A Red Lady (9)
She saw Theo’s handsome face heat up as he spoke. Like Catherine, Theo didn’t seem to find it easy to talk.
ā€œwhem. So I…… I’m asking about your intention. It’s also burdensome to receive a proposal when we don’t agree with each other.ā€
It wasn’t a burden at all. Kathryn wanted to get Theo’s proposal. Because I like you! How many times can I get a proposal from a man I like in a political marriage?
ā€˜I like….’
But Theo didn’t seem to think about it at all. Theo was unaware that the Marquis of Rasmine was not telling her daughter about the proceeds of the marriage.
For his part, he intended to keep it a secret until he received the letter of proposal. The aristocratic political marriage was impossible to confirm until a definite document was exchanged.
ā€œWhen I asked you before, you didn’t hate me…….ā€
ā€œI like you!ā€
Catherine, who was listening to him blankly, couldn’t resist and confessed.
It was as if he had uttered a word that was about to tickle her throat. Catherine said to Theo, surprised.
ā€œIt’s not that I don’t like you..… I like you.ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦.ā€
Theo’s mouth closed as he looked at Catherine. Theo, who was opening his lips as if to say something, soon turned his head. His neck turned red, but Catherine’s was still shaking.
ā€œWhat about you, Count? I…… d-do you like me? You don’t hate me, do you?!ā€
Tell me you don’t hate me!
Catherine didn’t even want an answer. Even if he hears that, her heart will stop.
If her heart stops beating, she won’t be able to marry him or spend the first night with him! It would be a lifelong regret to die without touching that chest.
ā€œThe…….ā€
Theo, whose face turned red, saw Catherine. He looked puzzled, but he was looking straight into Catherine’s eyes.
He thought that if a man was a man, he should look at the other woman properly when he said it.
ā€œI… like you, Catherine.ā€
Yes! Arggghhhhhh! Oh my god!
In Catherine’s head as she gazed at Theo, this kind of scream was echoing.
ā€œI love you, no! Thank you!ā€
He felt embarrassed at the thought of not being able to bear it completely, but Theo seemed to be looking at even that cutely.
Either he got used to it.
* * *
After that, it was as if she was walking in the clouds. Catherine did not seem to understand a word he said while walking through the garden with Theo as her escort.
She couldn’t believe he dyed his cheeks at the sight of her, and she had to desperately suppress the urge as the desire doubled in her lovely heart.
Under the will to protect this marriage, Catherine tried hard to walk through the garden with Theo with a calm face.
The scent of flowers in the garden could not be so fragrant that day. Theo led Catherine to a pavilion on one side of the garden because the summer sun was getting stronger.
ā€œā€¦ā€¦When you get married, you’ll have to live in the Count’s House for a while. I’m going to renovate the burned-out mansion and make it a honeymoon house, is that okay?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦.ā€
ā€œCatherine?ā€
Catherine, who was looking at Theo with a dreamy face, came to her senses. She belatedly recalled what Theo had said and uttered this.
ā€œI can live anywhere if you let me touch your chest!ā€
I’m doomed.
Catherine turned pale when she realized that she had spoken out her innermost thoughts belatedly. Hundreds of scenarios in which Theo abandoned her were spinning in her head.
ā€˜What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’
ā€œAhen……we’ll share a bedroom when we get married, so that much…….ā€
Catherine wanted to cry when Theo gave a normal answer to crazy words. I’m ashamed and at the same time relieved.
ā€œHowever, if you want, I will let you touch it from noon… Please say that only when you are alone with me.ā€
ā€œYes, yes!ā€
Kathryn’s attention, of course, went back to the former rather than the latter. Theo made a troubled expression at the sight of Catherine glancing at Theo’s chest with unknowingly blazing eyes.
ā€˜You don’t like my chest more than me, do you?’
* * *
During the three weeks when the audience became unavailable, the Marquis of Wenson met several nobles. He was in a precarious position, but his high self-esteem prevented him from doing so.
However, some aristocrats who sympathized with the situation of Marquis Wenson or felt sorry for him supported him. Relatively young aristocrats were not attracted, but some experienced old aristocrats were on his side.
Of course, it was possible because of the Marquis’ lie that his daughter was kidnapped and brainwashed by a Suin mN. He insisted that he could not hastily frame Rowena, and that the innocent Crown Princess was also deceived by the injustice.
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