Into The Rose Garden

Vol. 2 Chapter 4,1 - I should

“You look very tired today. Aren’t you overexerting yourself?”

“I just had a restless night’s sleep yesterday, that’s all.”

Klopp replied nonchalantly to his lover’s concern. It wasn’t a lie. It’s not a big deal to lose a night’s sleep during this busy period. However, the sensitive Omega didn’t seem to feel that way.

Rayfiel continued to observe his complexion, so Klopp emphasized once again, “I’m really okay.” Then Rayfiel turned his gaze forward. Without saying a word, he lightly grasped the cuff of Klopp’s sleeve with his hand. Finding the gesture adorable, Klopp smirked and pretended to look elsewhere, turning his wrist backward and firmly clasping Rayfiel’s soft hand.

“Um, if other people see us…”

His startled voice came from behind, but he acted as if he didn’t hear it.

“That way.”

They headed towards a high-end restaurant across the street. It wasn’t crowded with people, but there were still quite a few glances mixed with smiles directed at the passionate lovers walking hand in hand in broad daylight.

Times were slowly changing, but publicly holding hands in places like this was frowned upon by many adults, especially among the aristocracy. However, increasingly rebellious young people were delighted in displaying public affection. Today, Klopp was putting that into practice. Without even looking, he knew Rayfiel’s face must be flushed. He was definitely feeling unsure about the prying eyes around them, but Klopp didn’t let go of his hand.

“We’re walking too fast. Let’s slow down a bit.”

“I have something to talk about once we get there.”

As they walked a little faster, Klopp tightened his grip on that warm hand. He wasn’t just feeling excited or thrilled. Lately, he had been plagued by guilt for not being faithful to Rayfiel, and he didn’t like that he let his mind wander when he had such a wonderful person by his side. After the nightmare he had last night, Klopp came to the conclusion that marrying Rayfiel quickly and satisfying his desires was the best path to take. The steps of the Alpha holding the hand of a beautiful Omega and rushing into a high-end restaurant were determined and resolute.

They entered the restaurant, gave his name to the manager, and reached their reserved table. As requested, the table was slightly secluded, positioned in a corner. Adorned with partitions and indoor plants, it exuded a cozy atmosphere, separated from the surroundings. It was perfect for carrying out his plans.

“It’s a quiet and beautiful place.”

“The food is good too.”

Soon, the appetizers and wine were served. As they leisurely enjoyed their course, they asked about each other’s well-being during the time they had been apart. Rayfiel, who couldn’t handle alcohol well, had a flushed peach-colored face after a single glass of wine and continued to smile until his eyes. The adorableness of it all was alleviating Klopp’s fatigue.

The relaxed Omega also emitted a sweet scent. It seemed like he was nearing his heat. Unlike the cold but burning resistance of someone’s rebellious wall, Rayfiel’s slightly trembling, azure eyes appeared incredibly affectionate.

Warm breath escaped through lips that had turned red from the matured fruit juice, stimulating the instincts of the Alpha in him. Klopp wanted to taste those lips right away, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the courage to publicly engage in a kiss. Not because his Alpha instincts weren’t enough, but because he didn’t want to be scorned by Rayfiel’s father. He could still hold himself back for now. Klopp crossed his legs and covered his thigh with a napkin. Then he gently touched Rayfiel’s hand, resting on the table. The blond Omega’s eyes smiled once again.

At this rate, he might die here.

Klopp crossed his other leg and began diverting the topic.

“Has anything special happened lately?”

“As you know, I’ve been practicing cooking. And recently, while ironing, I accidentally burned and ruined some clothes. I’m still having a bit of trouble with controlling its temperature.”

Rayfiel started speaking in a somewhat fussing manner, and Klopp listened to his story. Soon the main course arrived and they debated about its reputation and value for the price. Being with Rayfiel put his mind at ease. There wasn’t much excitement as he was at ease, but after all, marriage was surely about stability.

After taking a bite of the tender meat, rich with succulent juices, Rayfiel spoke.

“Did I talk too much about myself? How about you, Sir Klopp?”

“It’s always the same for me. I meet clients, dismantle their nonsensical delusions one by one, kick them in the butt, and guide them onto the right path. Plus, I have to deal with endless paperwork.”

“That sounds very interesting. So, is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”

“No, that’s completely unrelated to work.”

Honestly, he could only remember the dream right after waking up, so he didn’t feel like bringing up a dream that he couldn’t remember properly afterward. Even if he was going to be his future wife, there were things that didn’t need to be disclosed, no matter how honest one had to be. Dreams will end as dreams, and he had no intention to let them interfere with reality.

Honestly, he didn’t even remember the dream he had earlier this morning. The only things he could recall were blonde hair, blue eyes, and the fact that the other person was an extremely stubborn Omega.

It was probably Rayfiel. Compared to his appearance in the dream, Rayfiel seemed slightly less mature in reality, but he was still growing and would undoubtedly become a mature beauty within a year. It was proven enough with how his center had been causing him problems from earlier. Klopp casually smiled and sipped his wine.

“I want to know about Sir Klopp’s daily life too. We’ll have many things to discuss in the future, and while I diligently explain my work, Sir Klopp doesn’t explain anything. It’s not fair.”

It seemed like Rayfiel noticed Klopp’s attempt to change the topic and made a disappointed murmuring sound, which was incredibly cute. Eventually, Klopp surrendered.

“It would be boring to you.”

“If it’s about Sir Klopp’s work, anything would be interesting to me.”

“If you insist.”

Looking into those sparkling, gem-like blue eyes, Klopp began to recount his experiences with his clients, dealing with nobles, and anything else he thought might be interesting. Rayfiel was enthralled. Nodding his head, occasionally looking surprised, and even applauding, Klopp started to share more and more. His latest headache, the Count, inevitably became the topic of conversation.

With the Count’s brilliant mind in boundless artistic and humanities knowledge, despite being completely clueless when it came to financial sense, he made foolish choices and crossed the line. Klopp complained that the Count was tormenting him to death. At this, Rayfiel widened his eyes in disbelief.

“The Count Teiwind did that?”

“Yeah, that Count. He really gives me a headache. There’s not a single thing that goes smoothly. As his financial manager, I try to give him polite advice, but he doesn’t listen and just arrogantly argues about every little thing.”

“I can’t believe it, I thought he was very polite and considerate.”

“If he’s polite and considerate, then I’m the epitome of etiquette.”

When Klopp grumbled irritably, Rayfiel laughed and said, “You sounded like a young child picking your friend’s faults.” Rayfiel chucked.

“Let’s stop talking about that annoying guy.”

“Annoying guy? I’ve never seen anyone refer to the Count in such a way.”

“You’ll be hearing it often from now on.”

Klopp said it with a grimace, and Rayfiel responded with a bigger laugh. He seemed to think that it was a joke. If Klopp took that seriously, it would have made him look narrow-minded, and he didn’t want that.

“Well, if he’s such an annoying person, there’s nothing I can do. I received an invitation from the Count, so I’ll either go alone or go with my younger sibling.”

“An invitation? Could it be a soirée?”

“Oh, I suppose you know about it. Yes, he’s having a concert in the Rose Garden this time. I heard that a maestro I admire is coming, so I really want to go. I was originally planning to ask Sir Klopp to go with me, but…”

Even without hearing where he cut off, Klopp could tell. But that wasn’t the issue. Klopp was curious about how Rayfiel received an invitation from the Count. After Klopp went to warn Aelock, the guest list had been cut in half. In response to Klopp’s question, Rayfiel gave an unexpected answer.

“I’m his relative. You could say we’re distant cousins. We’re not that close, so we didn’t interact much, but recently the Count has been sending me invitations regularly.”

“A relative?”

Klopp asked in disbelief, and the blonde Omega nodded with a selfless smile.

“Yes, don’t you think I resemble the Count?”

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