Chapter 90:

Chapter 90:

How could this happen.

Lennox flinched at the whisper that flowed out like a sigh.

A trembling hand gently grasped his cheek.

Suppressing the urge to immediately stop the hand from moving, he held his breath.

It was a strange feeling to have someone elses hand touch his face when he was on edge.

Lennox Carlyle disliked anyone touching his body. This had been a habit he developed from the days he roamed the battlefield long ago.

There are thirty-nine vital points on a persons head, and even an untrained person can easily take anothers life by accurately hitting just sixteen of them.

Pushing away someone touching him was easier than breaking a childs wrist.

But then

The touch on him was so enchantingly miserable, he couldnt push it away.

Juliet.

He pleaded in a dangerously low voice.

Please.

Please stop crying.

Without even looking, he could tell the expression of the woman before him.

Juliet rarely cried in front of him.

Thats why he didnt know how to comfort a crying woman.

He felt he could do anything to make her stop right now.

The being he desperately wanted back over the past month was in his arms, yet she kept crying.

Out of pity for him.

That fact brought him down.

Youre pathetic, Lennox Carlyle.

This was the woman who abandoned him without a second thought, even when he could see.

Now knowing he was blind, Juliet must be feeling guilty.

Then she would pity him, and then.

He clenched his teeth in silence.

Whats next?

Damn it. Did someone die?

Im not crying.

She replied weakly after he spat out his words.

It was an obvious lie, one even a child wouldnt believe.

* * *

Juliet knew how much he hated crying women.

Their relationship had always been conditional on not annoying him, so she just shed tears silently.

Juliet.

But it seemed she was mistaken.

I told you not to cry.

It was unclear whether he was threatening or pleading.

Normally, she would have just walked away, but now she couldnt.

Quickly, Juliet wiped her cheeks.

He happened to see it.

There were no documents that she shouldnt see in the first place.

She had carefully read and even categorized the proposal letters that he hadnt even glanced at.

Im sorry if I overstepped.

Watching her apologize with a calm face, he felt a bit taken aback.

Is that the face one makes after seeing the proposal letters intended for their lover?

He couldnt even tell what he himself wanted, but Lennox was extremely bothered by her expression.

There was no hint of betrayal or sadness on Juliets face.

Without knowing what specific emotion to detect from her calm face, he just felt strangely irritated. Until then.

He realized the essence of that emotion the next day when he saw her conversing cheerfully with someone at the palaces ballroom.

It wasnt a big deal.

The northern nobles were mostly arrogant and unfriendly.

Juliet attended the parties on his behalf, and like him, she didnt enjoy such gatherings.

However, some of them showed a particular kind of interest.

You can tell when something genuine and good doesnt need to show off. Its evident when someone comes from a good family and receives a good education.

Juliet Monad was no exception.

She sparkled even in his eyes that saw her daily, so how dazzling she must have been in others.

All Juliet did was chat briefly about a painting with a man, a secretary from another noble family who was also a graduate from the institution.

It was just light chatter about a subject he had no interest in.

Yet, he recognized in himself the emotion he had desperately wanted to detect on Juliets face the day before.

After that, he did what he usually did.

He threw away things that bothered him without understanding their value.

It seemed Lennox wanted to comfort Juliet, who lost her conversation partner.

But Juliet, without glancing at the luxurious items, looked a bit disappointed for not seeing her conversation partner again.

And then there was the day he found her in the palaces backyard, happily holding a mere piece of silver.

Do you like this cheap stuff?

Its not cheap. Give it back.

Lennox got angry whenever Juliet defied his expectations.

She didnt care about valuable items, yet showed interest in a cheap piece of silver.

* * *

Fiddling with the thickened wingtip of the dove in his hand, Lennox closed his eyes.

Now he felt like he had become that cheap item.

Velocita.

He opened his mouth toward the void.

With a whoosh.

The sword leaning against the wall seemed to be engulfed in flames, and the next moment, a beast with smooth black fur appeared.

(So, you finally want to talk to me?)

Shut up.

(Typical of you.)

Contrary to his words, the big black leopard stretched lazily.

(So, whats the deal?)