It’s clear.
Gillian had retched.
He smiled and spoke sweetly, but there were thorns in his every word.
The shock of his unexpected behavior was brief.
“I would never imprison you.”
“If I were to imprison you, I would give you a world so vast that you would never think of it as a cage. Don’t worry.”
That morning, remembering him whispering so sweetly, Bianca sternly bit her cheek.
She had seemed to push him away, but, on reflection, her expression was one of hurt.
It was she who had been rude.
She had no grounds to be angry, how could she resist such a gentle protest?
“Gillian.”
Bianca summoned the courage to call him.
What Gillian wanted wasn’t an apology.
“Yes. My lady.”
“I will…”
At Bianca’s hesitant words, one of Gillian’s eyebrows slightly lifted.
He seemed displeased as if expecting an apology, so Bianca quickly spat out the words that were swirling around in her mouth.
“I will, do better.”
Swallowing dryly, Bianca looked down.
She couldn’t possibly look at Gillian and speak.
“I will… really try. But, please wait a little.”
For Bianca, this was her best effort.
Gillian, Julie, Hailey.
She knew that all the Barlocks were friendly towards her.
If she denied it, it would be a lie.
Their touch, their gaze, so tender and soft, how could she not know?
However, it was frightening because she didn’t know how long it would last.
She feared that the moment she fell into this warmth, the outstretched hand would be withdrawn.
If she was shaken, if she was left alone again.
She didn’t think she could endure as she was doing now.
Once you’ve tasted warmth, you can never go back, and Bianca knew this better than anyone.
The night she met Deborah and Duke Elian, the cold indifference of the royal family toward “Bianca Termina” felt particularly bitter, wetting her pillow.
That brief warmth, too, when it ended, left her struggling for days.
And now, a longer time.
Accepting this relentless warmth, she couldn’t guess how long she would have to weep alone.
Could she erase it by crying?
Could you understand my feelings, which I push away out of fear?
Something welled up in her throat, and Bianca swallowed it bitterly.
“I’ll try.”
“My lady.”
“Yes.”
“My lady, I know you don’t trust me.”
At words that seemed to peer into her mind, Bianca was startled.
“What…”
Hiccup.
She was so flustered that she hiccupped, something she rarely did even as a child.
Hiccup.
Hiccup.
Gillian simply watched her, neither offering water nor patting her back.
As if he heard nothing, he just brewed the tea.
It felt as if he was showing her how he could change, and for a moment, a corner of Bianca’s heart felt relieved.
Hiccup.
She covered her mouth with her hand and endured for a long while.
The rattling sound stopped, and Gillian handed her a cup of tea.
“It’s cooled down enough, now you can drink it.”
“Thank you. Hiccup.”
He was going to offer her tea.
Partly relieved, Bianca’s mouth tasted bitter.
She had pretended to be fine, but she thought Gillian had become indifferent, and she felt chilled to the fingertips.
She had been so guarded, had she already become expectant?
What should I do?
“My lady.”
If you turn away, how many days will I have to cry before I’m okay?
In the face of many questions, Bianca’s mouth would not open at Gillian’s call.
“It’s natural not to trust me. We haven’t properly met.”
“Why…”
Why are you doing this?
“With no other options, and without proper explanation.”
Bianca’s heart thumped, feeling like he was saying he never would have married her if there were another choice.
“You didn’t even know what that day was when you came out, did you?”
“I…”
It’s okay.
Bianca swallowed the words that were about to burst out of habit.
She couldn’t say anything, thinking that Gillian, the other party involved, didn’t seem to be okay.
Not just her fingertips, but her whole body went cold, and her ears rang and buzzed.
“It’s not something we both wanted or chose, so we can’t help but distrust and be anxious.”
This…
“This was wrong from the beginning. So, let’s stop. And…”
What should I do with this.
I should have been tactful.
I’m exhausted from doubting everything and raising my thorns like a hedgehog!
Bianca! What should I do with this.
As her nose stung and her vision blurred,
“Let’s start over.”
The words asking for a beginning, not an end, flowed from his lips.
“…What is that?”
Tears that had built up in her surprised, wideopen eyes began to fall.
“Bianca, will you marry me?”
“We already…”
Gillian, cutting off Bianca’s words with a lively tone, smiled faintly.
“Bianca, I am proposing to you.”
You can refuse if you don’t like it.
His long fingers approached slowly as if seeking permission, and stole a glance at her eyes.
The fingers with lively eyes were too affectionate and lovely.
“Me…?”
So she asked a question that she would never have asked otherwise.
“Me, is it?”
Stuttering like a fool.
Gillian nodded his head at the words.
“It’s a proposal to you, not Princess Bianca Termina.”
Me.
Not Princess Termina.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.