The Werewolf Young Master's CaretakerCh09 - Being Loved is also Being Taken Care of (3)

Translator: Ama
Editor: reizora

“Eh….” iDo9 U

I can’t understand the meaning of his word, so I stared at Yuria.

I completely forget about my gentle manner. This is a place where it is considered more convenient if I don’t have a family register after all.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Can I squeeze you? What does it mean? Can I strangle you? Is that what it really means? Did I poke the snake out from the bush?

“….I-if you do it gently.” xHNqCI

Before, I told him I ask for anything, so I can’t refuse him now. After thinking about it, I think my death isn’t unavoidable.

….After all, higher reward always came with greater risk.

“Come on…. S-squeeze me.”

I close my eyes while gripping the hem of my clothes tightly.

“Okay….”

Yuria stands up, seeming to reach me.

Should I shallow my saliva? Ah, but if I shallow it now, I’m going to choke….

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In an instant, I was hesitantly hugged. swa9MV

….Let?

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Then, a big hand rubs my back. Gently, as if wanting to make sure of something. As if he really cherishes me.

“Hn….”

Chrysanthemum Garden.

My heart fluttered wildly. I panicked and tried to push Yuria’s chest.

“I miss it. When I was a kid, my mother always held me… like this.” 6Ibz 8

Instantly, I clenched my hand against his chest. My reaction was too vulgar.

“….Then it should be the other way around.”

“Eh?”

I exhaled through my nose and looked up at Yuria. WzZg0L

“You don’t want to squeeze, but you want to be squeezed, right?”

I put my hand on his back.

Come to think of it, Hal said, he wants me to love him.

….I wonder how long this guy has been like this? In an old mansion, surrounded by lots of maids… Perhaps feeling hopelessly lonely. 9lzWvc

I stroke back his big back. He trembled for a moment and gradually put strength into his arms to hug me back.

“I’m sorry. I behaved like a kid.”

“I’m a caretaker. I feel much more comfortable doing what I can for you than being well treated. That’s why act like a spoiled child as much as you like. ”

Yuria almost cries. He buried his face in my neck to hide it. wSNHQq

I, at least, had my brothers and sisters. My work was hard, I had no money; I was hungry, and every day I was feeling discontent. But I wasn’t alone.

“Thank you, Ban-san.”

“Nah, I really don’t mind it.”

I wonder how lonely you are until you end up acting like a spoiled child to someone you have only met for less than a day? I have no idea. 0DgFpI

“….Right. I think I have a job for you.”

“What?”

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

“Please help me take care of the roses in this garden.”

“Tending the roses? That’s surprising. It seems like there’s enough manpower to handle the gardening.” JB8HyE

“There are many gardeners. But I’m the only one who takes care of the roses.”

“Really? You are doing this all by yourself?”

I look over the roses in the garden again. I remember ever hearing that it was very difficult to grow roses. Maintaining this space alone would be a lot of work.

“Yes. After all, this place is also my important secret base.” APn9B3

“Secret base?”

“Hehe. Actually, this place is a treasure trove of junk I’ve accumulated since I was a child. I also dug an underground passage so that I could sneak in any time from one of the room in the mansion.”

“For real!?”

“Pretty cool, right? I reinforced it so it won’t collapse. Well, I’m bigger now, so I can’t get through it anymore.” 6O2XVc

While saying that, Yuria smiles a little proudly.

The secret base he showed later to me was a masterpiece, and the underground passage was still intact. And the treasure that Yuria cherished were a cane made by dried branches, and shiny mud ball. I suddenly thought that aristocratic children were truly just like us.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter too! Please don’t forget to take care your health! ( ^ ♡ ^ )/ 1ePWGF