Between one or two open collar buttons, the swollen Adam’s apple wiggled. The gray irises mixed with a faint blue hue on either side of the slender nose were mysterious.

“Fell in love again?”

Edgar chuckled playfully.

“Who saw whom first?”

Olivia replied, avoiding eye contact, while slicing through the salmon.

Certainly, the cheek that turned red would be even more radiant under the afternoon sun.

Feeling embarrassed, Olivia picked up only a piece of salmon.

Edgar enjoyed such a reaction.

He found great satisfaction in having a pawn to use and discard for this tournament.

“I brought this to deliver.”

After seeing Olivia’s face regaining color, Edgar took out an envelope from his inner pocket. Olivia stared at it intently.

“Open it.”
Olivia, who had set down her cutlery, picked it up. Olivia unfolded the documents inside and frowned.

“Something like this.”

Although several unchecked papers were attached behind, she neatly folded them and put them in an envelope.

“It seems unnecessary.”

“If it weren’t for Princess Anblin, they would have won. Knowing their play could be helpful.”

Edgar tilted the wine bottle into an empty glass, speaking.

“I want my player to win.”

“This is unfair.”

“Unfair… As Edgar, it was a difficult word to accept.”

“Their playing styles have already been exposed through various tournaments. It means they know each other well. Olivia, except for you.”

With this kind of information, there was nothing extraordinary.

“They also don’t know my style.”

Edgar chuckled. It was an incomprehensible stubbornness, but he decided to step back at this point.

The sparkling blue eyes shone beautifully.

Perhaps it was because he contrasted with Anblin, who selected and attacked only the weaknesses of the opponent as if analyzing.

“Okay, do as you wish.”

If it responded to expectations. Edgar gladly nodded.

Only then did the woman smile. Sunshine gathered at the tips of her beautifully raised lips. Edgar’s gaze, looking at the dazzling sparkle, was tranquil.

After Olivia cleanly emptied her plate, the meal was over.

The staff member who brought the bill was handed a checkbook, and Edgar signed it. Thick tendons protruded on the wrist trained in tennis.

Every time the square fountain pen moved, the light reflected on the gold decoration slid over the wristwatch.

It was a classic yet luxurious watch. Somehow, it felt familiar.

Olivia’s gaze touched the blue dial within the round octagonal frame.

“Patek.”

Olivia read the brand name casually. Where had she heard it?

She stared at the yacht mast swaying in the wind, lost in thought.

It felt frustrating as if she almost knew it, but it didn’t readily come to mind.

“Enough, let’s go.”

Realizing what it was, Olivia, who turned away, met the light gray eyes reminiscent of Johann. Eyes that brought to mind Johan.

“Ah!”

Olivia sighed briefly and stood there dumbfounded by confusion.

“Olivia.”

There was no sound in her dazed ears.

Patek New Watch. It was a gift chosen by Olivia Blanchett to celebrate Johann Leopold’s twenty-eighth birthday.

And soon, ‘Patek New Watch’ was scheduled to be delivered on Johann Leopold’s birthday.

⭐⭐⭐

The engagement of Johann Leopold and Irene de Krantz was officially announced at Princess Catherine’s birthday ball.

The picturesque scene they staged while dancing the waltz was enough to make them appear as affectionate lovers.

The princess was exceptionally elegant, and the duke could not be more exquisite than this.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” The foster aunts, the Margaret sisters, who had been eagerly waiting for the dance to end, surrounded Johann.

“It doesn’t matter. Sister, it’s enough that you’ve heard good news. Isn’t that right, Johann?”

“Still, you should have given a hint. You almost offended Miss Josephine. She said she would attend today. She seems to have not come, right, sister?”

The lively music was accompanied by the banter of the Margaret sisters. Johann quickly hoped this topic would end, unsure of who Miss Josephine was.

“This time, we hope you live up to our expectations, Johann.”

With a stern expression, Lady Margaret, the Foster Countess, urged. Johann nodded slightly and slowly exited the crowd.

As Johann passed through the bustling dance hall where the waltz was in full swing, heading towards the terrace, he noticed Princess Krantz chatting with Christian on the opposite side with Catherine. Turning his head indifferently, he stepped outside.

Johann lightly shook his wrist to check the time. Frowning slightly, he took out a cigarette, casually placing it between his lips, and found a match in his pocket.

“Here.”

Mikhail, who followed, lit the match. Johann lowered his head towards the flame.

Between the slender fingers, the cigarette glowed brightly as Johann lifted his head after the flame disappeared.