Chapter 91: The Choice is Yours
“Because I want to touch you,” Sigren replied proudly. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
Yes, thank you very much for the honest answer of a twenty-year-old young man.
I tilted my head. “Then are you ashamed of what happened to you?”
He calmly shook his head. “I can’t believe I was beaten…”
I considered trying again, but this time Sigren quickly pulled his hands away. “What a bummer.”
“When I touch you, please don’t incite competition.”
“I can’t help it.”
Especially when he was blushing, it reminded me of the past. I know it might sound a bit perverse to say this, but honestly, I wasn’t averse to skinship between lovers. I didn’t mind it at all.
“And you’re the one who’s embarrassed, even though you’re the one who’s done everything.”
As Sigren muttered those words, he stepped back and looked at me as if I were a ticking time bomb, as if he was afraid of being attacked by me. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
‘You started it!’
Sigren shrugged his shoulders at my silent protest of the unjust assessment. “It’s dangerous.”
“What? Am I that bad?!”
Why did I feel like he was treating me like a wild animal now?
Sigren flinched. “It’s not like that.”
I squinted my eyes. “I won’t be on the terrace with you anymore.”
Come to think of it, why did something always happen whenever we came to the terrace?
“Fiona, don’t be too angry.”
Huh, it was too late to try to appease me now.
But I wondered how the conversation had turned into this.
‘Ah, we were talking about Livya.’
He wouldn’t allow me to spend time with Livya, insisting instead that I should spend time with him. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
‘Why would he do that?’
I tapped Sigren on the shoulder. I needed to address this issue first.
“Sigren, don’t worry. You are my most precious friend.”
“Friend?”
Oops.
“No, I mean the most precious person.”
“…”
Sigren’s hardened, dissatisfied face softened slightly.
“Actually, it’s not that I don’t pay attention to Lady Priscilla.”
“Then?”
Sigren said indifferently, “Right, just like you’ve said, I also think Lady Priscilla is pretty.”
I strongly agreed. “Right?”
“But because of that, she is always surrounded by a lot of people at the ballroom.”
“Isn’t that normal?”
What was wrong with that? Why did he say it as if it were a problem?
Perhaps Sigren could read my thoughts. He pinched my cheek and gave me a hopeless look, as if to say, ‘Looks like you still don’t get it.’ Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“If you’re with her, you’ll get attention too.”
“Huh? Ah…hah?!”
‘That is a really useless reason!’
I was sure that if that sentence came out of my mouth, Sigren would be angry.
I laughed softly. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes.”
“…”
That firm answer made me feel embarrassed for asking so lightly. But it seemed that Sigren was serious. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“Imagine our positions were switched.”
I envisioned Sigren surrounded by many young ladies. The scene in my imagination was bright and glittering—almost like a harem. If that happened, the genre would definitely change.
I answered seriously. “Sigren, you can’t be two-timing.”
Sigren nodded in satisfaction at my answer. “That’s right, Fiona. Now you know how I feel—”
“If you want to see someone else, you have to make sure your previous relationship is over.”
That was the most important etiquette between lovers. If your mind is no longer in it, you should definitely end it!
“…”
Sigren paused. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Really?”
“If something like that happened, would you sort it out like that too?”
I nodded. “Of course, we should clean it up right away. Don’t you think so?”
“…”
Sigren’s previously bright demeanor faded again, strangely. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“What’s the matter?”
Instead of answering, Sigren bumped his forehead against mine. It didn’t hurt, though. He then spoke in a grumpy tone.
“I won’t tell you this time.”
I touched my forehead lightly. Sigren seemed to like touching my forehead—whether flicking or bumping—whenever he was annoyed. Was this his way of retaliating?
“Let’s go.”
Sigren grabbed my hand and pulled me away. In the end, he didn’t answer my awkward question. I followed him and calmly shook my head. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
The terrace… it always seemed to be problematic. Why did something always happen when we came here?
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