Chapter 92: The Choice is Yours
As soon as Sigren returned to his palace, he encountered Kane Erez. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“Your Highness, you didn’t take an escort again?”
“…”
That was natural. He was with Fiona, and an escort would only get in the way. But of course, he didn’t need to explain this to someone whose loyalty was uncertain. So, Sigren glanced at Kane and walked past him.
It was an act of disregard, but Kane followed unyieldingly.
“You’re too much, Your Highness. At least answer me.”
Sigren replied sternly, “Quit it.”
“…”
Kane Erez was unusually earnest for someone from a restrained high-ranking noble family. There was nothing suspicious about him, but Sigren preferred to be cautious. It was better to dismiss him. Missing one person was insignificant. Sigren didn’t need to keep Kane around. The last time an assassin appeared, Sigren thought he had made his intentions clear. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
Yet, apparently, Kane was persistent. His behavior didn’t change; in fact, it was rather bold.
“Didn’t you find anything despite investigating my background? Could you please stop this?”
“….”
Sigren swore he had never met anyone so brazen in his life, other than his teacher, Abel.
“There was indeed no physical evidence, but I have my doubts.”
Sigren was certain that Kane had been assigned to his palace by Marquis Erez. Even if Kane had no ill intentions, it would still be better to avoid having anyone from that family around. It would be ideal if the marquis stopped sending people to his palace altogether. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
“But doesn’t that mean I’m still innocent?”
“I don’t have anything like that in my dictionary.”
BANG!
Sigren slammed the door in front of Kane. Kane wasn’t foolish; he understood what the prince meant and didn’t try to open the door.
Through the sensitive ears of Sigren, he heard Kane’s grumbling outside his room:
“If you keep being this rough, you’ll definitely get dumped by a girl soon…”
Sigren clenched his jaw.
BANG!
Kane was startled by the loud sound on the door and quickly walked away.
‘I’m not dumped yet.’
In a dissatisfied mood, Sigren removed his stuffy outer clothes. It was too late to call a servant, and he didn’t want anyone to touch him anyway.
Sigren roughly dropped his luxurious robes onto a chair. Tomorrow morning, the servants would take care of them. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
He sat on the bed with his sword beside him, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. Soon, he noticed the reddish marks on the back of his hands. He immediately recognized them as Fiona’s lip mark.
Sigren shook his head violently, trying to forget what had happened that day. But seeing the marks only reminded him again.
The slender, white fingers that had held his hands tightly… the touch of her soft lips on the back of his hands…
‘Damn it.’
Sigren lay back on his bed, feeling pathetic. He had thought that becoming her lover would bring him some level of satisfaction, but it was far from enough. His desire only grew stronger. He wanted more, always more. The last time Fiona had bitten his neck, he had felt a strong urge to act on his impulses, to grab her hands and do something that might hurt her. Luckily, he had quickly pulled his hands away and kept them behind his back. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
When he looked at Fiona, he felt a confusing mix of emotions. He wanted to see her smile, but he also wanted to see her cry while clinging to him. The teardrops on her long, trembling eyelashes must be more beautiful than any jewel…
‘Shit. Calm down.’
He needed to calm down and focus on something more important. He had already made Fiona run away once before. He had to be careful and think more about his actions.
‘At this rate, would Abel really try to kill me?’
Sigren smirked, but he couldn’t keep indulging in this sweet feeling.
Suddenly, he remembered his conversation with Fiona from earlier:
[“Of course, you have to clean it up right away, don’t you think?”]
If he didn’t hold onto her properly, was he going to be dismissed cleanly?
At that time, he had hoped she would be jealous, yet what he heard was the opposite. He was a little dissatisfied with that fact. Why did she reach different conclusions in similar situations? Was it because she was so dense? But it felt different from that. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
‘Is it because Fiona and I are focusing on completely different things?’
He had advanced their relationship and become her lover—
‘Am I going to get dumped?’
But Fiona’s attitude was too sweet to think so. She still cherished him.
To understand what Fiona thought would require a lot of guesswork. No matter how much Fiona hated her opponent, she would never show her animosity. He had to work hard to guess and avoid doing anything that might make her run away, as there was no way he could read her thoughts immediately.
‘Let’s stop and sleep.’
Once he started thinking about Fiona, it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until morning.
He raised his hands again and saw the lip marks on the back.
“…”
Damn it.
Sigren sighed, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep. Read the translation only on itsladygrey.com.
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