Chapter 259

Why is Brother here? (3)

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Aristine pulled her shawl tightly and fastened it as she slowly walked ahead. There were so many things on her mind so she was taking a walk alone.

The issue with the military communications equipment was a serious matter.

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She was frustrated because she didn’t know.

The wind blew through her long hair.

‘When will Tarkan come?’

Only ten days had passed since Aristine arrived at the capital.

If nothing changed, he was scheduled to return after another twenty days. But ever since she heard that he’d be coming back soon, she couldn’t help but feel impatient.

‘That said, it will be hard to come back that fast.’

Since communications were down, it would take some time to regroup with the other divisions.

‘I miss you.’

As she was in a daze and lost in thought, she did not see the tree root hidden under the fallen leaves.

“Ah!”

Aristine’s body tilted as the roots caught on her feet and right at that moment—.

Someone’s tight grip wrapped around her staggering waist.

Aristine raised her head and looked at the other party.

“Prince Hamill.”

When their eyes met, Hamill’s beautiful face broke into a soft smile. His turquoise eyes glistened smoothly under the autumn sunlight.

“Be careful.”

“...Thank you.”

After greeting him, Aristine took a step back and increased their distance.

Still smiling, Hamill looked at the distance that was made, then he opened his mouth.

“How are you feeling?”

He was asking about her refusal of his luncheon.

Aristine calmly replied, “I feel better now that I have rested away the travel fatigue.”

“Then it shouldn’t be any trouble to have a meal with me.”

Aristine lifted her head and looked at Hamill.

Instead of getting annoyed by her rude attitude, to think he was constantly making offers instead.

“An invitation from a political adversary does not appeal to me.”

“I am inviting you as a friend, not as a political enemy.”

Hamill took half a step closer to Aristine.

It was just the right distance.

Her purple eyes faced Hamill confidently. “I merely went to look for my husband of my own accord.”

At those words, the smile on Hamill’s face disappeared for the first time.

His blue eyes were filled with Aristine. Slowly, his lips parted.

“I’m jealous.”

Just as Aristine was frowning because she didn’t understand what he meant, Hamill pulled her hand in his grasp.

Aristine staggered, and the distance between them instantly shortened.

“Did you know something?” Hamill began.

Aristine’s silver hair fluttered, revealing her fair neckline.

Hamill put his lips to Aristine’s ear. He was so close she could feel his breath.

“I could become your husband, instead of Tarkan.”

Aristine turned her head to look at Hamill. His blank face was void of any expression.

“Are you proposing an alliance with me now?”

At that question, Hamill froze.

“I’m sorry but I have no intention of betraying my business partner.” Aristine finished.

Hamill, whose breath caught in his chest for a moment, laughed sharply. “Seriously, till the very end, you...”

At first, this part of her drew his attention because it was so unique. But now it was starting to annoy him.

“I don’t think you understood what I am saying.”

Hamill lowered his head.

His long platinum hair tickled Aristine’s cheek.

On his face was an expression he had never had before. An expression distorted from anxiety and nervousness.

Aristine looked up at him with surprise.

“What I want, is not a political alliance.”

Just as he was about to continue speaking...

“Ah...”

A muffled moan escaped Aristine’s lips.

Aristine felt a powerful wave of ‘something’ sweep through her entire body.

And then.

“...Aristine?”

Hamill firmly held her slender body as it collapsed in his arms.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were closed, unconscious.

“Oh no...”

Hamill quickly picked up Aristine.

Despite his elegant and scholarly appearance, his body was well built.

His eyes fell on Aristine’s face in his arms then he hurriedly moved.