Chapter 117: Prideful and Cruel Melissa


    I was quietly reading a book with the lights on in his room, and I quickly turned around at the sound of the door being opened.


    n


    n was standing in front of the door


    Melissa.


    He couldnt take a step from there, just calling my name over and over again. As if his heart was broken, with a wistful face that seemed to copse at any moment. He looked like he was crying even though he wasnt crying.


    I ran to the door without thinking and hugged n tightly. A cold,rge body that had been covered with the outside wind leaned to me as if he was falling.


    Come on, whats going on?


    It was a strange feeling. He was clearly not crying, but his hard back was going up and down like never before.


    It was scary to sit still andfort his back. I had a hunch that something big had happened to him.


    My anxiety and fear of what to do if I cantfort him screamed near my heart.


    n,e here.


    I was afraid n would fall down like this. So I took him to bed andid him down on myp and stroked his forehead for a long time.


    His hair, as ck and soft as ebony, smelled like a rose garden on a rainy day and the hazy leaves. n looked up at me and looked into the air somewhere before closing his eyes.


    Maybe hes organizing his thoughts. Looking at n like that, I thought that nonguage could describe how beautiful his closed eyelids were.


    There was no sound in the dim room except for his and my even breathing, but I felt it was fulfilling.


    A defenseless face with eyes closed like an angel. For this moment I was his refuge. There was not a single thing in this room that was overwhelming and insignificant. We were indeed swimming in perfect peace.


    How long has it been? As I brushed his pretty eyebrows silently with my fingertips, n suddenly said,


    I found it, Melissa.


    What?


    It was a confusing word. I stopped and asked.


    What did you find?


    After a short silence he took a deep breath and said the words.


    My parents.


    Ah.


    I had a hunch without difficulty. My wish for two of them to be alive stopped with just being a wish.


    Otherwise, he wouldnt havee back with eyes that were about to copse.


    The next was as expected. n said that his biological parents had long since Perhaps they died when he was still a child, and thats why he said he couldnt find them after more than a decade of searching.


    The cause of death was a carriage ident.


    Troy, who was left alone, seems to have traveled to several nurseries, but all of his history was still in a maze. He only miraculously found the first orphanage he had passed by, and it is said that a brief record of Troy was left there.


    Temporary protection for the lost child.


    So at least it wasnt the will of his parents to send him to the orphanage.


    But it was still full of uncertainty. Even the exact timing and circumstances of his parents death, and the fact whether they were really the ones who gave him the name Troy.


    There were countless emotions in ns eyes who was saying these words. Like stars dotting the distant universe. He seemed to be recalling a very distant memory.


    I couldnt react hastily. Should I rejoice in knowing that ns parents had not abandoned him because of something else that they wanted? Or should I be saddened by the conviction that the two of them are no longer in this world? I didnt know at all.


    But when n said his parents names were Rose and Liam, and his realst name was Flynn. And when I heard that it was Whitewood on the northern tip of Sourne.


    Rose Liam Flynn.


    I was struck by a distant shock.


    Rose Beckys of Whitewood?


    Unbelievable, but apparently they were the main characters of the novel


    * that I possessed.


    Oh my God, n.


    n stretched out his arm at me, who was muttering frantically. Then he smoothed my right cheek instead of answering.


    Of course, he always reacts calmly no matter how silly I was. But its.


    n, Ive told you that this is my second life, right?


    Yes.


    A small answer came back with a tired breath ofughter. Im sure theres another word in his head that modifies me like a wacky artist. He may be thinking, Is she trying tofort me by telling me a fairy tale? but.


    Actually, I read a book in my previous life. And the world, the ce we met Its in the novel.


    Pft.


    The dullughter dissipated. Somehow I was in a hurry and gave him a desperate look.


    How can I get him to believe this story?


    Are you trapped in a world in a book? Poor Melissa.


    No, its the truth.


    Then n reached out again and caressed my cheek. Beneath my brown hair, loosely braided over one of my shoulders, were his shining eyes. The cold eyes shone with a brighter color in the thin shadow of my body.


    Then when are you going to go back to your original world?


    ns lips curled softly. With a beautiful arc as if drawn.


    I know youre a fairy. But I dont want you to go.


    n, I told you. Im dead in my previous life. It was at that moment that I came to this ce.


    .


    So this is my world, my life. Im not going anywhere.


    n was silent. Yeah, its hard to believe. I was like that, too. Im sure hellugh if he knows what I was thinking when I first opened my eyes here. Even now, hes smiling.


    Even if its a stage thats made, everyone living in it lives for something precious with their own will. Its no different from my original world.


    .


    Im the one who doesnt even appear in this novel. But Im doing my best more than ever, Im living my life to the fullest. Theres never been a moment in my life when I didnt mean it.


    Melissa.


    My n. My noble and transparent love with hazy eyes. What expression would you make if I told you that I came here to meet you?


    I love all the stories you tell.


    Did I look like I was going to cry? His cool fingertips caressed the corners of my eyes gently.


    It wasforting like a novel.


    You know, I mean.


    You being with me It just doesnt seem real.


    <em>Even now,</em> n whispered in his mouth.


    I looked endlessly at the petal-like lips, forgetting to answer. Just hoping hell kiss me right now.


    At that moment, n, who rose up, slowly ovepped his lips. The tip of his tongue was so sweet that I felt numb. My heart raced like I was about to die, and there was nothing I could do but hug him.


    If I dont block my chest with his chest, my poor heart will pierce the skin and run away.


    * * *


    The novel is called


    .


    We were lying side by side. I was lying on my back, turning my head towards him, and n was lying on his back with his arms on my waist.


    Rose and Liams child with eyes like the morning stars answered.


    Thats a great title.


    You know, the Sourne Kingdom is the background.


    Florine?


    He was smiling faintly.


    No, Whitewood, a small forest town in the North.


    Then n stroked my t stomach and whispered.


    Prejudice and Pride. Just like us.


    Right? Thats what I thought!


    I turned to face n, excitedly. The light chemise made a rustling sound.


    Ive never appeared before, but dont you think this title would have suited us well if we were the main characters? The story of n Leopold, the arrogant noble, and Melissa Collins, full of prejudice against him!


    The other way around, Melissa.


    He said, pulling me closer.


    Dont you know how prideful you are?


    Pride? Me?


    You make my life feel like nothing, so easily.


    I narrowed my brows in shock. Ive been hesitating all along because I was afraid that I would take it that way.


    Is it because I said this is a fictional world?


    Even if its in a novel, theres no real world for me other than here. Its been a long time since my past life became dark.


    Would it have been better to say that this ce was real from the beginning and that I dont know if the past life was my dream?


    nsnguid low-pitched voice tapped in my ear as I was thinking about it.


    I get nervous whenever I think of you. It makes me vicious and powerless at the same time. Only you make me feel that.


    .


    Prideful and cruel Melissa.


    I swallowed my breath as he gently touched my forehead. ns voice sounded like a beautiful melody.


    What a stupid prejudice I thought you were a small, fragile raindrop.


    .


    You were the sea and I got lost in it. But.


    His lips whispered from a distance as if they could be reached at any moment.


    I think it would be good to sink in like this.


    n


    As soon as I called his name with a trembling breath, his long eyshes fell silent. Like a butterfly pping its wings. My heart just felt numb.


    Suddenly, this feeling passed by. I dont think any sentence Im going to make will touch him more than the words he told me today.


    I gently raised my head and kissed him slowly on his cool, wless cheek, and looked at him with a dream-like look. After a difficult day, Rose and Liams child returned to my arms.


    Rose Beckys. So, your mother, whoter bes Rose Flynn, is the main character in


    . The novel ends before the two get married...


    But outside of that story, after oveing so many hardships and adversity, the two eventually became a family.


    Perhaps because I vaguely thought that they would be alive somewhere, I couldnt help but feel sour at the sudden truth. But that Rose gave birth to such a pretty you.


    Youre the fruit of two people I loved.


    You werent like Gods birthday present to Melissa Collins. You are a gift from Roses tears and love. Maybe Im just here to meet you, n.


    The thought made me tear up, so I kissed him on the cheek again and continued.


    Whitewoods Rose was such a lovely girl that.


    Until n sleeps, or even after he sleeps, to tell the beautiful story all night long.


    ***


    T/rant: the revtion of the original novel was just not the way I expected (__) but this is a light romance novel, so I couldnt expect much dramatic way to get a revtion and more than that, it seems n just epted her words..idk like since your lover is saying those words so you just epted.


    But,


    If the reason why Melissa transmigrated to this world was to just tell n about his parents then I want have a separate meeting with transmigration God, if readers are getting transmigrated to other world even for this reason then even I want to get transmigrated, I am 100% confident in taking care of a male lead who is suffering from the world and narrate him about his parents who are no longer in this world.


    Im tired of this Earth that is slowly getting destroyed by pollution.


    On a side note, pls do not waste electricity, pls do not contribute to spreading pollution.


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