Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

What did he just say?

Whether my thoughts were clear on my face or not, Elliot shrugged as though he knew.

“My apologies for proposing to you so suddenly. And I’m sorry that I didn’t even bring a ring for this proposal.”

What’s he getting at? He’s really…

It was so absurd—so ridiculous that I couldn’t speak.

Elliot sat cross-legged across me with an elbow on the table as he stared at me.

With his chin propped up on his bent hand, he felt too close to me, so I flinched back.

It was a natural reaction.

My guards are up!

But what was his reaction?

“There’s nothing to be wary of. I don’t want to do anything to you just because I’m a prince…”

“Then just now, what kind of sh—what kind of nonsense are you saying?”

I corrected myself as I saw Amber rushing back with the trolley.

Elliot burst into laughter once again.

“You have a personality that’s easier to understand than I thought.”

“That is just an assumption on Your Highness’ part.”

I responded coldly.

What bullsh*t are you spouting here?

“Why? You don’t like me even though we’ve become closer in social positions?”

Ellipt, who had been talking with a light tone since earlier, suddenly spoke with a low voice.

“It’s not your status that’s the problem.”

“Then? What is?”

As I saw him tilt his head to the side, I recalled some old memories.

He asked questions innocently like this back then, too.

He’s originally crazy, but this was a more normal reaction than I expected.

After checking where Amber was, who’s ambling closer to us now, I smiled out of courtesy. Then, I replied to him.

“Anyway, I have no plans to get married in the near future. Rather than status, my own thoughts on the matter are more important in this decision.”

Perhaps hearing my words, Amber slipped for a moment, and I heard her gasp a little.

Well, you’re going to hurt your ankle that way.

No, shouldn’t I worry about myself first? This was definitely troubling.

Trying to predict what he’d say, I crossed my arms and maintained a haughty appearance in front of Elliot.

Then, on my lips was a very bright smile as I looked at him sitting opposite me.

“Ah, most importantly, Your Highness isn’t my type.”

Gasp, sigh, Master, thump.

All these sounds happened at once.

Elliot shook his head from side to side, his lips curved up to the fullest, then he straightened his back.

As the distance between us grew father, he continued to stare at me.

No, it was closer to him scowling at me.

After glaring at me for a long time, in a quiet voice that seemed to be a bit strained rather than his usual beautiful tone, he asked quietly.

“Then… What’s your type, Princess?”

“My type?”

“Yes. I’d appreciate it if you could tell me.”

My type…

Well, I guess I can tell you, buddy.

I smiled at Elliot with the same smile I had earlier.

Placing both elbows on the table and intertwining my fingers so my chin could rest atop them, I began to recite my long list one at a time.

“First of all, I like them tall. And a man who has a muscular body. A beautiful, enticing face. On top of that, it’s better to have a less flashy hair color paired with nice, shining eyes. No, not just that. Someone with a very good, friendly personality. Lastly, a man with large hands who could hold my whole head in just one hand as he pats me?”

I said all this in one breath, shot all those words like bullets going bang bang bang bang.

After hearing all that, Elliot only blinked in return.

He was clearly flustered, and he made me shout inwardly in delight.

Oh, I feel so relieved.

This terrible booger.

I expected him to be tougher, but I didn’t know he’d be this formidable. I didn’t even think he’d actually become a prince.

However, since it’s come to this, the truth should be pulled out from its depths. I should tell the Duke.

If I were to be questioned, how did you know he’s the Emperor’s illegitimate child?

Let’s just say I guessed it after seeing his silver hair.

Wasn’t the silver hair color seen only from the members of the Imperial family?

Ah, it’s so easy.

If you think about it for a bit, it’s not so complicated anymore.

With a relieved expression, I straightened my back and leaned against the sofa.

I felt very refreshed because it felt like a seven-year-old weight was lifted off my shoulders. Elliot’s flustered face was still staring back at me.

At that time, I saw Lucian approaching from afar. I was a little surprised seeing how angry he was.

He wasn’t the type to get angry over something.

Lucian just tended to ignore things he didn’t like or hated.

Especially if you put food that he didn’t want to eat in front of him. He’ll just pretend it’s not there. But he doesn’t know how cute he is when he’s like this, huh?

But then behind Lucian, there was something bright. To be exact, was that Noah’s hair hidden behind Lucian’s physique?

Why were they coming here together?

I watched as the two approached, hope inadvertently seeping into my gaze.

Nearby at the orangery, Amber stood still, at a loss when she saw Lucian.

“Amber, what are you doing? Bring more teacups.”

“What? Oh, yes—uh, no, Milady, um…”

The usually competent Amber stuttered like a broken doll.

I took in her appearance and memorized her reaction, smiling at the thought of teasing her about it later. Then, I repeated my words.

“It seems that Brother has come with his friend for tea. We’re done talking now.”

Elliot’s eyebrows rose high at my words, but I pretended not to notice.

It’s not my problem.

“Ray.”

With a voice that was distinctly lower than Elliot’s, a smile reflexively tugged at my lips.

“Brother!”

Lucian came to my side as I exclaimed excitedly. I was so happy to see him that I leaned my cheek against his waist.

“You’re here?”

The angry look he had on his face disappeared before I knew it, and the expression he showed me as he looked down was affectionate.

As he looked down, he sighed as though he couldn’t help it, and patted my head with one hand, stroking my hair.

When he did that, he would slightly pause at each interval.

I’m not sure if it was something he was conscious of, but I liked this habit of his.

Everything about this male lead was big.

His hands were so big that he could hold my head so securely with just one hand.

Think about it.

When Lucian and I first met!

At that time, Lucian’s wrist was so skinny that it got me very worried.

Although we were apart for seven years, the two years I spent with him before that was full of hard work trying to feed him well.

Lucian grew the most at that time.

As if he couldn’t grow up because he couldn’t eat much, he grew up more when fed him a lot of this and that.

So, shouldn’t you be proud of me?

This large hand, that tall height, those wide shoulders like the sea. I’m partly responsible for that, you know.

After letting Lucian pat me for a while, I jumped up and headed towards Noah.

“Brother Noah! I was sad that I couldn’t greet you properly during the banquet last time.”

As though surprised by what I said, Noah’s eyes widened like saucers, but he soon smiled bashfully.

Well, as expected. I saw it wrong that day.

His gaze on me right now was different from what I saw back then. No, maybe he was looking at something else and not me?

Who were you looking at?

I set aside the question for the moment, then arranged more seats for Lucian and Noah.

Of course, even though Elliot was there first, his opinion wasn’t needed. In any case, Noah politely greeted him.

Meanwhile, Lucian greeted him roughly.

Oh my, our Lucian.

You recognized that he’s a trash booger king even if this Noona didn’t tell you, right?

Oh, I’m so proud of you.

I turned to Lucian with a glowing look, but then his expression got slightly distorted.

“Why, Brother? You don’t like the tea?”

He always does that if he doesn’t like the taste of what he’s eating or drinking.

I picked a green grape from a plate and put it in front of his lips.

And I did that out of habit without realizing it.

“Knock knock, knock, knock knock knock. There’s a grape here for you.”

It wasn’t until I finished speaking that I was surprised even by myself. Even so, Lucian ate the grape as though he wasn’t bothered by it.

But then, instead of just taking the grape into his red lips, his tongue came out first, licked my finger, and then he bit the grape.

“Um…”

It surprised me, so as I was blinking in a daze, Damian approached me.

Going on one knee beside me, he took a handkerchief out of his vest and wiped my fingertips.

Only after wiping very carefully did he let go of my hand.

“Uh… Thank you, Damian…?”

“It’s nothing, Master.”

Then, Damian returned to his position. It all happened so fast, I decided to just brush it off and pretend it didn’t happen.

This was because several pairs of eyes were on me, and it was a bit hard to explain.

At times like these, aristocrats just smile casually to let the matter pass, right?

“Hoho, the tea tastes good, right?”

While savoring the tea, I gulped it down. I was suddenly very thirsty because of the persistent eyes on me.

“Hmm…”

Elliot, who was still sitting in front of me, snorted aloud and looked between me and Lucian alternately.

Then he muttered.

“So, a man with large hands, huh…”

Hey, trash booger king.

I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s not what you think. I don’t know, but it’s really not that, okay?

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