MLVF Ch. 130 I’ll Go In(1)

The caretaker’s pudding was an overwhelming success, and she was flooded with petitions pleading that the delicious snacks be served twice a month. The caretaker used it to her advantage and insisted on “the right to refuse inspection” for her menus. The petitions completely halted after that. If the menu wasn’t reviewed, there was no stopping meals with chocolate-coated eggplants.

In the end, the value of the puddings skyrocketed, and Louise protectively held on to the pudding she had saved in the midst of the student craze. Of course, she tasted had tasted the pudding only a day earlier, and so she was not particularly hungry for it. But there was one reason for her enthusiastic support of the pudding.

“Claire hadn’t tried it yet!”

Louise firmly set down the pudding cup on the table with a loud noise.

“Why are you talking so angrily?”

Louise replied, her expression hopeless.

“I haven’t seen Claire since this morning.”

“Is that something to be upset about?”

“Well, she’s pretty, and I love everything that’s pretty. If you love something you always want to see it.”

Louise put her hands together as if she were dreaming.

“Claire is like an eclair. She’s soft and sweet, and holding her makes me feel better.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to hug an eclair.”

“Well, that’s a metaphor. And if you put an eclair in your mouth, you’ll be happy.”

As Louise daydreamed of indulging in mouth-watering pastries, Ian scribbled down “eclair” on the corner of his notebook. Louise down at his handwriting and smiled. If he wrote it down, that must mean he was going to make it for her. What a good man. To relieve her proud boyfriend of the trouble, Louise decided to make some clarifications.

“I like cream with chocolate.”

“I know. And the top part is covered with chocolate and pistachio, right?”

“How did you know?”

“How could I not know your taste?”

The pair of them smiled at each other, and the student council members began to look at them closely. Uh oh. They made a mistake. After all this intimate conversation, anyone would doubt that they were friends. That couldn’t happen, for the sake of the Sweeney family. Louise began to sweat apprehensively.

“President.”

The first person to speak up was Dean Crissis. Today he was half-sprawled over the table.

“Hmm?”

“I’d like a vanilla custard.”

The moment he finished speaking, the entire student council room gave a sigh. Ah. The reason they were looking at Ian and Louise was because they all wanted vanilla.

‘I’m glad we weren’t suspected but…’

Was it alright to be treated as innocently as this? Louise turned to Ian questioningly, but he smiled and turned to Dean.

“I know. How could I not know your taste?”

“I don’t think you do. You didn’t put cheese on my omelet last time.”

“I apologized for that. And you should have told me first that you liked cheese.”

Now everyone’s attention focused on them as if the pair were flirting.

Yes, that was the look! The look of suspicion about the relationship between the two of you!

‘Why is Dean the suspicious one?’

Louise didn’t want to be noticed, but she didn’t want to lose to Dean either. Dean was a very, very bad man who kissed her precious Claire without permission.

…Although Claire’s fiancé seemed even worse when she thought about it.

“More importantly, if you don’t have any more classes today, Dean Crissis, I’d like you to pass this on to Claire.”

Ian took out a brown envelope from his bag.

“Do I have to go?”

Dean’s forehead creased. From the look of it, there was still a solid wall between the two. Louise quickly raised her hand.

“I can go. I don’t have any more classes, and I was going to give her the pudding anyway.”

Claire may be shocked if Dean walked in. The two rarely spoke to each other these days.

“No way. Louise Sweeney and I have petitions to sort out here.”

He slammed down a mountain of papers in front of her.

“Do we have to do it now?”

He fixed her with a stern expression.

“Yes.”

He pushed the pudding cup towards Dean. It was meant to be taken with the envelope of documents. Dean sighed, and finally left the student council room with the papers and the pudding.

Louise muttered darkly as she drew the petitions towards her.

“…The President is a demon.”

Looks of sympathy poured from the people around her. Louise now understood why she was not suspected of having a relationship with Ian. Their relationship seemed to be nothing more than a mean devil and a poor worker. Whenever Ian put her to work, he always said with a proud face:

“Your labor is all mine. Every movement of your joints will be mine forever.”

“No!”