Rosenia thought he might kiss her, but he just smiled back at her. Then he pressed a very polite kiss on her forehead and slowly stepped back.
Though he did that, his emerald eyes couldn’t hide the unmistakable longing in them.
Her face turned red and she tried to escape from his gaze. She could easily see that he was being frank as well as considerate towards her.
Even though he was restraining himself, he still seemed like a time bomb. She knew she might not be able to get out of this room until tomorrow morning if she provoked him a little bit more.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
“…!”
Llewellyn’s big hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up. He didn’t even feel it absurd that he lifted her so easily. Llewellyn simply put her on his lap and smiled softly.
Rosenia noticed that the smile was just a trap to lure her. Sure enough, Llewellyn then gently stroked her cheek and asked in a soothing voice,
“Rose, may I ask you how you came up with that thought?”
To be exact, he was interrogating.
He obviously didn’t know the details, but like a ghost, he caught on fast that something was bothering her. Either way, he was a man with a scary keen intuition.
When she unconsciously tried to face away, he grabbed her by the chin and made her look at him.
She blinked for a moment and then stared into the sharp green eyes that seemed capable of seeing through her soul.
Llewellyn repeated the question with a sweet smile, which was quite in contrast with his sharp eyes.
“How did you come up with that thought?”
“… that, that’s because …”
She couldn’t find the right words so she just kept quiet. Whatever she said, she knew it had to sound plausible, but she couldn’t think of anything because she was sitting too close to Llewellyn; his warmth that could be felt through his summer clothes; his steady heartbeats; his heated breaths that would tickle her now and then. Everything was so close that she felt suffocated.
But the hardest thing to bear were his clear and upright eyes. His eyes were so clear that she could easily discern all the emotions contained in them. She could see how persistent he was from the look he gave.
It may have taken his all to call her by her given name, so wouldn’t it be better if she was the one who approached him first?
Rosenia thought about it for a moment and pulled the smile that she often used to coax Adrian.
“Then can I call you uncle, too?”
At this, Henry Lovick’s eyes turned as big as saucers. His lips moved slightly and there were strong emotions on his face.