't even get close if I want to. Having them was like a different world.

Thinking about it, I may have finally recognized my situation at this time.

Unfortunately, those studying weren't very interesting. All the subjects were pretty good and I finally followed them.

In the end, I decided not to go to higher school because my mother got sick.

I worked helping a nearby store while worrying about the progression of my mother's illness.

There were a lot of gentle people around, but the water stained my rough hands in the dishwash, and I can't finish cleaning. Some customers made nasty jokes. Delivery was tough on a bad day.

When my mother died in a little over a year, I cried just to cry, but I also gave up.

Because it was still hard to see my mother suffering from the disease.

I asked the neighborhood to help me and had a small funeral. I was only expecting a little, but my father didn't come.

Maybe he's already where my mother is, it seemed that way.

It was my mother's illness, and the accumulation that my father gave me was also trying to bottom it off.

For a living, the Orlando Chamber of Commerce introduced me when I was looking for a job that I could do from morning to evening. The job guarantor made me the store owner where I work.

At that Orlando Chamber of Commerce, I met a man named Tobias.

Soft looking brown hair with a calm, tidy face.

Lips that always made just a little bit of a laugh shape in the almond-colored eyes that seem tender.

The man, who got picked up, worked as a magic conductor while belonging to the Orlando Chamber of Commerce.

Greeting returned polite greetings.

When I brought up the consultation, he always gave me serious advice, even though I was on the hire side, and I never got a glance from the top.

Like other men, there was no joke without goods to make fun of or anything light-hearted to talk about right away.

Tobias was always nice and courteous to himself.

Though not noble, if I could marry him, I'm sure this man would make his wife happy, it seemed so.

Tobias says he has a fiancée of the same magician.

I was interested in how beautiful and nice they were, but when I first saw Darya, honestly, I was disappointed.

I wonder why such a plain man is his fiancée, it seemed so.

He seemed to be doing a lot of help against Tobias, but he looked more like an assistant or a secretary than a fiancé or a lover.

The same was true of Tobias. There was no atmosphere that made me feel love or love for her.

And all I found out was that a woman named Darya was the daughter of Tobias' master.

Perhaps it was decided in relation to the job of a magic conductor. I felt terribly sorry for Tobias.

Still, I couldn't do anything about it.

Just enough to follow Tobias with his eyes and occasionally have lunch with him on the grounds of consultation.

Nothing more could be done.

On the day I heard that I would shortly be filing my marriage notice, a sudden visitor entered Tobias at noon and had dinner with me at the store.

That's when I had my first drink and I don't remember exactly what I told you.

However, Tobias showed me his new home for future reference when I talked about never seeing a big house like the one my family would live in.

I was very excited until I saw it, and I was very impressed with the size of the house and the facilities of all sorts of magic tools.

But the moment I said, 'I want to live in a house like this,' I realized.

He said he wanted to live with Tobias, not live in a house like this.

I liked Tobias.

I wanted to be protected and made happy by a man like Tobias.

On the spot, he confessed sobbing, 'I know about Mr. Darya, and I still like her,' he said.

I blush every time I remember, but Tobias told me on the spot, 'I'm breaking up with Dahlia, so let's get married and live in this house'. And I stayed home and had an amazing night.

How lucky I am.

I can make Tobias happy in this house all the time, it seemed that way.

Happy, I put clothes in the larger closet and a cosmetic pouch in the beautiful dresser.

A pendant with the Viscount Tarini family crest, the father's figure, was also placed in the dresser.

If Dahlia came to this house, would her father's name protect her? There was also such a pale prayer.

I heard that Tobias and Darya's betrothal had been broken up without any further ado.

Then soon, I started living with him.

Every day at the new house was fun and Tobias was so sweet.

But when he went to dinner with Tobias, he turned to the woman in the terrace seat of the store and called him "Darya" as a matter of course.

I didn't understand why Tobias figured out Darya. And I didn't want to.

Because I didn't know who the woman was.

When I found out it was Dahlia sitting in the chair, I was terribly surprised.

The plain hair was dyed red, and the clothes that were bobbles were like expensive, hitting on the style before. I lost my wild glasses, my face was wearing good adult makeup, and I was like someone else.

Darya, more beautiful, more gorgeous than before.

Maybe Tobias will go to her again - when he thought so, his body was moving.

"I'm sorry! I hurt you. I've always wanted to apologize..."

Words are half serious, half lies.

I'm more jealous than that, although I'd like to apologize.

And as much as that, I'm afraid they'll take Tobias.

"It's not Emilia's fault! I'm sorry."

So I was badly relieved by his voice covering me up.

Apologizing for letting you break your engagement, she just said it was over and didn't change one complexion.

She was dumped by Tobias and should have lost her happy home, but she didn't even get sick of it.

The man who showed up afterwards was like a prince in a story.

I've never seen such a beautiful man before in my life.

Long, tight body with glossy dark hair and white magnetic skin.

Sort of a beautiful curvy eyebrow, under long eyelashes, golden eyes that can only be taken.

The man with beauty at the time of the painting smiled gracefully with his thin lips.

And he took Dahlia's hand, as if to be a royal princess, and went out of the store.

I should have dined with Tobias afterwards, but I can't remember the menu or the flavor as if.

Volfredo Scalfalotto.

That man who is a Knights of the Royal Castle and names the famous Earl of Water family.

I don't know how to get in touch with him and Darya.

But I wonder why a woman like Dalya is with that guy, why she seems so important, it seemed so repeated.

Since that day, just a little, Tobias's mouth count has decreased.

A good uncertain anxiety began to strike me like a wave from time to time.

At work, I didn't like being compared to Dahlia, even when asked to aggregate tables and label for raincoats.

I was afraid Tobias would discourage me if I couldn't do better than her.

I've only used small kitchens for cooking, and I'm not used to the big kitchen in this house.

Besides, you should hire people to cook or go out and eat. If you're a wealthy Tobias, there's nothing like that.

Still, Tobias was speaking the name of Dahlia when he went to the workshop to try to recommend tea, not to worry about the short conversation.

He called the name of a woman who could never have been there, as a matter of course.

I couldn't wait.

If I noticed, 'I was putting an amber brooch in Darya's closet', that's what I lied about.

That way Tobias wondered if he would tell me to go check out the new brooch or make me uncomfortable with Darya.

But when Tobias went to ask Darya, he left.

When I came back, I looked terribly tired and told myself to look again because it seemed like a mistake.

I felt that my eyes weren't looking at me, and my anxiety increased even more.

I feel kind of faded even though I thought I was finally blessed with luck.

Emilia had no idea why that was.