When Pride Falls at Your Feet (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 96

“…I’m sorry. But I still think it’s right to cancel the contract.”

“Even in a situation like this, you still want to say something like that?”

“Yes. Precisely because of this situation, my decision has become even firmer.”

“Emilia.”

Her name was called in a dangerously low voice, low enough to send chills down one’s spine. Yet she paid it no heed and even tried to push his hand away.

“Your Grace, didn’t we enter into this contract for our mutual benefit?”

He let go of her wrist entirely, turned, then abruptly seized her right hand—only to immediately contort his face in pain. Confusion seeped into his furious gaze as he glared at her.

“You’re suffering great losses because of me.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

Though his fever from the injury made him hotter than usual, her hand—trapped in his—felt unusually and piercingly cold today.

So unnaturally cold, in fact, that if her face hadn’t been utterly devoid of expression, he might have suspected she was tense.

“And my ankle isn’t healing well. You’ve already heard it from my physician, I assume.”

While Fabio had taken Emilia away, the physician had returned to the bedroom. He had overheard everything the physician said about Emilia’s condition during that final check-up, so her words were nothing new to him.

But did that even matter? From the start, he had intended to keep her confined within his mansion. Her ankle could heal slowly in the meantime—once she recovered, she could simply return to the stage at the ducal estate.

Yet, contrary to those thoughts, the words wouldn’t come easily to his lips. Somehow, the way she calmly looked down at him with those indifferent, unreadable eyes felt oddly unfamiliar.

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