Chapter 71
Annette looked up at Lapel with cloudy eyes. Why doesn't he want to listen to himself? The one who hates himself is Lapel himself. It was sad to see his lips her on the nape of her neck her and the touch of his hand her pulling down his chemise her.
Annette, who did n't want the situation to turn out like this, quietly stretched out her arms to her and hugged his upper body to her. Somehow, it seemed that this side would be more effective in stopping his actions than her pushing Lapel away. Indeed, Annette's prediction her was not wrong. Lapel's fingertips her, which were about to undress her immediately, froze.
“…What are you doing?”
Rafel frowned and tried to pull his body his back. Just like someone who didn't want to have such a close hug with Annette. But Annette wrapped her arms around his large torso her as best she could and hugged him from the back. He looked up at Lapel and asked in a lonely voice.
“Do you really think I hate you?”
Lapel's eyes her scanned Annette without a word Lips reddened from the kiss her, white shoulders exposed through the flowing chemise her, and sadly wet eyes her Somehow he felt like he was harassing her, which made her feel uncomfortable.
A drop of tear slowly flowed down Annette's small face as she closed her eyes just in time. The tears dripped down his fragile chin and fell on Rafel's heart, creating a rippling ripple. Rafel reached out his hand to that cheek without even realizing it. I felt like I had to wipe away those tears right away.
Just then, Annette with sad eyes murmured.
“I thought it was you who said I hated you.”
“…What?”
Lapel, who understood Annette's words a step later, stiffened. I felt like I was choking, so I couldn't say anything. When he thought about what Annette had said, he had said many times that he also hated her. The same position, did Rafel's heart tremble all over again.
But Annette was already deeply heartbroken. He was tired of appeasing Lapel, who was always capricious and twisted. He said openly, 'I hate you,' in person, and then interrogated people with stories of the past and now. Sad, and above all miserable.
Annette raised her head and wrapped her arms around Lapel's neck.It seemed that one day we would have a conversation like this.And he knew that the moment he asked his honest feelings his, his relationship with his Lapel would end.But he was in the mood to be what he was going to be. Looking straight up into his cold blue eyes his, Annette spoke wearily. Like a flower on the verge of falling, sadly.
“I told you. I don't hate you, Lapel. That's what I always said. You are my only husband, so I… You are the only one. But why do you keep talking like that?”
Annette's words of her were very direct. The moment he understood the meaning of those words, Rafel's face brightened up. He bit his lip tightly and turned around to hide his flushed face. Annette's words sounded like a confession of love, and his heart skipped a beat. Even though he knows he can't.
Just then Annette leaning her forehead on Lapel's hard shoulder her sighed.
“But what about you? Do you like me a little too?”
Rafel could n't answer that question.Then Annette laughed forlornly and put her hand down to brush his shoulder her her.Her petal-like lips her lost their life, and she muttered in vain.
“I knew it.”
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“So you ran away? Ugly guy.”
After emptying his glass, Harold laughed openly. The hot Lapel glared at him, but unexpectedly, nothing came out of his mouth. He had nothing to say even with his ten mouths to be exact. Gulped down his teeth his. If he could commit suicide by sticking his nose in a glass of wine, he was willing to do so.
'Do you like me a little too?'
The voice of Annette who asked like that stuck to my ears and did not fall off. Lonely, weary, and sad voice. Rafel brushed his black hair annoyingly. Me, he just asked if he liked things. Anything like that…… Not. He didn't seem to be able to answer either.
“Does she love her?”
Harold, who just in time sat down on the sofa, asked. Instead of answering, Rafel emptied another glass. My esophagus tingled as the strong drink went down, but maybe that's why I opened my speech. Lapel rubbed her wet lips with the back of his hand and spat out.
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“You have to have done it before, damn it.”
Lapel loved no one.Family and women.He had never loved anyone in all his life.The world he knew was a cold and cruel place.So he desperately killed his weak parts his,covered his own violence with the cover of swordsmanship,and crawled up. He grabbed power and wealth in return, finally rising above others.
But now come and love someone. In Rafel's view, it was a suicide act of putting his heart in someone else's hands. Moreover, there was so much to hide, and it was even more impossible for a proud man. Rafel was a man who would rather slit his throat than reveal his private parts of him.
'Then I'd rather let her go.'
Lapel recalled the secret guild ring hidden in Annette's jewelry box.It was unclear exactly which service of the guild Annette was using.But his bestial instincts her sensed something sinister.A look of hideous obsession hung over Rafel's sharp eyes.
Harold, who was looking at him from across from him, shrugged his shoulders. Whoever it was, it was love. It's just that it belongs to the somewhat dangerous category. Harold remembered Annette's elegant and clever face of her. Be caught by a guy like that.
So Harold decided to try his best for some poor girl.
“Eh, tsk tsk. Love and jealousy are like an awl in your pocket. No matter how hard you try, you can't hide it. But if you don't know, maybe this is… I think….. . “
“Perhaps, what?”
Harold, who skillfully cut off his words his paused.Then, Rafel frowned and asked in annoyance.Instead of answering, Harold leisurely stroked his beard.Rafel's eyes his his,watching this,grew sharper and sharper.His irritation his exploded.
“Simple! If it's such a light feeling that even the person himself does n't know it, where would that be love? Her man doesn't love her.”
“What…!!”
The hot-headed Lapel opened his mouth to refute something. But he couldn't have anything to say. No, in the first place, why is he so hot? Games like love. There was no reason to feel bad. Still, it was strangely unpleasant.
However, Harold's words he did not end here.After taking a sip of alcohol and putting a cigar in his mouth, Harold scratched the lapel in earnest.
“If it's not love, then what? After all, that's what a marriage between nobles is like. Out of the only show window couples I know, there are far more than ten couples. So if you live like that, it's enough. When she finds a girl she likes, she plays with fire, then when she gets tired of it, she goes back home. Isn't that convenient?”
Harold let out a puff of smoke and grinned. Then, as if he had forgotten, he slapped his forehead and added succinctly.
“Ah, of course your wife will too. How could her unloving husband her sacrifice her youthful innocence her? Never mind. I guess it's just because I'm lonely right now. If you keep leaving me alone, I'll find a new man on my own, and I'll go to bed with him to my heart's content and come back when I'm tired of it. By then, I won't be bothering you.”
Rafel was genuinely jealous. Just imagining that pretty body that only he knew was gasping in the arms of another man made his blood run backwards. On seeing that, he would rip his opponent's limbs to pieces and burn them, and he would undoubtedly trample the down to the ashes.
What was even crazier was the fact that I could think of at least three faces of cubs who wanted to mate with Annette right now.
'I want to kill every single one of them.'
The brutality that once swept the battlefield welled up through Lapel's veins. He gnashed his teeth like a beast defending his female his. What the hell is this beggarly feeling, what he wants to do with Annette herself. It seemed that his head would turn.
Raffel, who was impatient, took a drink and threw away his empty glass of his. He jumped off the couch and picked up his coat his. Somehow, it seemed to him that now that he was out of the house, someone else would come running around Annette at any moment.
Despite being drunk, Lapel, sharper than before, said goodbye.
“Go, inspiration.”
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Let's see…… What was I trying to say? You keep blinking as you get older, this one.”
Harold, buried deep in the sofa, idly tapped his toes. Rafel didn't like Harold's insidious way of speaking, who had been late for a while. But when Harold spoke like that, I couldn't just ignore it and walk away. Because it is such important information.
Lapel, who knew this well from experience, waited for Harold to open his mouth while gritting his teeth.
“A special guest will come soon, so clean the house well. Do you know If you treat your guests well, her wife might be pleased.”
“What?”
