Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 11 The other side of Safi

Due to Felissa's insistence, Azarez and Felissa took Safi home first. Since it was getting late, Azarez drove a little faster.

Safi has been absent-minded since she came out of the jewelry store. Her fingers kept rubbing the corners of the box containing the brooch, with an expression that seemed sad or happy.

Felissa guessed that her thoughts at the moment might have something to do with Fred.

"Miss," Azarez, who was driving the carriage, clicked on the communication window between the carriage and the driver's seat, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in front, look..."

Hearing Fred's name, Safi suddenly raised her head and looked at Felissa with a rare prayer.

Although she wanted to encourage Safi to bravely talk to Fred, Felissa still softened her heart when she saw Safi's panicked eyes.

Felissa opened the window and saw that their carriage was about a hundred meters away from Fred, and Fred probably wouldn't have thought that Safi was in their carriage.

"Get around him," Felicia said.

Safi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Thank you."

Felissa shook her head: "It's not a big deal. The most important thing is that Safi is happy."

Are you happy? Maybe you are.

Safi squeezed the box tighter and tighter with her fingertips. She should be happy, but she couldn't bring out a smile.

Felissa, who had been observing faces, sighed. She couldn't understand the situation between Safi and Fred.

The carriage stopped outside the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Safi got off the carriage, then raised her skirt and saluted: "Thank you, Miss Felicia, for sending me back. Please be careful on the way home."

Felissa waved to Safi: "See you tomorrow, Safi."

Safi nodded, watched Felissa's carriage disappear from sight, then turned around and entered the house.

The butler was already waiting in the hall, and Safi asked him: "Where is father?"

The housekeeper said respectfully: "The master is in the study."

So Safi walked to the study. The door of the study was not firmly closed, leaving a slight gap. She could vaguely hear the people inside discussing something.

It's the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife.

"Are you sure?" There was a slight tremor in the words of the Prime Minister's wife, maybe because of anger, maybe because of grief, "Have you found the organization that abducted Safi?"

The Prime Minister's deep voice sounded: "It's not really found, but I have found some clues... It will be broken soon."

Safi's hand that originally wanted to push the door dropped weakly, took a few steps back, turned around and left.

What was she going in for, to remind her parents of what had happened to her? Besides letting her sentimental mother hold her and cry bitterly, what else could it do?

She wanted to wash away the shame etched on her body.

She entered the restaurant as if she didn't know what to do, sat down at the dining table, and asked the servant to notify her parents to prepare for dinner.

There was nothing strange on the faces of the Prime Minister and his wife, as if this was an ordinary day.

The family of three finished dinner in a harmonious atmosphere. Safi went back to her room to review her homework, wash up and go to bed according to her usual schedule.

The Prime Minister has a heavy workload and often works late into the night. The day in the Prime Minister's Mansion is not truly over until he finishes his work.

The lights were extinguished one by one, and the Prime Minister's Mansion fell into a deep sleep.

Safi opened her eyes in bed, and she glanced at the maid who was keeping watch in her room. The maid was allowed to sleep, but she had to wake up immediately when the master called her for something, so now the maid was asleep.

Safi got up without making any sound, quickly used pillows and quilts to pretend that she was sleeping on the bed, and then got out of bed without wearing shoes.

After putting her ear against the door and listening for a while to make sure no one was passing by in the corridor, Safi quickly opened the bedroom door a small crack and got out sideways.

Because it was her own home, Safi shuttled through the darkness like a fish in water, dodging all the servants and guards who were watching the night, and arrived in front of the Prime Minister's study.

The Prime Minister's study was locked. After all, there were too many important documents in the study, but this kind of lock did not bother Safi at all. She took out a piece of wire from her nightgown and inserted it into the keyhole.

In less than a minute, Safi easily opened the lock with the wire.

It was dark in the study, but this was not a problem for Safi. She often entered the Prime Minister's study and knew where the Prime Minister's documents were placed.

After finding what she wanted, Safi finished reading the document by moonlight, quickly put it back, and then returned to the bedroom.

After getting up the next day, the sun still rose, and everyone got up and worked as usual. No one knew what kind of feat the prime minister's daughter had accomplished yesterday.

Only Safi's eyes had two faint touches of cyan.

The Prime Minister's wife asked worriedly: "You haven't slept well?"

How could she sleep well? The word "guilty conscience" is not unreasonable. She felt guilty all night and was worried. But when faced with her mother's questions, she still put on a reassuring smile: "Well, maybe it was before going to bed."

Too much coffee."

Mother immediately asked with concern: "Then why don't you sleep a little longer? Don't you have classes in the afternoon?"

Safi shook her head: "I made an appointment with the jewelry store and asked them to pick up the gifts for the thank you ceremony."

"Didn't you pick out the right one yesterday afternoon?"

Yesterday afternoon... Safi lowered her eyes and said, "I went with the student to help her choose."

She thought she had said it lightly enough, not to mention that she didn't think she had a good relationship with Felissa in her heart. But she knew her daughter Mo Ruomu, and the lady smiled happily: "Have you made a new friend?"

Friends? It doesn't count. Safi shook her head. She didn't know the purpose of Felissa approaching her. She was used to being alone. If someone suddenly became so enthusiastic to her, she couldn't help but become defensive, thinking that the other person was not well-intentioned.

"That must be a very good person," the lady continued talking to herself, with tears in her eyes, "That's great, I've been worried about you."

Is she a very good person... Safi thought about it and didn't deny it. Maybe she just wanted to reassure her mother: "Maybe... she is a bit silly girl."

"Then invite her to your home when you have time."

Safi nodded and responded: "Okay."

But she knew in her heart that such a day would never come.

If she has no ill intentions, if she is so stupid that she cannot understand her indifference and alienation and keeps getting closer, then is a person like herself really qualified to be friends with her? Rather than waiting for her to find out, what she wants to get closer to is

For a dirty person, it is better to alienate her first.

If she was approaching because she wanted something else, then Safi would give her an unforgettable lesson before she harmed the interests of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

(End of chapter)