A moment later, Henry Macdowell appeared. Henry’s expression, caught in an awkward situation stemming from goodwill, was not favorable. The servant, provided for Olivia’s convenience, engaging in such behavior. Seeing Edgar, Henry let out a sigh. “You’ve come.” Edgar nodded confidently. “Sit. We can skip the tea.” Gerald stepped back, and an uncomfortable silence settled between them. After a while, Henry, who had been keeping his mouth heavy, spoke up. “His Highness, the Crown Prince, sends his regards.” “Yes.” It was expected. Now Henry would bring up the topic. “I hope you can cover up this incident.” Henry’s expression was stern. As expected, Edgar swallowed the empty laughter.

“If it’s about my sister, the Crown Prince, who doesn’t hesitate at anything, has only that to do. But how to deal with this…”

“It won’t be possible.”

Edgar asserted with determination. He was not in the mood to compromise with anyone now. Even if the other party was the Crown Prince of Britain, it wouldn’t make a difference. He reciprocates what he receives. That’s all it was.

“Do you understand what that woman has done to you?”

Johan stared at Olivia with a disgusted look.

“I know. Well, let’s postpone it for a moment.”

Sitting up straight with her back and half-lowered eyes, her expression was calm.

The excitement and evil deeds that used to be so annoying and infuriating could not be found anymore.

Now that he knew that the annoying and irritating behaviors were due to the medicine Diane Brook had given him, he had to exercise extreme patience to maintain calm.

“Why.”

Johan’s voice, which had submerged his anger, was heavy.

“I want to compete with her.”

With a calm declaration, Johan’s eyebrows stiffened.

The unfamiliar woman’s expression and clear gaze, which he had never seen before, captivated Johan’s mind.

Olivia opened her lips again.

“The princess.”

In a place where the class hierarchy was firmly established, the only place she could face a princess of a country on an equal footing was the tennis court.

Olivia decided to confront the princess in her own way.

“I want to beat her on the court.”

Participation in the Dublin Championship was merely a condition that provided proof of identity.

Although Edgar wished her to be the owner of the championship cup, she no longer wanted any more attention.

At least until a while ago.

“The law comes next.”

Her blue eyes, icy and sharp, began to burn hot. Olivia had finally started to yearn for victory.

Johan stared at the woman in silence, slowly as if exploring.

“Tennis.”

The quiet voice was sharp.

“Have you played?”

“…….”

At that moment, Olivia’s body stiffened. Her heartbeat became abnormally fast.

“Since when?”

The sharp gaze pressed on her heart.

“I’m asking.”

Each word flew like arrows. Her lips did not part.

Olivia froze, and only the man’s gaze avoided her.

Did he notice?
Each word flew like arrows and struck her. Her lips did not part.

Olivia remained frozen, and only the man’s gaze avoided her, running away. Did he notice?

The opponent was Olivia Blanshet’s husband. It had been only three years, but he was a man who knew enough about her.

“Olivia.”

Anxiety began to make her chest throb. She had to come up with a reply. Before suspicion deepened.

“……Before. Occasionally.”

“Before. When.”

Silence flowed again. The man’s gaze, urging an answer, was too persistent.

“……Before we got married.”

The words she spat out seemed pitiful even to herself.

If he checked with the Blanshet family, it would be a simple lie that would fall apart.

But once he returned to Londos, he would no longer have to face this and soon forget about it.

Olivia, who had been suppressing her emotions, slowly raised her head, pretending to be calm. Their eyes met.

The suspicious look in his eyes seemed to scrutinize her thoroughly, making it hard for her to breathe.

The gaze that clung to her helplessly and hung heavily was burdensome.

She wanted to escape.

“I think you should leave now.”

“With that appearance.”

As Olivia hesitated while getting up, she asked, her trembling lips tightly wound.

“Come in first.”

Johan filled a transparent water glass, saying, “I’ll bring your clothes after the meal.”

It felt like choking.

Johan looked up. Olivia, pretending to be calm, began to move the tableware.

The rosy lips quivered. The thin strands of hair fluttering in the wind emitted a rose fragrance whenever they touched her white cheek.

Eating without enthusiasm seemed no different from before or now.

Before getting married.

A person like Lord Blanshet would not teach tennis to his confined and raised granddaughter, even when she turned sixteen.

Except for imitating the awkward lady or seducing men, she had no knowledge. So Olivia’s words were nonsense.

Why. Why are you lying?

Olivia Blanshet playing tennis. No matter how you think about it, it doesn’t make sense.

Johan silently stared at the woman who was once his wife. People can change when they die and come back to life, but Olivia went too far.

What happened that day. You. Have you become someone else?

What did that damn Diane Brook do to you?

Even with Diane Brook’s death, this intense anger did not subside.

When curiosity about the truth of that day increased, the lips that had been sealed silently moved.

“That day.”

Johan’s gaze subtly shook.

Olivia, who was pushing a piece of fish with a fork, raised her head.

“At the lakeside-.”

‘If there’s anyone who should fall into hell for this incident, it’s not me, but you. Your Grace, it’s you.’

Diane Brook’s voice clung to her mind like an unpleasant scent.

At that moment, Johan was enveloped in a strange sensation.

The seemingly helpless blue eyes blinked slowly, as if waiting for his words.
“The young lady took more medicine than usual that day. After arguing with that woman… since she refused to take the medicine, she even drank alcohol. Perhaps, in frustration, she went to the lakeside and stumbled. That’s what the maid’s complaint suggested.”