Chapter 47: The Terrifying Traits of Women
“Ah.”
Hearing this, Alman awkwardly paused, shifting his gaze to the left and not daring to meet Carly’s eyes.
Apologize… Is that even a thing?
He only remembered that he was indeed troubled at that time, worried about how to make Evelia calm down, only to suddenly be attacked by her scissors kick…
Since Evelia had always appeared to be in a state of “ah,” “emm,” and “okay,” even if she later did something like helping him sleep, Alman could not tell if she was still angry because he couldn’t read Evelia’s thoughts at all. If he said, “Evelia, you can’t be mad at me anymore,” Evelia would definitely nod in agreement, but what she truly thought, Alman had no idea.
“Cough—Apologize? What do I need to apologize for? This is something I can win easily.”
He was still being stubborn.
He was so worried back then that he couldn’t even eat.
“Is that so.” Carly stared at Alman with a knowing look. “But you looked really upset back then.”
“Was I? No way, I’m famous for my composure!”
“Ah, I see.”
As Carly said this, he walked from the desk to the sofa, picked up Alman’s coat, draped it over himself, and deliberately covered his head, lying still with a serene expression.
“Damn.”
Alman immediately understood what Carly meant.
“I don’t get it.”
Then Carly mimicked Alman from earlier, suddenly sitting up from the sofa with the coat still on his head.
“I don’t understand why she’s angry at me.”
His imitation was so lifelike; it was as if he were the champion of an “Alman Imitation Contest.”
“You jerk!”
Alman rushed over to snatch his coat back, and underneath it was, unsurprisingly, Carly’s face bearing a hint of mockery.
“Really didn’t apologize?”
As the imitation contest ended, Carly took a seat on the sofa and continued to relax. Unlike Alman, he noticed that the water inside the kettle was getting cold, so he went to ask the knight stationed at the door to bring him a pot of warm water.
“I don’t need to apologize; I didn’t do anything wrong.”
So stubborn.
“Look at you, you say that again. Didn’t the First Prince say it? It’s a woman; whether you are right or wrong doesn’t matter at all. What she wants is just an apology.”
“That’s too unreasonable.”
To this remark, Carly only shrugged and smiled without responding. After receiving the warm water kettle from the knight, he poured himself a cup.
“But…” Alman hesitated, tapping his leg on the table behind him. “It seems she wants to apologize to me.”
“Eh?”
As a married man with experience, Carly immediately became alert upon hearing this.
“She asked me before if I was not angry anymore… This matter—shouldn’t it originally be me who was not at fault? She already apologized to me.”
“That’s the trap of women.” Carly’s gaze sharpened. “Alman, you can’t fall into this trick!”
“Huh? Is it that exaggerated?” He seemed to lack awareness in this area.
“Women are those kinds of individuals who act one way on the surface and another behind your back.”
“Aren’t you afraid your wife will find out when you say that?”
“No worries, because I’m also one who shows one face on the outside and another inside.”
“You crazy person.”
“I’m not kidding. Although this sentiment isn’t too derogatory in this context, you can’t let your guard down. Some women just appear to be ‘I was wrong, please forgive me,’ and once they meet their other friends, they reveal another attitude. They might even say things about you in female circles.”
When Carly said this, his expression was extremely serious, as if he were speaking about a very solemn matter; even during royal meetings, his gaze wasn’t this serious.
“That’s… not acceptable. How do you know so much about women’s circles?”
“Because I have a wife.”
“You’re insane.”
“My wife is a merchant; she isn’t so strict in emotions, which gives me some respite. However, my wife has attended many social teas with wealthy ladies to explore the female market, and I’ve heard many seemingly soft-spoken women talk behind other men’s backs and even hold grudges. Women’s words can be terrifying, spreading just as fast as the Second Prince’s professional team.”
“The Second Prince truly is that useless.”
At this point, Alman still didn’t forget to take a jab at the Second Prince, making excuses to bring him into the conversation.
“Speaking of which, your wife is specifically tuned into gossip, huh?”
“This is called having firsthand information; it’s a necessary skill for a merchant.”
“Fine… But is it really like that?”
Although Alman had just been stubborn, he was now clearly feeling a bit scared by Carly’s words. He didn’t want Evelia to hold a grudge against him; he thought things would just pass with time, but he didn’t realize women had this characteristic of holding grudges.
“You know, women don’t just hold grudges; they have another trait.”
“What is it?”
“Bringing up old grievances.”
Upon hearing this phrase, Alman suddenly felt a sense of awe.
“You need to know that no matter when something happened, as long as a woman argues with you, that matter will be brought up. Even if it was something from your childhood, like the time you peed the bed, as long as she knows, she can bring it up. She might even say, ‘You were like this when you were three’ or ‘Do you remember what happened last time?’ If you let that matter go unaddressed, the first thing she says during an argument will be ‘You did this last time’ or ‘Do you recall what happened last time?'”
Just from Carly’s words, Alman was already feeling a kind of pressure.
“So… what should I do?”
“What can you do? You must have been lagging behind for a long time; you’re probably going to become her go-to account for old grievances.”
Alman couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Although he couldn’t quite imagine how Evelia would be when ranting, it was still quite frightening if it really happened. After all, Evelia was a person with a pretty persistent personality. If she was determined to bring up old grievances, she might really start from the moment he was born.
“So, Alman, go desperately to make amends.”
“Make… amends?”
“That’s right. Think about the lady you encountered. What does she like? What does she have a fancy for?”
“Ah…”
Upon hearing this, Alman furrowed his brows in frustration.
He remembered he had once asked Evelia about this question, and she replied that she didn’t have anything she particularly liked…
But now, thinking back to the red dishes that always existed on his dining table, it seemed Evelia… might have something she was particularly obsessed with?
For example… tomato sauce?
But, how does one apologize with tomato sauce?
