Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 136

“Loosen up your expression, will you?”

“My expression is usually like… alright, I get it.”

“Why are you making that face? What if the mood gets awkward? I went to all this trouble to prepare dinner, and Lord Eloyd hasn’t even picked up his spoon yet—he’ll lose his appetite. Same goes for you, Claire. We have a guest over, and the atmosphere is way too tense. This isn’t good for our little Apple either.”

She patted her belly as she spoke. The mood had turned stiff at the dinner she’d arranged to host Lord Eloyd, Claire’s fiancé, with Ileina and Shuri both present, prompting her to finally scold them outright.

I was in a state where my emotions were far from settled—no, they couldn’t possibly be settled yet. Shuri, unaware of why I was upset, kept glancing at me nervously, which only made things more unfair.

Honestly, if someone saw us from the outside—me acting like an invisible ghost, glaring coldly at Shuri, who looked thoroughly cowed without even knowing the reason…

‘I look like the villain!’

If anyone asked why I was so angry at him, I’d have no answer. Though I suspected Shuri might have played a role in the death of my past self—the apothecary—I couldn’t even confront him, let alone scold him.

After all, if I—now in Claire’s body—asked him outright, “Why did you kill me and burn down the apothecary?” I’d surely be regarded as insane.

I couldn’t even ask how he came to possess Grandfather’s book. Perhaps it was precisely because I saw them as family that these worries weighed so heavily on me.

If I hadn’t grown attached to Ileina or Shuri yet, I would’ve distanced myself from them and quietly pursued the truth behind my death by any means necessary.

But now, fear held me back. If Shuri truly had a major hand in my death, what should I do? Seek revenge? Or forgive him? Both options felt impossible.

Revenge was out of the question—I’d grown too fond of them. Yet forgiveness couldn’t happen unless Shuri first asked for it, and that simply wouldn’t occur.

After all, I wasn’t Jane anymore—I was Claire now.

“I don’t know what happened between you two, but at least don’t show your feelings in front of our guest. Understood, Claire?”

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