Even if Your Regret Holds Me Back (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 79

A venerable mansion located about twenty minutes by carriage from Evergale.

It had been a gift from Aslan to Christine during his lifetime. Granbleu was both the price and reward for giving birth to Eugene. He left behind many things, but Christine loved this mansion most of all.

Arched doors adorned with intricate carvings and paintings, Nero Marquina columns, walls and ceilings of statuario marble emitting a soft sheen, and every single window gracefully curving in mysterious arcs.

It was elegant yet firm, refined yet arrogant—just like him. Its languid dignity was Aslan himself.

Thus, Eugene, who seemed molded in his image, had to be the same. He had to know only how to be loved, just like Aslan. He must never have been allowed to love anyone else.

Just as Aslan had done to me.

Yet, he placed a fallen street woman into the Grand Duchess’s seat, claiming her a noblewoman…

“The Grand Duke and I are fated, madam. I need nothing but his love.”

Now, he had even taken in as a consort a woman from a ruined kingdom—her origins unknown.

Though Eugene appeared to possess the coldest blood of anyone, in truth, he had a soft spot. He often grew fond of pitiful, wretched things.

Whenever he cared for them, it felt as if he were comforting his own childhood self, so occasionally he would gather them into his arms. To the arrogant, entitled class who defied him, he was even harsher.

“You still shouldn’t have mistaken compassion for love, Eugene.”

Christine rubbed her throbbing temples. Even that wouldn’t be enough to erase Natasha’s face.

That leech, sobbing shamelessly, claiming she’d blindly come to Evergale chasing only love.

She’d thought Natasha would finally understand after her sharp rebuke left her sniveling with tears and snot. Yet, whether foolish or oblivious, instead of fleeing, Natasha stepped into high society.

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