I Am the Tutor of Count's Daughter

On the day I had a bad dream, when Elin hugged me, my heart was definitely calmed.

‘It’s not bad to be an idiot,’ Amber was thinking. In particular, Elin was a good person to eat with. No matter how precocious Amber was, she was a child.she hated eating alone in a large restaurant.

Except when her father, the Duke, was present, Amber often ate alone. The Duchess overslept in the morning, stayed in her room for lunch, and roamed the party in the evening.

My father was wondering how many times Grandpa had to call before eating. The former tutors were tired of Amber’s venom and chose to eat alone in the room.

But Elin was different. From the beginning until now, she ate with Amber.

Now I have decided to admit that I have a spirit like an iron tendon that can’t resist even my own savagery.

Elin, who is naturally bright, always chatters like a lark, but it was because she liked storybooks that she really liked her words.

So when she relaxed a bit, Amber came to her senses and fell in love with what Elin was saying.

Don’t lose your mind today. Amber entered the restaurant with a stern determination.

The two sat down. Normally, the maid would have served the food right away, but today the butler came in for some reason.

“The Count will come .”

so suddenly?

Without any advance notice?

Elin, as well as Amber, got up from the chair behind them in bewilderment.

Since Elin came to this house, the Count has never eaten at the restaurant.

According to Lisa, the Count had his legs After being injured and in a wheelchair, he lived a semi-hermitage life without leaving his room and office.

Wheelchair wheels were heard rolling, and soon Kerner entered the dining room. Oh my God.

Elin looked at Kerner’s face and covered her mouth with her hand.I thought I was going to make a stupid expression with my mouth open.

It was only today that I found out who caused Amber’s crazy beauty. Amber took her father’s face out and nailed it.

With fine-grained platinum hair, straight, thick eyebrows and the slowly moving eyelids below it

Grass, long eyelashes with dreamy purple eyes, a nose that stretches out as if sculpted and shaved, dark wine-colored lips, and a jawline that looks hard like a man.

It had a face like a carved statue. How could a man with a face like that really exist in the world?

She couldn’t take her eyes off his face, where she couldn’t find even a single crack. It was almost out of breath.

Perhaps because he was alone in the room, his face was emaciated, and his skin was pale enough to show blood vessels, and there was a gloomy energy.

Is that so? He is not like the people of this world exuded a mysterious beauty. This man was a fairy. more