About Your Pride and My Prejudice

Chapter 100: The Queen of Flowers

What?

The womans high-pitched voice shook the fancy parlour.

Does that make sense? Are you not mistaken?

Im not mistaken. Even this time, in that detached house He spent the night.

Monica chewed her red lips painfully.

Huh.

Her mind went blank. Even if something went wrong, it was clear that it was definitely wrong. Monica had come to the conclusion that she had absolutely nothing to care about that womans relationship with Alan. Even watching her felt like a waste of time, and she even gave up after a few days.

Alan Leopold never even paid attention to herself and the beautiful ladies because of his unique taste. These were the remarks of the prince and he had nailed this fact. That remark once turned her eyes. A sudden impatience arose because Bentley arrogantly said that men understand men well.

Monica knew Alan for a long time but didnt know much about him. She must have been one of the most intimate observers of him but Alan rarely showed his inner self even to her.

As a result, she knew neither Alans heart nor his thoughts, but instead of expressing her feelings to him, Monica let the world mistake the two for the most intimate of them all. Because that was her only pride and rest.

But in fact, there was someone who knew that she didnt understand Alans heart.

That snake-like prince.

Yes, after all, it was all due to her impatience.

The prince hinted that there was a woman in Alans mansion, and Monica had to pay the price of being informed. And finally, the information turned out to be true.

She wasnt happy that that nights humiliation wasnt in vain. If the prince was wrong, she would be happy to go back to the night when she wanted to rip out that memory.

Monica has never been to the mansion since Alans fierce warning brought her luggage out. It was because she didnt want to be hated by the man she loves anymore.

So Monica went straight to the mansion after a really long visit and asked about the woman Alan had, and the maids told her that she was an unknown artist and was staying in a detached house under Alans sponsorship.

Sponsorship. Monica, laughing, ordered the maid to bring her right away, and then fell into thought.

Its true that Alan has been doing charitable work in many ways, but has he ever offered to provide shelter to individuals in this way? Of course that has never happened.

A woman who writes is pretty interesting.

At that, this woman writes. It was ridiculous to sponsor such nonsense.

Whats even stranger is that Alan didnt tell any of the servants the name of Melissa Collins. She didnt know why hes trying to hide that woman so secretly, but the fact that Alan Leopold, no one else, went so far, scratched her nerves furiously.

The woman who shamelessly lives in Alans house. The absurd excuse of sponsorship has added to the question of whether shes Alans secret lover. He wouldnt think of marrying that woman who has neither family nor status.

At least, the possibility of him doing skinship..

Alan, who she knew, was tired of people as well as women. Work always came first for him.

But, as the prince said, she didnt know anything about the mens world, and in reply, she had nothing to say. To hide a woman in his house in a faraway land where his fathers eyes could not reach.

And Monica ended up chasing Melissa Collins, who appeared before her, in a rather gloomy way.

She actually didnt have to use such a rough method, but she wanted to annoy the woman who was standing beside Alan. She couldnt find any signs of concern, but she couldnt get rid of her anger.

Monica, somehow not relieved, observed her ever since. It was during Alans absence from the mansion.

But there was nothing special about her. Since he did not seem to have talked about her or the family at all, the relationship could not have been deep and true.

She felt some hellish anxiety that Alan might have fallen in love unknowingly because he was so angry about her. But it was all a wet blanket.

(T/N: she didnt had to worry about something that wasnt a problem)

Monica concluded that way. It was a strange thing indeed, but it must have been that Alan had a new hobby of literature. Originally, getting interested in something happens quite often and trivial. All the more so if its a light one.

But what happened in the meantime Does that mean that the two spent the night, and twice, at that?

She had secretly kissed him when he was asleep as a child, but even in those innocent days she had never slept with Alan.

Monica was angry at first, then denied, and now she was trying to get to the bottom of it.

Marcela Riemann.

I beg your pardon?

That woman did him dirty, thats why hes out of the railroad matter. Theres a red light on the business now.

Monica murmured while biting her thin red nails.

Is it because he felt weak because of the shock? Thats why he couldnt reject her clinging to him.

.

Yes, that must be the case. He must have been really surprised. Because Baby is more faint-hearted than you think. Thats right.

The maid was just staring at Monica, who was muttering wildly. Then Monica got up.

I have to go. The moment has finally come when he really needs my affection.

Miss Monica.

Monica raised her eyes irritably as the maid called in a small voice. Red lashes on sapphire-colored eyes stood high as if they were piercing the sky.

Well, Abel.

Abel Maurice?

Yes, its been a while since he showed up at the mansion.

Why are you asking me that?

Indeed, none of those who served the Leopolds did not know what had happened to them long ago. She should just save her breath. However, the young maid had a good feeling for Abel, so she took courage to know how he was doing.

I I asked the novelist lady in the detached house, but she said she didnt know why, so.

I hate to hear about that annoying woman.

Arent you aware of Abels news? Where he lives.

Though she thought that the maid who asked her about Abel Maurice this much was rude but Monica suddenly lost in thought.

Abel Maurice was a tutor who taught Monica language and history. Monica personally picked him out of the candidates for a tutor called in by the family. He was the only one who was not an adult yet and he was a man.

As time passed, Monica noticed that although she was still a girl, she felt like he was in love with her.

It was similar to the story of a poor adventurer who first encountered the existence of a fairy, a flower of God in myths and legends, and was completely fascinated by its beauty, but different in feeling.

Surprisingly, it is obviously.

Abel, too, seemed confused to feel the same way for a noble lady. After all, he was a boy too, and it was evident that he was struggling to shake it off.

But Monica thought it was pretty funny. The fact that a big man is scared because of her alone. So she decided not to throw him out.

And her incident with Abel Maurice was also the trigger for her to learn that she could freeze any man she could if she wanted to.

Since she was a little girl, she had already boasted a mysterious and seductive beauty, and as the years went by, it bloomed like a bright red rose.

On the streets of the Principality, there were many men flirting with young beauties under the guise of praise for art, and it was natural for them to hang themselves on Monica Elwood, the Queen of Flowers. [1]

The free and open Lunoa society, and her father who gave Monica a huge amount of support and neglect. Under the circumstances, she was free to jump over the fence by deceiving her nanny and servants.

And finally, when her curiosity and longing for sex reached its peak, she used her naive tutor.

The relationship that began like that lasted quite a long time. Even after she had a lot of lovers, she occasionally looked for him. Once in a while when he was about to be completely forgotten from her memory.

Their relationship was one-sided from the start, and Monica never gave Abel Maurice a word. She went to him when she was just miserable about things that didnt go her way. Then Abel hugged her earnestly as if she were about to die.

It was not a bad comfort. Abel Maurice was unhappier than herself, anytime, anywhere, under any circumstances. Overcoming his depression and tears, Monica felt alive, laughing at the desperate and blind affection he gave as if he was obliged to give.

Then one day, it was a while ago. Very rarely, she asked Abel about his life. Naturally, the reason she asked the question was to pursue boredom, not to make Able feel differently.

Then he confessed. Alans calling in and out of his mansion. Even the fact that the woman living in the detached house and he was hired to help complete the novel.

Monica flared up. She would have used him if she had known it beforehand. She wouldnt have been able to go to that woman herself and waste her time, or hear such scary things from Alan.

Regardless of her refusal to allow Abel to tell his story, she was just annoyed. She went wild in the street. As if she would never see him again, she slapped Abel and told him to get rid of everything right away.

Soon after, Monica heard from a maid who served Alan that Abel Maurice was not appearing at the mansion.

The gloomy man, who must be blaming himself and despairing, didnt matter to Monica

But when she heard that Alan Leopold has become weaker than ever and has allowed himself to be with a frivolous woman twice, she thought that now is her chance to win Alans heart.

Can you go out and get a carriage ready?

A very good idea came to mind.

Huh? Where.

To find Abel.

Oh! Are you trying to confirm his safety?

Something like that?

Monica pulled up her red lips smoothly and smiled. Well, Im not lying because Ill be able to check on him.

In fact, she was only trying to use him as bait to have Alan perfectly, but this was obviously a mercy for Abel Maurice, as the man was living to be of any use to her.

Im trying to help Abel a little bit.

Im going to finally grant his wish, which he was desperate for because he couldnt give his life to me.

[1] the literal translation was The flower of among flowers but I rephrased in such a way that the meaning didnt change since the OGtranslation seems to be a bit bland

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