CH 91

Chapter 91: The Choice is Yours

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“Because I want to touch you.” Sigren replied proudly.

Yes, thank you very much for giving the honest answer of a twenty-year-old young man.

I tilted my head.

“Then are you ashamed of what happened to you?”

He calmly shook his head.

“I can’t believe I was beaten….”

I thought I would give it another try, but this time Sigren quickly pulled his hands away.

“What a bummer.”

“When I touch you, please don’t incite competition.”

“I can’t help it.”

Especially when he was blushing, it reminded me of the past. I know, it sounded a bit perverse to say this. But to be honest, if we didn’t look at my feelings of embarrassment, I was actually not someone who was adverse to skinship between lovers. I honestly didn’t mind. 

“And you’re the one who’s embarrassed when it’s you who’s done everything.”

As Sigren muttered those words, he stepped back, and looked at me as if I was a ticking time bomb. As if he was afraid of being attacked by me.

‘You started it!’

Sigren shrugged his shoulders at my silent protest of the unjust assessment.

“It’s dangerous.”

“What?.. Am I that bad?!”

Why did I feel like he was treating me like a wild animal now?

Sigren flinched. 

“It’s not like that.”

I squinted my eyes. 

“I won’t be on the terrace with you anymore.”

Come to think of it, why did every time we come to the terrace something always happens?

“Fiona, don’t be too angry.”

Huh, it was too late to try to appease me.

But I wondered how the hell the conversation became like this.

‘Ah, we were talking about Livya.’

He wouldn’t allow me to play with Livya, but rather should play with him instead. 

‘Why would he do that?’

I tapped Sigren on his shoulder. I’ll have to fix this issue first.

“Sigren, don’t worry. You are my most precious friend.”

“Friend?”

Oops.

“No, it’s the most precious person.”

“…”

Sigren’s hardened dissatisfied face softened slightly.

“Actually, it’s not that I don’t pay attention to Lady Priscilla.”

“Then?”

Sigren then said indifferently. “Right, just like you’ve said, I also think Lady Priscilla is pretty.”

I strongly agreed. 

“Right?”

“But because of that, she was always surrounded by a lot of people at the ballroom.”

“Isn’t that normal?.”

What was wrong with that? Why did he say that as if it was a problem? 

Perhaps Sigren truly could read my thoughts. He pinched my cheek and gave me a hopeless look of ‘looks like you still don’t get it’.

“If you’re with her, you’ll get the attention too.”

“Huh? Ah..hah?!”

‘That is a really useless reason!’

I was sure if that sentence came out of my mouth, Sigren would be angry, 

I laughed softly. 

“Are you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“…”

That firm answer made me rather embarrassed for asking it lightly. 

But it seemed that Sigren was serious. 

“Imagine our positions were switched.”

Then I imagined Sigren surrounded by many young ladies. The scene in my imagination was very bright and glittering. Damn, that was a harem. If that happened, the genre would change. 

I answered seriously. 

“Sigren, you can’t be two timing.”

Sigren nodded in satisfaction hearing my answer.

“That’s right, Fiona. Now you know how I feel—”

“If you want to see someone else, you have to make sure your previous relationship is over.”

That was the most important etiquette between lovers. If your mind is no longer there, you should definitely finish it!

“….”

Sigren paused.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Really?”

“If something like that happened, would you sort it out like that too?”

I nodded my head. “Of course, we should clean it up right away, don’t you think so?”

“…”

Sigren’s atmosphere, which had been bright for a while, subsided strangely again.

“What’s the matter?”

Instead of answering, Sigren bumped his forehead against my forehead. It didn’t hurt though. 

Then he spoke in a grumpy tone. 

“I won’t tell you this time.”

I touched my forehead lightly. Sigren seemed to like to touch my forehead, like flicking or now, bumping his forehead, whenever he complained about me. Was this his retaliation?

“Let’s go.”

Sigren grabbed my hand and pulled me away. In the end, he didn’t answer my awkward question. I followed him and calmly shook my head.

Terrace… the terrace was also a problem. Because, why did every time we come here, there would be something happening?