Something Beautiful

Chapter - 11

Lisa's heart slipped when she saw the landlord's shiny carriage and her gallant horse was still tied up near the front door.

The Mingyu coachman opened the door and lowered the stairs, but when Lisa tried to follow Minyu out of the carriage, the man reached out and carried her. "I'm sure I can walk" Lisa protested.

Mingyu's lazy and seductive smile gave Lisa a gasp, and the man said, "It would be a shame if a man of such standing was saved by a girl, even though the girl was wearing a harness. So for the sake of my wounded pride, you must allow me to be gentleman now."

"Alright," Lisa agreed while slightly chuckling. "Who am I to dare destroy the dignity of a high-ranking noble like you?"

Mingyu barely heard Lisa's words as her eyes were watching the bush-filled courtyard surrounding the house, loose shutters hanging slanted on the sills, indicating that the house was in dire need of repairs. This was not a simple cottage as he had expected, instead of an old, creepy, abandoned place, whose residents clearly seemed to have no money to take care of. Moving Lisa's body weight to her left hand and foot, Mingyu raised her right hand to knock on the door, and saw that the paint had already peeled off.

When no one answered, Lisa ventured to say, "It seems you have to knock even harder. You see Boo was a bit deaf, even though he was too haughty to admit it."

"Who," asked Mingyu, knocking on the thick door even harder, "That's boo?"

"Our butler's head. When Papa died, I was forced to lay off the servants, but Boo and his wife were too old and could not find work anywhere else. They didn't know where to go, so they stayed here and agreed to keep working for me in exchange for shelter and food. His wife also cooks and helps clean the house."

"It's weird" Mingyu muttered loudly, waiting for the door to open.

Under the light of the lights hanging above the door, Lisa's petite face held her gaze up while laughing in confusion. "What's so weird?"

"Imagine a deaf butler."

"Then you must have felt his wife was even stranger."

"Why?"

"She's myopic" Lisa replied as she was. "Even just last week she thought the wall was a door and hit it straight away."

Mingyu was surprised to find himself wanting to laugh. Trying to keep Lisa's feelings in check, she said, "Deaf, myopic... Ah really.. very unusual.'

"Yes, right," Lisa said, almost sounding proud. "At any rate, I don't like the mediocre." smiling wittyly, he quoted, "Conventional behavior is the refuge of a stodgy mind."

Mingyu raised a hand then knocked on the door as hard as possible so that Lisa could hear the rumbling of her voice blaring into the house, but Mingyu's bewildered gaze was directed at her laughing face. "Who said it?" mingyu asked confusedly.

"Me," I'm Lisa with courage. "I made up that sentence."

"Well, you're really a bad boy" Mingyu said with a big smile, and before realizing what he was doing, he began to land a kiss of affection, like a parent to a child, on Lisa's forehead. He felt the girl's pulse speed up when the door was suddenly opened by the white-haired Boo, who swaggered toward Mingyu and said, "No need to bang on the door like you want to wake the dead, sir! No one in this house is deaf!"

Stunned by being snapped like that by a butler and, moreover, the butler whose uniform color was faded and worn, was worn out, Mingyu opened her mouth to warn the servant who seemed to be truly worthy of scolding that would be her position, she said, but the old man had just realized that it was Lisa who was in Mingyu's arms and her jaw seemed slightly injured. "What have you done to Miss Lisa?!" sue the maid while hissing furiously, then stretched out her trembling hand, seemingly wanting to pull Lisa from Mingyu's embrace.

Boo glares. "From now I have heard, too" he protested angrily, then turned his back to do as he was told. "A dead man can hear your voice." The man grumbled as he walked away.

The expressions of the faces looking down at them in the sitting room were much worse than Lisa had expected. His mother jumped while screaming in shock. The stocky landlord and his more stocky wife leaned forward in their seats, attentively, and suspiciously staring at Lisa's shirt, which opened almost to the chest.

"What's going on?" Mrs Bruschweiler asked. "Lisa, your face, my God, what happened?"

"Your daughter saved my life, Mrs Bruschweiler, but in that event, her face was injured. I dare to guarantee the wound is not as severe as it looks."

"Please put me down" urged Lisa, as her mother seemed to have fainted. When Mingyu complied, he decided, though late, to introduce the nobleman and thus overcome this chaos. "Mama," he said in a calm and reassuring tone of voice, "This is Kim Mingyu from Kim Group, the high nobility of Hawthrone." Although her mother gasped, Lisa continued in a polite tone of voice and what she was, "I met her when she and her chariot driver were robbed and I, I shot one of them." turning to Mingyu, he said, "Youe Grace, meet my mother, Mrs Bruschweiler."

Silent silence. Mrs Bruschweiler seemed to have suddenly gone dumb and the landlord and his wife kept gawking. Panting to see the silence in the room, Lisa turned her head in relief as Uncle Monty limped into the room, staggered slightly, his teary eyes bore witness that the man was secretly spending time drinking the forbidden beer. "Uncle Monty," said Lisa rather desperately, "I brought guests home. This is Kim Mingyu."

Uncle Monty leaned against his ivory-handled stick and blinked twice, trying to focus his gaze on the faces of their guests. "For God's sake!" he shouted in surprise. "This is Kim, for God's sake! It's really him." Too late to be polite, he bowed clumsily and spoke with gusto and kindness, "I'm Bruschweiler, Your Grace, at your service."

Lisa who was careless at the awkward atmosphere that accompanied the silence and not because she had a dilapidated house, an old servant, or a relative who was acting strangely, smiled broadly at Mingyu, then tilted his head towards Boo's wife who was limping into the room while carrying a tray containing tea. Not caring about the fact that she might have violated manners by introducing the servant of a noble to a servant, she sweetly said, "And this is Boo's wife, and she is, that takes care of everything Boo can't do. Boo, this is Mr. Kim from Hawthrone."

Boo rebuked from his activities putting a tray of tea on the table and squinted his myopic eyes past his shoulders towards Uncle Monty. "How are you," she said to the wrong man and Lisa saw Mingyu's lips twitch, desperately trying to hold back her laughter.

"Will you stay for a little tea?" he asked Mingyu, watching the man's eyes glitter.

The man smiled, but he shook his head without looking regretful. "I can't, son, my journey is still long and before I start my journey again, I must return to the inn to meet the authorities. They'll ask for an explanation of the riots that happened tonight." Nodding his farewell greetings to his audience, Mingyu looked down at the plain face that was rebuking towards him. "Will you take me out?" bring him.

Lisa nodded and led the way towards the front door, ignoring the voices of the people in the sitting room behind them, where the landlord and his wife spoke in a shrill voice, "What he meant by 'back to the inn' Surely, Mrs Bruschweiler, she couldn't have meant Lisa to be there together,"

In the hallway, Mingyu paused for a moment and looked down to see Lisa with her warm gray eyes, which made Lisa's entire body feel hot. And when the man raised his hand and placed it gently on his injured jaw, Lisa's heartbeat seemed to jump down the throat. "Where do you want to travel?" tanyanya, trying to delay the departure of the man.

"To Rosemeade."

"What's that?"

"Little stat belongs to my grandmother in the countryside. He preferred to spend most of his time there because he felt the house was comfortable."

"Oh," Lisa said, finding it hard to speak or breathe as the tip of the man's fingers now gently shifted to her cheeks, and the man looked at her in a way that he thought was a bit disrespectful.

"I won't forget you, little girl," said the man, his voice low and raucous as he lowered his head and landed his warm lips on Lisa's forehead. "Don't let anyone change you. Just be who you are now."

When the man was gone, Lisa became fixated, reminiscing about the kiss that seemed to be on her forehead. It did not occur to him at all that he had just become entangled in the spell of a man who could automatically use his voice and smile to charm and melt women's hearts. He is in no way experienced in dealing with an accomplished seducer.