To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 018

18.

From the beginning, it wasn’t Marquis Bensley—Yingyun, Logan or Morgan?—who had rejected her.

On the contrary, he had initially been overjoyed. He even sent three entire baskets of expensive flowers through his servants. But then, suddenly, he stopped contacting her, and abruptly sent a rejection letter. He claimed he had fallen into a fated love with a woman he’d coincidentally met?

The second was the grandson of a count whose name she couldn’t even recall. She had liked his seemingly innocent face… but he claimed he’d fallen off his horse on the way up to the capital and injured his leg. Though there would be no lasting aftereffects, he insisted he needed at least thirty-one days of rest, and thus regretfully couldn’t attend. He sent a long, detailed letter explaining his absence.

The third man who had accepted her invitation met with a carriage accident. He wasn’t in danger of his life, but, coincidentally, his knee had been badly injured, making dancing impossible.

After that, it had been the same pattern over and over. Men would joyfully accept being her partner, only to later back out due to unavoidable circumstances… Eventually, rumors began spreading, and more often than not, rejection letters arrived even before she could extend an invitation.

Day after day, she was cornered like this—now, with the ball only two days away, she had no one to attend with. At this point, even Rosetta, normally calm and composed, felt as though fire had reached her feet.

According to Lady Valmont, for a noble lady to attend a ball without a partner was tantamount to declaring herself a wallflower—and that, she said, was a tremendous disgrace. Especially since this ball was the first social event she would attend after ‘Leah’ had been publicly broken off from the crown prince.

If she failed to secure a proper partner here, her future… Rosetta shuddered violently, as if just imagining it made her flesh crawl.

She would probably be led by the Duke into some monastery. And noble ladies’ convents were usually places from which one could hardly escape once entered. It wasn’t called, alongside marriage, a woman’s grave for nothing.

Therefore, she absolutely had to secure a partner at this ball.

If necessary, by any means possible!

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“So, exactly why can’t you go?”

Hugo shrank back under the lady’s harsh scolding. Her tone, though technically polite, was no different from that of a back-alley thug. In fact, it wasn’t even polite in the slightest.

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