Stolen Crown Princess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 27

[…I remember.]

The voice replying carried an uncharacteristic tremor. He hadn’t expected her to bring up that very topic so directly.

Caliph took a deep breath. Though the party had ended, he’d momentarily forgotten the weight of his own words, lost in its lingering atmosphere.

When she promised to wait for “next time,” he’d carelessly assumed that “next time” wouldn’t be today.

Of course, if she wished, he could confess everything right now. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her—but that didn’t mean it would be easy or acceptable.

A vague anxiety filled his chest—the fear that he might be forced to start all over again.

Caliph had truly been happy today. Because he could face her without exhausting his emotions, stand beside her, hold her hand, and not hurt her.

Having lived Liurian’s life countless times in his stead, today might well have been the happiest day of all.

And so, paradoxically, Caliph was afraid. He wanted just a little more time with her like this.

He wished to create a precious memory he could take out and cherish on the day he inevitably returned once more to the beginning, when weariness from endless repetition might make him want to give up.

But there was no way Ibelia could have known his desperate longing.

[“I replied that I’d wait until Your Highness spoke to me—do you remember that too?”]

[“Yes, I remember.”]

Caliph nodded, gazing intently at Ibelia. It felt as though the moment he dreaded most had already drawn near. He wanted to etch into his mind and heart this face that looked at him so fondly.

Yet the words he heard from her were utterly unexpected.

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