People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 173

“What is it?”

At that moment, I watched as Ronowe finally released the hand clutching her hair, smiling as if offering to let it slide just this once. Though I didn’t feel like either had truly won or lost, I sensed there was something uniquely shared between them.

“This feeling that everyone knows except me—I really hate it.”

Then again, if they’re close, since when did they become so intimate as to have secrets only the two of them know? What do they even do together at the mansion?

For an instant, curiosity surged strongly within me, but I quickly suppressed it, deciding it would be pointless meddling, and tried instead to close my mouth and quietly refocus on my reading.

However, when Ronowe giggled “hehehe” and, without any awkwardness, seemed to join Sasha in some unspoken conspiracy exuding a distinctly villainous aura, my curiosity only grew larger. In truth, Ronowe was merely laughing cheerfully—but why, at that exact moment, did I sense “villainous vibes”? I couldn’t say.

Perhaps it was because my memory so vividly recalled her adorned with devilish horns and wings?

I’d assumed their mutual love of books meant they weren’t entirely without common ground, despite the Fleur and Vladimir families being political rivals. I’d even thought that as the children grew older, they might grow slightly distant or become more aware of reality—but since that hadn’t happened, it was probably for the best.

Being overly suspicious wasn’t good, but being too careless was also a problem.

In any case, I decided this wasn’t a situation where I should pry deeply—it risked making me seem either misunderstanding or envious, as if forcing my way between them, even if I held no such intention at all.

More importantly, even jokingly asking if the two were romantically involved might later strain relations between their houses. Rash jokes, sudden teasing, or behavior completely unlike my usual self could be dangerous.

Whereas before I might have spoken thoughtlessly, focused only on my own perspective and firing off blunt remarks, now—having grown more empathetic toward others’ feelings—I tried my best to avoid actions that could lead to regrettable mistakes.

Besides, upon reflection… there was absolutely no sense of romantic feelings passing between Ronowe and Sasha.

If I’d spoken carelessly without restraint like I used to, Ronowe would probably forgive me instantly, but Sasha seemed the type who’d secretly despise me for it. Better not to tear down a tower I’d worked so hard to build. I resolved to suppress my curiosity firmly.

Just imagine if Freyrie overheard me making idle remarks about their relationship—how much she’d scold me if it gave her the wrong impression! The thought was dreadful.

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