To Those For Whom Even Regret Is A Luxury (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 96

“Why are you crying?”

Dante, who had reached me in an instant, furrowed his brow.

“It seems what was inside didn’t live up to your expectations, huh?”

Tsk.

He clicked his tongue softly and brushed his fingers against my cheek.

Unlike his long, elegant appearance, his hand was rough with calluses, scraping gently against my skin as it wiped away my tears.

Distracted momentarily by that sensation, I realized a beat too late.

Ah, I must have made him misunderstand.

‘It’s not that I’m sad about that.’

It wasn’t that the contents of the safe had failed to meet my hopes.

In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Just thinking about the value of the documents in my arms made my chest swell with emotion.

Yet instead of immediately correcting his misunderstanding, my lips parted uselessly, forming no words.

Despite the coarseness of his touch, the way he wiped my cheek was careful—as if handling a fragile glass doll that might shatter at the slightest mistake.

That tenderness felt utterly unfamiliar.

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