Lady Devil - Chapter 173

173.

Johannes could not continue speaking. His throat was choked up uncontrollably. The emotion that could neither be vomited nor swallowed pierced to his bones. In the end, the silence that filled between them was like ruins left after a disaster. No. The silence may have spread not outside but inside Johannes. He simply could not hear any noise.

“What a fuss.”

Johannes felt a hand settling on his palanquin. He could not see Inette’s expression. It seemed he had lowered his head without realizing. His sister’s hand gently stroked his head, then tapped him as if knocking. Johannes raised his head with difficulty. A gaze that was simply clear, not at all different from usual, touched his retina very lightly.

“There’s no one who takes a deeper interest in your every move than me, yet you say such amusing things.”

This is what she said, looking at him with round eyes and smiling crookedly. Ah, this…

Heartless, indifferent girl.

As he painfully made a sound of inhaling instead of a sweet curse, somehow his eyes and nape were turning red. She is one of a kind. Yes. She is unparalleled in being insensitive and cold. However, his sister who treated him, who was as dark and heavy as the underworld every day, more easily than a handful of feathers, was rather his only breath. At the same time, yearning for his sister’s wall that was unlikely to crumble, now he felt like bursting into tears.

“…It’s only amusing to you.”

The momentum with which he had been trying to devour his sister whole until now was gone without a trace. Just a boy with unrequited love fever rising uncontrollably in his heart, pressing his lips tightly with a damp face to receive every piece of his sister’s gaze, every gesture.

In truth, he wanted to shout and rebuke her impatiently. That her ‘interest’ was always only half right and that was the problem for him. Could she not see him differently, could she not take away his anxiety forever. Johannes could neither shout nor plead. Because the answer that would come back was now clear in his ears.

‘How could I with a brother?’

You would ask, in quite a bewildered tone, because you are you.

“Still, I won’t tease you anymore, so stop being angry now.”

Inette, who had been staring at him with narrowed eyes, covered his cheek with one hand. Johannes’ eyelashes trembled slightly. His sensitive eyelids sank almost halfway, as if hiding in her palm. Johannes even turned his head to bury his skin. The sensation of Inette’s narrow long middle finger touching his earlobe and gently pushing up was painfully sweet to the point of dizziness.

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