New World with Four Husbands

Chapter 393: Wavering resolve

VsThe next morning rolled in quickly, the hotel they stayed in became busy as more guests walked inside with the intention of staying around for as long as they wanted.

"Good morning, Coco.." Mrs. Tani mumbled, walking out of her hotel room, just in time for Coco to get out of hers.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tani." Coco greeted her, smiling.

"My head hurts.. What happened last night? I barely remember anything." The merchant groaned out, closing the door behind her.

Coco laughed softly at the sight of Mrs. Tani holding her head and groaning from the numb ache of a hangover.

"You were knocked up after four glasses of flowerjan." Coco informed the merchant, her hand holding out a pill used to get rid of hangover. "Here, go back inside and drink this. I don’t have my water canteen with me."

"Oh, thank you so much, Coco." The merchant hummed, accepting the pill from her.

"You’re welcome." She mumbled, watching as Mrs. Tani turned in her heels and walked back inside the room, shutting the door behind her.

Coco looked away and walked down the hall, her body moving and focusing on the task she had in mind.

"Do you have to get them breakfast in bed, Coco?" The garden fairy groaned, her body sprawled out on Coco’s head because she didn’t want to be left alone inside the hotel room with four drunk mediators.

Though, she’s slightly sure that they are not drunk anymore, but it’s never too late to be cautious, right?

"Of course." Coco answered, her voice low and quiet so she wouldn’t make anyone suspicious or alarm people that may be able to hear her from their spot.

The hallway is empty, but the doors might be thin.

Coco made her way to the staircase— the long, grandiose of a staircase that will lead her down to the first floor.

The building they celebrated in is apparently a hotel and they have the most beautiful venue that nobles could reserve for an occasion such as the one that happened last night.

With them reserving the venue, five rooms were booked automatically as a bundle.

The place was grand and looked expensive so Coco was worried about the price, but Alithe or Sinclair refused to tell her how much they spent on the place and told her to just enjoy her congratulatory gift.

It might not be a good gift for others, but to Coco? She appreciates every single thing they did for her.

The hybrids knew who to invite to her celebration and even got them a good place to celebrate at.

Not to mention, the food was delicious and exquisite! However, nothing would beat Heiren’s cooking! He has the best meal and it is the kind of meal that will make anyone full because they’re cooked with love.

It’s just sad because she has to divorce him soon. After with all the things that happened for the past two or three months, she accepted them and even thought of them as her own—

The thought stopped before it could complete itself, but it was enough for Coco to pale.

Coco froze in the middle of her descent down the stairs, her body tensing and her feet halting in their tracks, her heart dropped to her stomach as she realized what she was thinking about a moment ago.

"What’s wrong?" The garden fairy asked, lifting her head off Coco’s hair and peering down.

Coco didn’t answer and just continued to walk down the stairs, but her movements were stiff and awkward, her throat feeling strangely dry.

Once they reached the first floor, she walked over to the front desk and said what she wanted to the lady behind it.

"Hello.. Can I get—"

It was odd. Really.

She didn’t remember what she said to the lady, but there were a few hum of agreement here and there.

Then, she just found herself walking back to her room where the four mediators were sleeping, on her bed, surrounding her an hour ago, and laying quite close to her.

When she woke up, she found the sight endearing and adorable— a sight for sore eyes.

She shouldn’t be thinking like that about them, right?

Just what’s wrong with me? Coco wondered, her heart hammering inside her chest as her footsteps grew slower and heavier the closer she got to her room.

Thankfully, she had the garden fairy’s weight on her head or else, she would have run out of the building the moment she felt creeped out by her own thoughts towards the mediators and locked herself somewhere, away from them.

I promised that I’ll help rebuild the house. Coco said in her mind, reminding her of what she needs to do.

I promised to give them money they could use weekly.. I promised to give them a good life.. Then, I’ll divorce them. She added with a sense of finality edging to her thoughts, but somehow, it made her heart ache.

The hallway was still empty when she reached the door to her room, there was no one in sight.

She reached out to the doorknob and twisted it before she pushed it open, her head moving to peek inside to see if one of them had woken up from their slumber.

When she saw that none of them had moved from the bed, she walked inside and quietly closed the door.

She felt Lala move above her head and flew over to Konoha who was sleeping by the couch on the corner of the room, her body curled up and face buried in her paws.

Coco walked over to the single couch beside the cat, her eyes trained on the sleeping mediators by the bed.

A house, a good life, work, and divorce.. Coco retracted the steps she needed to do, the things she promised to them when she first met them.

Divorce.. means I won’t be able to hang around them anymore, right? She asked herself, but no answer popped up afterwards.