Chapter 41

“Pfft.”

After putting down the dessert, a woman looks at my clean dishes leaving a trace of uneaten food and lets out a scoff, so small it can only be heard in my ears.

Eyes locked. Seemingly pleased as punch, her curved eyes filled with mockery.

Oh ho, try it then, huh? Before she left, I quickly dropped the smallest spoon on the floor.

The marble and iron clashed against each other, making quite a noise. Of course, the eyes of everyone in the restaurant were focused on me.

“Oh, sorry. Slip of the hand?”

“Will pick it up?”

I apologized flippantly, sweeping my eyes. The maid was confused by my sudden behavior. This seems like there’s nothing you can do about it.

“Of course. Miss, don’t take it personally.”

If it had been Penelope, would she have thrown the spoon at this maid’s head and kicked it away to stand up herself?

No, I dare assert.

I know from the butler’s lips that she would have been at the duke’s dinner on time. That is to say, no one would pay any attention to her except at that hour.

The family gathered for a simple conversation that excluded me. This seat was barely able to be squeezed in despite the feelings of alienation and misery it endured.

But if one did such a scandalous thing on the grounds that the cutlery was not to one’s liking, then the duke would no longer pay attention to one’s self. Penelope was well aware of this. Therefore, she desperately held back her hunger and anger. Because if she couldn’t even participate in this position, she would never meet her family.

But I wasn’t.

I looked at the maid with an expression on my face that seemed to make people panic.

And then. Bam!

“Geez! Sorry. It slipped off again.” A second small spoon dropped in front of the waitress who had just picked up my dropped spoon.

The original attractive eyes turned to me once again. The Duke seems to be very dissatisfied.

Not sure why he did that.

“Sorry. The pudding is fluffy and always drops the spoon.” I replied with a shrug.

Derrick’s icy blue eyes made me freeze. Leonard was no different.

“That’s okay, miss.” The maid picked up the second spoon that had fallen to the side without displeasure.

“Well, have a good day…”

But the moment she rose to salute.

Dang, dang, dang.

I dropped the last spoon on the floor.

“Penelope Eckhardt.”

The Duke and Derek’s voices cooled instantly.

“Huh? What are you doing?”

Leonard smiled grimly and Derrick frowned angrily at me. The white letters above the little ones’ heads started flashing.

Alas, I noisily dragged my chair out of my seat.

“Unfortunately, there are no spoons left for dessert.”

“Sit down.”

“If you’re finished, I’d like to go back to my room.”

Anger grew on the Duke’s face.

“No manners, what’s this, at the long overdue lunch table.”

“I’m so hungry, Dad.”

I hooted with laughter. Hearing my words come to life, the Duke and the leading men’s eyes moved.

“……? ”

“I can’t use cutlery as well as a three year old, so I can’t eat a single bite of this food.”

I’m so like a child, the maid of honor stood in front of me with a grimace on her face.

The food that hadn’t even been touched hadn’t cooled down.

If I continue like this, I’ll be called a bully and bullied for eating coarse food to fill my stomach below.

“Waitress?” I smiled innocently and asked the maid for permission.

“Ah, miss.”

Her face turned ashen for a moment. Just now, that justified mockery of everyone was laughable.

The dining room exuded an eerie silence. Small toy cutlery and handmade, white plates that hadn’t even been stained with seasoning wouldn’t have done that on purpose if they weren’t happy with the location.

Even if I don’t look now to see where everyone’s eyes are focused, it’s clear to me.

I said, “I’m going to go up there now and I’ll take the sandwich with my hand.”

“…………”

“Have a good day, Dad, brothers.”

No one held me back this time. I opened the closed door and walked out of the restaurant with a sudden empty smile.

It’s better to say use to someone than to just drink poison.

Wouldn’t that be ridiculous? There is no more wicked wicked girl who has won you over, so you are helpless.

But I cannot laugh at Penelope, only I cannot laugh at him. She sat there all the time enduring her hunger, but she endured it.

I went straight to my room, took out the book I had read on the shelf, and sat down at my desk.

Said I was going to take a sandwich back to my room and eat it, dang it, and left the dining room, but wasn’t actually that hungry.

In contrast, frankly, it might have made a difference in the guys’ favor.

But nothing changed the last time I watched it.

Not being able to read the expressions of my enemies in order to take care of the Duke and the boys was very disturbing to me.

“It’s not going to lose favor because it was rude to pick up a spoon and throw it out.”

I thought that, but quickly calmed my insides.

“Stay away from me, there’s no other way.”

I don’t know if it’s too comfortable, but it doesn’t matter how much it changes when it’s the heroine’s heroes anyway.

“As long as it doesn’t plummet to the point of death.”

I worriedly buried my head in my book. But it was hard to concentrate.

Hearing a knock on the door, someone identified themselves.

“Miss, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

Since it was Emily, I easily allowed her in and out. Opening the door to her room, she picked up her plate and carefully walked inside.

“Are you reading?”

“What’s that?”

Glancing around, she set the plate down and opened the lid. Neatly placed were steaming condiments, steaks, and sandwiches.

I immediately looked sad. This was because the steak plate was carrying on exactly the same as the race at the dinner party.

“The Duke instructed it to be redone for you, miss.”

Possibly hearing the whole story, Emily gave me a quiet look and smiled again.

“Also, this is what the housekeeper made sure to bring for the young lady.”

That would be the little brown bottle, the digestive.

“Okay. I don’t want it, take it away.”

I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate that I don’t have to accumulate food without eating. Hearing me say take it back, Emily cried out.

“I heard you wanted a sandwich. Are you hungry? Hurry up and eat, miss.”

“Never mind. I had it earlier.”

“You haven’t had a decent meal all day today. So even a little…”

“Not just today, all the time.”

I snapped, putting down my book as I spoke, annoyance rising in my mind.

“Did you give me Chinese food worthy of an authentic nobleman’s meal?”

“Ah, Miss.”

Emily looked at the cold me, not knowing what to say.

I knew it was a blind outburst. Emily had done enough for me within her power. And it wasn’t like she had a beef with the diet because of a plate or two and dessert.

But the position I was in. No, such a situation and context was tiresome.

“Take that out and look at it. I don’t want to see you again.”

Emily eventually sulked and took the plate away again. I myself felt that I had gone too far with her, but didn’t feel sorry for her.

From the moment I walked out of the restaurant, I controlled the feelings that welled up and picked up the book again. But it didn’t take long before it was like throwing it on the table.

“Boring.”

I suddenly got up from the desk and went to the bed and leaned back.

One could see the luxurious and quaint ceiling. But can’t even get enough to eat, just like packaged beggars as ridiculous.

Why …… do we have to go through such a thing?

Really can not understand, I muttered a few words.

If the person playing the game is not me, may like this room, the room is so luxuriously decorated.

But I don’t have much interest in that. Because the place I lived in my old home was very luxurious and spacious, no less.

But ironically, living in a gorgeous room I still just worried about the next day’s meal.

After graduation, isolation at school was at its peak. Standing in line all the time, eating the latest meal was basic, and intentionally bumping shoulders so that your plate would spill was basic.

Coming home hungry all day didn’t allow you to eat right away, and the family was amicable except for me.

“What’s that guy’s ego?”

Now that I think about it, the idea of successfully escaping was stupid. Since I can eat rice, I must eat my fill before sticking around.

Unlike Penelope, where there are maids of honor, no one cooks for me. It’s because Auntie gets off work after washing the dishes.

Holding back my hungry stomach, I quietly went to the kitchen only when they all finished eating and went into their respective rooms.

Soaking rice in cold soup or stirring leftovers into cold soup in a large copper pot and wolfing it down. However, there were more times when you couldn’t even take a bite than when you could eat at all.

Mixing vinegar, sugar, salt, things, sometimes unknown things, into the leftover soup or chowder tasted horrible.

That’s the second bad thing the pups do.

Like beggars you are. So why do you sneak food like a little pup?

The guy occasionally hid and looked at me like that, snorted out a laugh and started sneering at me.

So until I escaped from the damn place, I suffered from nutritional disorders and chronic gastritis.