CH 92

Chapter 92: The Choice is Yours

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As soon as Sigren returned to his palace, he met Kane Erez. 

“Your Highness, you didn’t take an escort again?”

“…”

That was natural. He was with Fiona, and if an escort followed him, for sure, they would get in his way. But of course, he didn’t need to explain this to someone he was not even sure they were an ally or an enemy. So Sigren glanced at Kane, then walked past him.

It was an act of disregard. But Kane followed behind SIgren unyieldingly.

“You’re too much, your highness. At least, answer me.”

Sigren replied sternly. “Quit it.”

“…”

Kane Erez was overly sincere for someone who was from the restrained high-ranking noble family. Nothing suspicious was found about him. However, being cautious was the more favorable choice for Sigren. It would be better to just drive him out. Missing just one guy was nothing. There was also no need for Sigren to hold onto Kane. Therefore, the last time when the assassin came, Sigren thought he had made his intentions pretty clear. 

Yet, apparently, Kane was a persistent person. His behavior didn’t change. He was even pretty daring. 

“Didn’t you find nothing even though you have investigated my background? So, could you please stop being like this?”

“….”

Sigren swore that he had never seen anyone so brazen like this in his life other than his teacher, Abel. 

“There was indeed no physical evidence, but I have my doubts.”

Because it was very clear to Sigren that Kane was assigned to his palace through the breath of Marquis Erez. Even though maybe Kane did not have any wrong thoughts, it would still be better to not have someone from that family around. It would be even better if the marquis gave up on sending someone to his palace. 

“But, doesn’t that mean I’m still innocent…?”

“I don’t have anything like that in my dictionary.”

BANG!

Sigren closed the door in front of Kane. 

Kane was not dumb, he understood what the prince meant, so he didn’t even open the door.

In the sensitive ears of Sigren, he heard the sound of grumbling outside his room then,

“If you keep having this rough personality like this, you would definitely get dumped by a girl soon…”

Sigren clenched his jaws. 

BANG!

Kane was startled to hear another loud sound on the door. He quickly walked away.

‘I’m not dumped yet.’

In a dissatisfied mood, Sigren took off his stuffy outer clothes. It was too late to call a servant, and he didn’t want anyone to touch him anyway. 

Sigren dropped his luxurious robes roughly on a chair. Tomorrow morning, the servants would take care of it anyway. 

He sat on the bed with his sword set beside him so that he could easily draw his sword. Soon, he saw the reddish marks on the back of his hands. He immediately knew that was Fiona’s lip mark.

Sigren shook his head violently. He tried to forget what happened today, but seeing the traces reminded him again. 

The slender, white fingers holding his hands tightly.., the touch of her soft lips on the back of his hands…

‘Fuck.’

Sigren was laying on his bed. He felt pathetic thinking about it. When he became her lover, he thought he would be satisfied to some extent. 

But not at all.

His greed grew endlessly. He wanted more, more, and more. The last time Fiona bit his neck, he thought something was going to happen. He was so close to grabbing her hands and doing something that might hurt her. Luckily, he quickly pulled his hands away and kept his hands behind his back. 

When he looked at Fiona, he felt a strange emotion in him. He wanted to see her smile, but he also wanted to see her cry while clinging to him. The teardrops on the long, trembling eyelashes must be more beautiful than any other jewels….

‘Shit. calm down.’

He had to calm down and think of something more important. Wasn’t there a precedent of him making Fiona run away once? He had to be careful and put more thought into his actions.

‘At this rate, would Abel really try to kill me?’

Sigren smirked.

But he couldn’t keep getting drunk on this sweet feeling. 

Suddenly, he remembered the conversation with Fiona today.

[“Of course, you have to clean it up right away, don’t you think?”]

If he didn’t hold onto her properly, was he going to be cleanly dismissed?

At that time, he was hoping she would be just as jealous, yet what he heard was the opposite. He was a little dissatisfied with that fact. Why the hell did she reach different conclusions in the same situations? Was it because she was so dense? But it felt different from that. 

‘Is it because Fiona and I are focusing on completely different things?’

But he advanced their relationship, became a lover—

‘Am I going to get dumped?’

But Fiona’s attitude was too sweet to think so. She still cherished him. 

To know what Fiona thought would require a lot of guesswork. Because no matter how much Fiona hated her opponent, she would never show her animosity. He had to work hard to guess and not do something that would make her run away as there was no way he could read her thoughts right away. 

‘Let stop, and sleep.’

Once he started thinking about Fiona, it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until morning. 

Then Sigren saw again the lip marks on the back of his hands when he raised his hands. 

“…”

Shit. 

Sigren sighed, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

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T/N: The room was quite hot when I translated this, I had no idea why.