There Is No Paradise Where I Ran Away To (14 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 50

Five days—a short yet long stretch of time—had passed. It was now the day they were supposed to leave Rottermond for the capital, and trouble finally erupted.

Susanna, who had been shivering and coughing faintly since the evening of the fourth day, finally collapsed in bed at dawn on the fifth. Consequently, Susanna’s trip to the capital was canceled—but the real issue was that Charlotte’s journey was canceled as well.

The incident began with Susanna’s original plan: she had summoned Charlotte to Rottermond precisely to prevent Edwin and Vivian from being alone together for an entire week. However, not wanting Charlotte to accompany her to the capital, Susanna had written a letter to Charlotte’s fiancé, Zimmermann, inviting him to Rottermond.

Thus, Baron Zimmermann was currently en route to Rottermond to meet Charlotte, leaving Charlotte no choice but to remain there.

Edwin, who had desperately wanted to take Charlotte away from Rottermond despite her obvious displeasure at staying, changed his stance upon hearing that the baron was coming. Charlotte, unable to find a legitimate reason to abandon Baron Zimmermann and leave Rottermond, reluctantly gave up on traveling to the capital.

Though Susanna had devised a cunning and meticulous scheme, it was she herself who fell into its trap—and she wasn’t the only one ensnared by it.

Vivian, now unexpectedly left alone with Edwin in the carriage, frantically searched for an excuse to stay behind in Rottermond. But lacking quick thinking, she helplessly climbed into the carriage under pressing time constraints.

Rottermond Castle was on high alert due to the recent death of Baron Beitnes from consumption. Fearing that the baroness’s simple cold might escalate into consumption, she wasn’t permitted to step even a single foot outside her room. Thus, the Beitnes carriage quietly departed Rottermond Castle.

In the silence, the grating sound of wheels scraping against dirt pushed its way in. Their bodies swayed gently to the rhythmic jostling of the carriage.

Vivian kept her back and neck perfectly straight, eyes lowered. At the edge of her vision, she glimpsed the black toe of a man’s shoe, positioned just a finger’s width away from her own. Though it seemed they might touch at any moment, she decided to be considerate of his discomfort from his long legs.

“Just to be clear—just because we’re alone again doesn’t mean you can touch or embrace me like you did back then.”

“This time, I’ll clench my fist. My palm won’t hurt at all.”

Her firm warning was met only with a scoff. Vivian’s brows twitched in irritation, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“If you do that, I’ll jump out of this carriage. If you feel the urge to hold me, go ahead and strangle me instead.”

In lieu of a reply, he merely stretched his legs further, his smile lazy and drawn-out. The toe of his shoe brushed against the tip of Vivian’s foot.

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