Her beautiful face, which was praised enough by countless men, could not overcome boredom and showed a dreary light.
ââŠâŠ.â
It had been almost an hour since she came to his office, and Monica was literally left neglected.
There was no change even if she made noise by tapping the shiny marble floor with her pointed heels and humming an unknown song.
Still, he didnât call her name. The only sounds he made were the sound of signing papers or drawing lines with a pen tip, and the sound of occasionally flapping and turning over a sheet of paper.
Eventually, Monica opened her mouth. From now on, it will be inevitable that sheâll be treated as a disturbance, but she was at her limit.
âAlan.â
âWhat?â
Alan didnât even take his eyes off the paper he was reading.
âBabyâŠâ
ââŠâŠ.â
No answer came back this time. He annoyingly wrinkled his forehead.
âTroy.â
The sound of dropping the pen rang the chilly office.
âYou.â
âNow you are looking at me.â
Monicaâs bright red lips drew a line. It was a lonely smile for some reason.
âItâs been a few months. Canât you give me a little welcome?â
âI didnât ask you to come.â
The dry voice scattered like smoke. The bright eyes beneath her flower-red hair eagerly traced the man in front of her.
â⊠Have you ever thought about me? Even once.â
âHa.â
Alan let out a light sigh and ruffled his hair in annoyance. His soft black hair wrapped around his pale fingers caught Monicaâs gaze as if possessing her.
âDidnât I tell you clearly? Itâs a busy time.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âI donât know why youâre doing this, this is troublesome for both of us. Do you have too much time on your hands?â
Monica, who closed her lips, raised her body from the sofa in the center of the office. While narrowing the distance one step by one to the desk, her jewelry decorations dangling from her head and ears swung a little and reflected colorful lights.
âItâs okay to put some work down a little. Youâre just hoarding excess work that your subordinatesâ should be doing.â
Soon she stopped walking.
âAlan, you must do thatââ
âThe reason why Iâm doing this,â
His cold blue-gray eyes approached her and stared straight at the woman standing.
âYou donât know?â
âI donât know. JustâŠ..Itâs sad.â
âMonica.â
Allan, who was exhausted, covered his tired eyes. His actions, facial expressions, and breath were filled with terrible boredom. Looking at Alan, Monica suddenly felt tears filling her eyes.
She continued with her trembling fists clenched together.
âI miss my childhood.â
â⊠What?â
âAt that time, you were sweet to me, too. You didnât regret the time you spent with me, and it didnât bother you when I came to see you. Rather, rather youâŠâŠ.â
âWhooâŠâ
Alan let out a slow sigh. Even though her voice was trembling unusually, he didnât feel any regret or had any intention to soothe her.
âLook at me, AlanâŠâŠ.â
Even if he was no longer affectionate to her, Monicaâs mind remained unchanged. The memories of the distant past, where they shared special feelings, were cherished in her heart without getting blurry or fading at all.
When she wanted to see him, she crossed the sea, rode the carriage to the capital, and went to his office, and what was waiting for her was always a cold, uninspired face. But it took a long time when she became used to it. She loved even that image of him, and only she can understand and hug poor Alan.
However, the reason why she became emotionally agitated was because she heard something she never wanted to believe.
âPerson. Thatâs tooâŠâŠ It was a woman.â
Alan Leopold, whom Monica knew, was a person who risked everything to get the family into his hands perfectly. It was the only reason he didnât abandon his life. Thatâs why he hung on to his work pathologically and always acted sharp like a thorny rose with temperamental sensitivity.
From what she heard from the familyâs servants, they said he never sleeps deeply. Time, especially his was of incalculable value, even if it were only a few hours or a few minutes.
So even if he no longer looked at her affectionately as before, Monica understood everything.
Sometimes he felt so pitiful that he was lovable. She wanted to support him in every way she could. It was just sad that he never wanted her.
If Alan finally holds the family in his hands and reigns as Leopoldâs owner, this journey will be over, and by that time, she will proudly set herself as his companion and the hostess of the family.
Alan will also thank her for waiting and smile brightly just like he used to do in her distant memory.âŠ.
âDonât be like a child.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âŠâŠIâve endured everything with just these thoughts.
âYou know I work by shortening my sleep. You must have sent the servants to watch.â
Itâs your specialty. Alan added.
âIf you really think about me,â
ââŠMelissa Collins?â
Monica said out a name that had been hovering around the tip of her tongue the moment she faced him. It was an impulse.
âSheâs taking up your time so much that you have to cut back on sleepâŠIs she that girl?â
ââŠâŠ.â
Alan did not affirm, but he did not deny it either. During that brief silence, Monica tasted the despair of blood flowing back.
âCan you say something?â
âHow far did you hear it?â
âHaaâŠâ
At the same time as the low sigh burst, the round tears fell over her smooth cheeks. Bentleyâs words seemed to be true. What kind of woman would have caught Alanâs eye when he is Monicaâs whole world?
His heart, which has never been allowed even a very thin slit to her, even though she has always dedicated her unchanging love.
âMonica.â
âNo way, you love herâŠâŠ?â
âWhy are you crying?â
Alan stood up as if in trouble. He pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her.
âDo you love her?â
ââŠâŠ.â
Monica soon began to sniffle like a child. Alan walked out of the desk with a look of helplessness on his face and stood in front of her.
âItâs up to you to misunderstand, Monica.â
A quiet whisper continued.
âWhy donât you think outside the box?â
As the handkerchief, which had his scent on it, touched her eyes, Monica held her breath
ââŠThe prince said, Alan is totally obsessed with her.âŠ.â
âItâs basically just blatant nonsense.â
The handkerchief moved slowly from the corners of her eyes to the cheeks, wiping away the long fallen tears. Monica shook her shoulder finely, ecstatic at the gentle touch that she felt over the thin handkerchief.
âYou said you werenât in a relationshipâŠâŠ but If you disguise yourself up and enjoy secret meetingsâŠâŠ.â
It was then that Alan took away the handkerchief soaked with tears.
âThatâs enough. Iâm not talented at soothing you.â
ââŠâŠ.â
Monicaâs red lips closed tightly. So that her tears do not rise again. The fact that a man with no talent for soothing a crying woman was soothing her like this gave her overwhelming comfort.
âIâve met her before.â
The prince she met in the private palace that night had strange eyes.
Ragged royalty with snake-like eyes.
She had heard it many times through Alan about his conduct.
Perhaps thatâs why his desire for her was exceptionally easily read.
âShe was a shabby woman with nothing to see. She canât even reach your toes.â
As such, no lies were felt in his words. It would be true that a woman named Melissa Collins is ordinary and trivial. That Alan is crazy about such a trivial woman, explaining it to him would be deeply frustrating, she hoped his judgment is momentarily blurred.
However, Monica felt very questionable about Alanâs being crazy about a woman. He is a poor guy who doesnât even recognize such close relationships because he didnât learn love.
In every way, Alan canât really love a woman. She wondered just in case, but his dull reaction convinced her.
However, Alan was a special man. No one in this kingdom is more special than him. So, if itâs a feeling other than love, itâs enoughâŠâŠ.
âItâs not something I should worry about, is it?â
âThat wonât happen.â
Monica continued, reaching out to his flawless cheeks.
âBaby, itâs okay if youâre playing with her for a while. I have done a lot of things like that, too.âŠ.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âIâm just afraid she approached you with bad intentionsâŠâŠ.I heard sheâs a woman who doesnât have anything.â
Alan gently removed her strangely seductive touch. Then he smiled with a smile that was clear to be a smile, but as beautiful as heaven.
âIt would be the opposite.â
ââŠâŠ What?â
Monica, of course, thought she heard it wrong.
âWhat did you say?â
âThatâs enough. Go back and rest.â
âThat womanâŠ.â
âIâll try to make some time soon.â
She was walking toward the doorway with Alanâs arm around her shoulder. He was kicking her out. Monicaâs heart plummeted to the ground.
ââŠâŠPlease tell me where your villa is. Iâll wait patiently there, okay?â
âNo.â
âThenâŠThen let me meet that woman, Miss Collins. If sheâs the person for whom youâre making time to meet, Iâll alsoâŠ.!â
Suddenly, the two of them stood in front of the door, and Alan grabbed the doorknob with his left hand, which was not wrapped around her shoulder.
Iâm sure he intends to push me away.
âWait a minuteâŠâ
Monica closed her eyes in a hurry.
âCan you arrange an introduction? Do you think Iâm going to be bad? I am not.â
âIt doesnât have to be right now.â
ââŠare you going to introduce yourself?â
At the same time as she said that, Alan opened the door. Some of the servants standing in the hallway bowed their heads at once.
âWell, that might happen.â
âWhat do you mean by thatâŠ?â
Alan beckoned and called one of his subordinates and instructed them to prepare a carriage. Then, looking back at Monica, he replied in the warmest voice in todayâs conversation with her.
âIâm going to go to Lunoa with you.â
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I donât know how deeply relieving the fact that the ticket sent by the stalker was real. That too in the first-class cabin of the finest passenger ship in the kingdomâŠâŠ
I was embarrassed, but my heart was pounding with great anticipation. I canât believe my dream of studying abroad begins with luck that will never happen again in my life. It was so wonderful that it was hard to find a word to describe it.
All of my memories with him were chilly, mostly terrifying, still veiled, but now itâs over. So everything seemed to be fine.
But I overlooked it again. The reason why I grew up to be such an introvert was because of this cruel life that constantly made me feel skeptical.
Thatâs why I had to drop the letter I had been waiting for.