When Pride Falls at Your Feet (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 92

In truth, bringing up the matter of my body had been half-impulsive. I’d only mentioned it to Enrico while talking about pride because I feared that if I went so far as to say something like that, our relationship would finally end.

If Enrico truly lunged at me, the wavering feelings I’d held for him would shatter completely, and any lingering attachment would vanish—so I’d spoken those words with mixed emotions, hoping to free myself for the sake of future revenge.

Yet, contradicting those very words, Enrico hadn’t sought me out at all, pushing himself to the background, while I kept muttering to myself the word “sincerity” he’d once mentioned, whenever I had a spare moment.

“…I must be mistaken. I’m just confused by this unfamiliar situation—that’s why I’m acting like this.”

Her motion of circling her ankle gradually slowed. Emilia, who had been staring blankly into space while still holding her now-stationary ankle, began biting her lower lip gently.

“What if he really is sincere? What would I do if he truly meant it?”

Emilia let out a deep sigh.

“Even if it’s true…”

Did it really matter right now? With revenge looming ahead, merely dwelling on romantic uncertainties felt like an indulgence.

Even if Enrico were sincere, my position wouldn’t change—I’d still be stuck waiting for him alone in some corner of that vast mansion.

Realistically, there was no way he’d seriously pursue a relationship with me, let alone consider marriage. And even if he somehow did harbor such thoughts, a union between people of differing status could never end well.

Of course, if I entrusted everything to him and let him handle my parents’ revenge, my body would certainly be at ease.

But would my mind truly be at peace too? The image of myself handing over my own affairs to Enrico and becoming nothing more than his doll, silently offering only a still smile…

In the end, accepting him now would merely mean surrendering my body to a fleeting moment of comfort.

It felt bitterly ironic—after having steeled myself enough to risk my life for revenge, I was now secretly swayed toward the easier path.

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