Give Me Back My Glass Shoe - Chapter 27

Hello everyone! there are changes in the chapter numbering, I had edited it to the correct arrangement as there was confusion in the chapter count. Apologies and enjoy the translation!

He cursed under his breath, pressing his fingers to his forehead.
“It must be too loud to sleep. I’ll make it stop soon, so go back.”
The man, with his eyes tightly shut, let out a long breath through his nose. It seemed restoring the weather wasn’t as easy as he thought, as his stern expression remained. Eventually, he opened his eyes, having failed.
“Sleep should do it. Yes. Sleep will work.”
Muttering to himself as if giving himself instructions, he lay down on the long sofa.

Why sleep there when the bed is just a few steps away?
Aniella thought it, but kept her mouth firmly shut, thinking it might sound like nagging. Seeing the deep, fearsome furrow in his brow, she felt even making a sound with her breath would be unacceptable.

Following his order, Aniella tried to go back to her room to sleep. But as she went to close the door, the image of him lying on the sofa kept bothering her.
Something must be going on. I probably can’t help, but I could listen. I have plenty of time anyway, since I have nothing to do but sleep.
Questions she wanted to ask him rose in her mind. The problem was she couldn’t muster the courage to voice them. Even if she did, it would be problematic if he confessed something very serious.
She wasn’t an eloquent speaker who could offer moving words of comfort. She was even less of a wise person capable of giving advice suited to his situation.
But just staying still felt wrong, as if the lightning might shatter the house at any moment. After a moment’s hesitation, Aniella grabbed an item and went back into his bedroom.
“Duke.”
“It will stop soon.”
Contrary to his words, another bolt of lightning struck. Paiki clicked his tongue and moved his lips irritably.
Hesitantly, Aniella looked down at the book she had brought.
“Shall… shall I read you a book?”

She was surprised at where that idea had come from, and even more surprised at where, in her timid heart, the courage had sprung from.

Paiki opened his eyes and looked at her. His expression questioned why she was suddenly doing this. Aniella felt she had done something unnecessary. But it was already done, wasn’t it?

To escape Paiki’s sharp gaze, she turned her back to him and sat on the floor. The stone floor was cold, but not unbearably so.

She found the page where Paiki had last left off reading. Then, putting strength in her abdomen so her voice wouldn’t be drowned out by the rain, she began to read the fairy tale clearly and distinctly.

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There were two people who discovered the weakening kitten.

One was a poor boy who lived in the building where the cats had made their nest, and the other was a wealthy girl who lived very far away.

The poor boy was the first to discover the cat who wore only one sock. He watched the poor kitten from a distance, who didn’t eat well because it lost in the competition with its siblings. He knew the mother cat with kittens could be very fierce.

Meanwhile, the wealthy girl, while walking, happened to see the kittens and immediately exclaimed:

“Wow, baby cats!”

As the wealthy girl ran over, the kittens scurried away in a flash. All except one, the weak one—the cat who wore only one sock—hid in a corner.

“So cute!”

The cat who wore only one sock was caught in the wealthy girl’s hands and petted vigorously. The girl was captivated by the kitten.

“Mom, I want to keep this cat!”

The wealthy girl ran to her mother and said. The mother carefully examined the cat in her daughter’s hands, then looked around. Just then, the mother cat, who had left briefly to find food, returned.

The wealthy girl’s mother shook her head with a kind smile.