Chapter 84:

Chapter 84:

Juliet was greatly taken aback.

What did I say then?

Yes.

Roy continued with a calm expression.

Dahlia was supposed to appear as the saintess of Lucerne, but you wonder why she hasnt shown up yet

Juliet bit her tongue. It felt like she was holding her breath.

You said that.

However, Roys words didnt end there.

And you cried and apologized to that man, Juliet.

Roy smirked.

You begged in his hands, saying you didnt want to die again and to please not kill you.

For a moment, Juliet felt the urge to run away.

Why did she say that?

Everything went dark before her eyes. Not only did she need to check Lennoxs condition immediately, but she also had another concern.

Could the disappearance of the butterfly be related to this?

Soon, Juliet realized she was watching Roys reaction.

Of course, she wouldnt blame anyone if they thought she was crazy.

However, it felt a bit hurtful thinking those transparent pumpkin-colored eyes looked cold at her.

She couldnt even remember what she had said so far. After that, she even lost the butterflies.

Pff.

?

Hearing a sound as if someone was holding back laughter, Juliet cautiously raised her head.

Juliet.

Roy, who was sitting on the opposite seat of the shaking carriage, leaned forward.

He rested his hand right next to where Juliet sat.

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I told you. I dont care who you are or what you say.

Roy. I why did I say that

Id rather you didnt answer.

Yes.

Juliet nodded slightly.

Okay. Lets pretend I didnt hear anything. Lets just say I lost my mind for a moment.

Roy smirked.

* * *

The sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the gravel rang out.

The residence of Duke Carlyle in the capital was eerily quiet. This was because the master of the mansion declined visitors due to health reasons.

So, the sudden appearance of a carriage drew unfavorable glances.

Whats this? A visitor?

Just let me see his face. To see if hes okay, at least

No outsiders allowed.

Outsiders?!

Elliot, standing behind Juliet, was silently shocked. His face reddened with frustration.

During Juliets month-long absence, the Dukes secretaries, who had to endure all sorts of hardships, conveyed various threatening gestures towards Hadin as if to say, Are you out of your mind?

Yet, Hadin, standing in front of the door, didnt budge.

That was his duty, after all.

Hadin stood there, unyielding, like a statue.

In front of him, Juliets tense shoulders drooped.

Seeing Juliets bowed head evoked sympathy from everyone present.

Except for Hadin, everyone worried she would just leave.

Has he really lost his mind?

Juliet glanced up and calmly asked:

Is he very unwell?

At that, Hadins eyebrows twitched. An indescribable expression appeared on his stony face.

The shadowy knight escorting her glanced over the group and then stepped aside, allowing Juliet to pass.

You should see for yourself.

* * *

The room was quite dark, perhaps because of the heavy curtains.

Juliet cautiously entered. The familiar layout of the room wasnt a problem even in the dark.

Until she entered the room, her mind was in turmoil.

She worried about the conversation she had in Lucerne and how Lennox might have interpreted it.

However, upon seeing the man lying lengthwise on the couch, ignoring the perfectly good bed, her first emotion was relief.

She sighed deeply.

What on earth

What did this man think was the purpose of a bed?

Dressed as always, Lennox was quietly asleep. At a glance, he seemed uninjured, which relieved Juliet.

Due to the position of his head, even in the dim room, she could faintly see his face. The shadows deepened the contrasts, giving him a mysterious aura.

Juliet approached the couch, knelt beside it, and looked closely at his face.

From his defined jawline, prominent neck, and the revealed chest due to his opened shirt, his physique was not slender, but oddly seductive.

Juliet hesitated for a moment.

Even if he looks fine, there might be injuries somewhere on his body.

But touching him felt like it might wake him up.

While pondering, Juliet noticed his slightly grown hair. The dark strands were spread across his forehead.

When he slept like this, he resembled a painting composed solely of black and white.

It wasnt empty words when Juliet said she loved his face.

It was predestined.

From the moment she first saw him in a previous life, she was bound to love his face.