Costas Orsi.
Son of a naval admiral.
The heir to the marquisate seems to like me.
I don’t know why he likes me, a simple civil servant, but his attention is too much for me.
So I quit my job and went south to live a quiet life. …….
“……W-what a coincidence, Bibi.”
It’s too much of a coincidence that we met in a secluded cafe in a rural town in the south, far from the capital.
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“Why do you keep running away, did I do something wrong?”
No matter what the situation, he was always gracious.
A man who never rushed into action, even when the situation was urgent…….
“……I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
Costas pursed his lips nervously as I hung my head.
“There’s something ……I really want to tell you.”
Oh, no.
“Why I’ve been chasing you. I’m more sincere than you know, Bibi, and I want to…”
“My Lord!”
I hastily interrupted him.
Costas turned to me, his eyes wide with tears.
“Please, please.”
“…….”
“Please don’t propose to me. Please… …….”
Costas’ expression broke down completely.