The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 43

Lowell placed her hand on Peter’s cheek. Surprisingly, Peter didn’t push her away. Instead, he merely stared at her with relentless intensity. His gaze, quietly probing, was so unnervingly still that it was hard to believe this was the same man who had passionately sought her just moments before.

That suggested her “pleasant words” might have worked to some extent, yet they clearly hadn’t reached the depths of Peter’s true feelings. It couldn’t be helped—Peter didn’t genuinely desire her, and their relationship would always circle around this point.

Would it be strange if that fact felt somewhat bitter?

‘Perhaps I’ve become overly sentimental.’

Because Peter was the only thing she dared to desire, she had unconsciously assumed he must want her too—even though, in truth, what Peter truly wanted was probably not “Anette Martinek.”

Thus, even in this very moment, Lowell was alone. Perhaps, then, this journey was merely an attempt to soothe her own loneliness.

“…I’m simpler than you think.”

Peter, just how long will you keep leaving me alone?

“What seems difficult is only because you’re unsure of what I truly want. Once you know, I guarantee it won’t seem so simple anymore.”

“What is it that you want, then?”

“I’ve already told you—I want Your Majesty.”

It was pure sincerity, without a trace of falsehood. Though she couldn’t bring herself to feign love, she could pour her whole heart into saying she wanted him.

“From the very beginning, all I’ve ever wanted has been Your Majesty.”

“…Stop lying. I don’t trust you. No—perhaps it’s more accurate to say I’m suspicious of my own distrust.”

Neither distrust nor trust held any meaning before her words—only suspicion remained.

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