Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 930

"I think you should say something now."

Briny's reminder was a soft whisper. She wore a simple nightgown, and Jenkins was acutely aware of what lay beneath it. Bathed in the faint moonlight from behind, she looked like a goddess.

He was beginning to wonder if he was trapped in another time loop. It was the only way to explain this surreal Sunday night.

"Wait... why does this sort of thing always happen on a Sunday night?"

The first time in the wardrobe, the rendezvous in a dream, and now this—all on a Sunday night.

"Getting lost in your thoughts right now is a little rude, don't you think?"

The blonde girl asked, her hands clasped behind her back.

The windows were shut tight against the foul weather outside. With the winter heating still on, the bedroom was comfortably warm. The air, thick with the scent of flowers and another, more indefinable fragrance, was enough to make one drowsy.

Jenkins asked cautiously as he stepped out of the wardrobe. Briny didn't block his path, moving aside to let both the man and his cat pass.

She avoided his gaze. Hathaway had asked him the very same question.

Jenkins admitted it freely.

"Do you like Hathaway?"

Jenkins found himself unable to answer, then realized his silence was an answer in itself.

"Jenkins, do you understand how I feel about you?"

"If you will marry Hathaway... I am willing to be your mistress."

It had taken far more courage to utter those words than it had to shove Jenkins into the wardrobe. Briny Mikhail was not a bold person by nature; she had spent the entire winter mustering the nerve to say this.

If not for the events of this evening, which had once again proven Jenkins's reliability, she would never have been so resolute.

But now that the words were out, she had to face the consequences. Her jade-green eyes locked onto Jenkins's, but his gaze wavered.

After all this time in this world, Jenkins was finally face-to-face with one of the era's unique cultural norms. It was hardly unheard of for aristocrats to keep mistresses, sometimes even with the open knowledge of their spouses. The more audacious tabloids were filled with such stories daily, providing a titillating thrill for the bored public, but in truth, most had come to accept it as a fact of life.

While the romantic affairs of the nobility were certainly chaotic from a certain point of view, Jenkins didn't consider himself a casual man. Of course, he wasn't exactly putting up a fight at this particular moment, either.

"Hathaway doesn't seem to know about us... If you agree to marry her, I swear I will never tell her. I will simply be a friend to you both, until one of you grows tired of me."

For the difficult choice her father had given her, this was the best answer the blonde girl could conceive. She didn't want to hurt anyone, including herself, so this was the only path she could see.

Jenkins remained silent. He didn't know what to say, and he was unwilling to reject her proposal.

"I'm disgusting. I'm so greedy."

In that moment, their thoughts were remarkably aligned. Born in different worlds and different times, both Jenkins and Hathaway were people who respected love. Reality and fate, however, were forcing them down a path they would never have chosen. Times change people's minds. If Hathaway had been born in Jenkins's world, she would have been spared at least some of the awkwardness of her current predicament. This update ıs available on novel_fіre.net

"I know it's a difficult choice. Jenkins, I'm sorry..."

She didn't give him the chance to stumble through a difficult reply. Instead, she rose onto her toes and kissed him. On the windowsill, the cat shot them a vicious look, but no one noticed.

"Don't tell Hathaway about tonight, alright? I'll give you time to think it over. I know this is all very sudden."

She asked in a soft voice.

Jenkins nodded, but he knew Hathaway already knew. The point of light that represented the red-haired girl was moving back and forth, a sure sign of pacing. He didn't want to run from this, but it was a matter for all three of them. He swore to himself that he would give his answer only after hearing Hathaway's thoughts.

"Please don't hurt us."

"...I understand. I will give it serious thought."

The writer truly had no idea what to say.

The blonde girl nodded softly and took a step back, her eyes on Jenkins's face in the glow of the gaslight. He looked away, embarrassed. They stood in silence for a moment before he finally left with his cat.

Back in his room, he sat obediently on the edge of his bed with his cat, leaving the lights off. Just as he reached a count of 341, the red-haired girl pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She was still wearing the same nightgown from earlier, and Jenkins knew that underneath it...

"Ugh, what am I thinking."

He cursed himself internally, then watched as Hathaway pulled a chair from the desk and sat down in front of him. The chair's cushion had been temporarily repurposed as a seat for Chocolate, who looked none too pleased with the stiff padding.

"I heard everything."

Jenkins wished he could be more decisive, just to bring this vexing night to a swift end. He knew this wasn't his fault, so he lifted his head and spoke:

"So should we go find Briny now and clear things up?"

He didn't know who Hathaway would choose, but dragging this out would only cause more grief for everyone involved.

"No, there's no need for that. Just like she said, I don't know anything about what happened tonight."

The red-haired girl said, running a hand through her hair.

"Yes, I don't know anything."

"What game are you two playing?"

Jenkins was growing weary of the whole ordeal. He believed the best course of action was to get both girls in the same room and have them talk through their feelings, rather than playing these games of secrecy with one another.

"This isn't a game. This is life."

She said it as if she were chiding a child who understood nothing of the world.

"This kind of life is too complicated."

There was a hint of frustration in his voice.

"But it's the reality of the situation... Jenkins, everyone has their reasons for the decisions they make. You like us both, I like both of you, and she likes both of us. But now is not the time for a confrontation."