Intensified ash-colored eyes stared at Olivia.

She seemed like someone who had carved out the events of that day from her memory.

If not, wouldn’t it be appropriate to find the culprit who carried her on his back by the lakeside when she regained consciousness?

Not to demand a divorce.

“Why by the lakeside?”

Olivia asked with a puzzled expression.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Now looking at the woman’s face, which was no longer unfamiliar, Johan spoke calmly.

“Come in.”

Johan, who had emptied the glass and filled it with water, erased distractions.

There was no need to deliberately recall unpleasant memories. The knock came then.

Olivia, who had just put a piece of trout in her mouth, was startled and stood up.

“It’s okay. Sit.”

Johan reached out, gently pulling Olivia’s wrist.

With Johan’s order to come in, the door opened.

“Nice to see you again, madam. Oh, sorry, Miss Blanshet.”

It was Morris. In one hand, he held a neatly folded maid uniform, and in the other, a pair of shoes.

“Oh. It’s been a while.”

It was easy for Olivia Blanshet to find the man in her memory.

She was even jealous of Morris, who had been following Johan like a shadow.

Smiling elegantly, Olivia greeted him.

Bending at the waist, Morris whispered softly into Johan’s ear.

“The princess has departed.”

Morris’s whisper reached across the table. Olivia hurriedly stood up.

“Clothes. Please.”

“After you finish your meal—”

“That’s enough.”

For some reason, Morris felt sorry and looked at Johan.

When Johan raised his eyebrow, Morris involuntarily closed his mouth.

Why are you angry? It’s not like you’re a couple anymore.

And why is this spark flying at me? And without reporters around.

Morris’s mind was flooded with questions, but even if he pondered, there would be no answer. If you have to do it, do it.

Suddenly becoming a meddler, Morris, like a shadow, left the bedroom.

“You, what about you?”

Olivia looked at Johan, who was standing still, and asked.

“Aren’t you going out?”

Even if she changed clothes in the dressing room, wouldn’t the sound still be heard?

The rustling sound of clothes being removed from the body.

Olivia was bothered by the thought that the man outside the door might be hearing such sounds.

“Please leave.”

Olivia frowned.

Seeing everything.

At the same time, the woman who lay provocatively on the bed, not wearing anything, came to mind.

Now, it was ridiculous to treat a woman who had been treated like a stranger as a foreign man.

At the same time, she felt stupid for reacting freshly when she didn’t back then.

“Miss!”

Ann rushed into Olivia’s arms.
When the sound of the carriage stopping in front of the quiet red brick mansion was heard, Ann, who had come running out, burst into tears with a flushed face. The front of her white blouse got soaked.

“Ann.”

Olivia had comforted Ann for a long time until her crying subsided into the yellow sunlight.

And at dusk, Edgar came.

“How’s your body?”

He looked pale and exhausted within a day. His sunken eyes looked tired.

“Any injuries?”

His gentle voice was incredibly affectionate.

“Fortunately.”

Olivia faintly smiled.

He would politely fetch. Why did I think it was me? Olivia blamed herself as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

Stupidly, she felt delighted.

The fact that even she, who had been abandoned by her birth mother, had become a precious existence to someone.

That would make sense.

You, confusing people so much.

Olivia was endlessly embarrassed by her unfounded fantasies. And her stomach hurt.

“I’m sorry. My carelessness.”

Edgar spoke with a tightly locked voice.

“It’s not your fault.”

Conversation was interrupted for a long time, with the teacup in between. Silence flowed. The clear evening came through the darkened window.

Olivia cast her gaze askew. The tea was cooling down.

“Fetch it politely.”

Elegant handwriting kept flashing before her eyes. The princess was so precious to you.

Why did this fact affect her so much, why like this…

Her stomach hurt.

Olivia’s eyes trembled with confusion, as if her eyes were twisting.

Because of Johan?

Edgar concluded, staring silently at the woman.

Last night, the only night he hadn’t seen her from Mari bothered him unbearably.

What happened?

What was said?

The eyes that had darted away, like running away like a guilty person, were uncomfortable.

She was the woman who focused only on him. So, Olivia, look at me.

“It would be better to move.”

The gaze that had been staring at the teacup suddenly turned to Edgar.

Yes, like this. Look at me.

The surprised eyelashes were asking where that place was.

“I’ll stay at the hotel.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

It was a resolute refusal without any hesitation.

“Why?”

Edgar frowned.

Because of Johan?

They had been a couple for three years, sharing joys and sorrows. Why did this fact annoy her so much now?

Edgar furrowed his brow.

“They want you to give up this tournament. They say they will continue to harm you in this way, Olivia.”