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Seret's expression was twisted as she asked Yuan how he felt about both his first love and his fiancée becoming friends.
“My first love? You mean Miss Elliot?”
Yuan asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Who else, then?”
“Who says that?”
“Everyone says that.”
And you showed it yourself in a past life. Seret shrugged.
“It is not wise to let rumors control your life.”
“You mean that I should not be affected by these rumors and maintain my composure? Thank you for the advice, Your Highness the Duke.”
Seret bowed, passed Yuan, and headed towards the stairs.
She was about to go up to her room, but Yuan immediately followed her, blocking Seret's path and extending his hand.
“Where did the affectionate fiancée who was with me throughout dinner go?”
When Seret kept staring at his outstretched hand, Yuan grabbed her hand first. He gently rubbed Seret's wrist with his thumb.
“Maybe she went home.”
Seret looked at him nervously for a moment due to Yuan's behavior, then she pulled back her clenched wrist.
But Yuan immediately grabbed her hand again. Yuan kept staring at Seret, holding her hand.
“Do you have something to say?”
Seret Yuan asked with an expression asking why he did that.
"no."
“If you have nothing to say, why do you keep holding my hand?”
Seret twisted her hand, trying to pull it out of Yuan's grip. But Yuan intertwined his fingers with Seret's to show her.
“I don't have anything to say, but I just thought of something I want to say.”
He wanted to question Seret's strange behavior by befriending his first love, she says. But Yuan was silent, knowing how ridiculous that was.
“It means you have nothing to say.”
Seret felt uncomfortable as she clearly felt Yuan's fingers between hers. She pulled her hand back forcefully, maybe a little harshly.
She immediately turned around and walked away from Yuan with long strides. She wanted to stay away from Yuan as much as possible, but Yuan kept following her, as if he wanted to harass her.
“Why do you keep following me?”
Seret stared at Yuan, who was walking beside her as she walked up the stairs.
“I think my room and office are also on the second floor.”
This is correct. Seret felt embarrassed, but she continued up the stairs with an indifferent face.
Siret went up to the second floor and headed towards the guest room as usual. Yuan had said that he would go to his room or office, but contrary to his words, he followed Seret.
“I believe His Highness the Duke’s room and office are in that direction?”
Seret turned to Yuan and pointed to the opposite side where the desk was.
“I remembered something I wanted to say.”
Yuan raised the corner of his mouth.
No matter what he thought, Yuan saw no reason for Seret and Lydia's friendship other than wanting to gain an advantage in the divorce.
He resented his fiancée who was diligently paving the way for the divorce even before the marriage.
Maybe for this reason, he felt like doing something unusual. He wanted to punish her, control her however he wanted.
“Go ahead. As His Highness the Duke’s fiancée, I am always ready to listen...”
While she was taunting him, Yuan's lips touched Seret's cheek.
Seret's eyes widened when Yuan's lips touched her cheek. What is this sudden behavior?
“Wh…what was that just now?”
Seret looked at Yuan with a puzzled face. Yuan admired Seret's confused expression.
“What do you think?”
Yuan replied with a question in a lazy tone.
Does this woman know that this is the punishment he inflicted on her? She certainly doesn't know that this is a warning that she won't be able to escape, no matter how hard she tries.
"I don't know! Stop doing this and say what you want to say, say what you want."
Seret rubbed her cheek where she touched Yuan's lips with the back of her hand, speaking harshly and with a puzzled expression.
Regardless of Seret's reaction, Yuan smiled, raising the corner of his mouth crookedly.
“I did it to say goodnight.”
"What?"
“A kiss goodnight.”
Yuan lied with a somewhat rude attitude. It was not a kiss with such a sweet meaning.
Seret was startled and let out a “hmph.” Isn't he really McVeigh? Why did he do things he didn't do?
Seret was shocked that Yuan did something to her that he only did to Lydia. She wondered if he was making fun of her.
“Okay, good night then.”
Seret spoke with a tilted expression.
“Frowning doesn't suit you.”
Yuan kissed Seret's cheek again.
Seret tried to rub the cheek that Yuan's lips touched this time as well. So Yuan grabbed her wrist.
“You said you were insisting on calling off the engagement because you wanted my attention. So why do you refuse attention when I offer it to you?”
Yuan frowned slightly dissatisfied, as he continued speaking in a low voice.
It was not pleasant to see his fiancée wiping her cheek with a disgusted face right in front of him.
“I'm moody, treat me like that.”
Seret said, withdrawing her hand from Yuan.
It was better for her attitude towards Yuan to be firm, but it was not as easy as she thought.
Even though she wanted to pretend to love and care for Yuan, her heart was torn, making it the hardest thing in the world. At one time, it was the easiest thing.
“I didn’t know that my fiancée was such a volatile person.”
“I hope my good fiancé will overlook this with a tolerant heart.”
“Are you asking me to consider this nice?”
Yuan laughed lightly and asked.
“That would be good. Bye.”
Seret smiled forcedly, turned from Yuan and entered her room. Seret rubbed her cheek where Yuan's lips touched her, with her hand with an annoyed face.
Because of Yuan's evening kiss, Seret remembered something from her past life that she didn't want to remember.
In her previous life, Yuan was not a caring husband, nor was there any light physical contact between the couple at all. He didn't give her a goodnight kiss even once.
Seret wished for Yuan's tenderness. So she decided to dare.
On that day, the light in Yuan's office remained on until late at night. Seret took Liyuan's tea, and inhaled her breath several times.
After knocking and entering the office, Yuan raised his head from the papers. His face looked very tired.
'Are you very tired? I brought you herbal tea.'
Seret placed the herbal tea on Yuan's desk.
Yuan quickly looked at the tea and then looked back at the leaves. He didn't give Seret a single right look.
'Do you have a lot of work?'
'Is there something you want to say?'
Yuan looked at Seret with a face of obvious annoyance.
Seret shuddered at his expression, but since she had hardly dared, she wanted to say what she intended to say.
'I'll sleep now. ...Can't you give me a kiss goodnight?'
Seret looked at Yuan after she said the words, watching his reaction.
Yuan was frowning. Seret's heart contracted at the sight of Yuan's shrunken face.
'Can't you see I'm working? If you keep busying a busy person with such useless matters…’
Yuan sighed without finishing his sentence.
'I'm sorry.'
Seret's face reddened at Yuan's reaction. She felt so embarrassed and sad that tears welled up in her eyes.
Before the tears could fall, Seret rushed out of the office in confusion.
“At the time, it made me feel embarrassed.”
Seret frowned at the memory of her past life appearing.
Shortly after that incident, I heard Lydia say at a tea party that nothing was happier than a good-night kiss from a lover.
“He must have given Lydia a hundred or a thousand kisses.”
Seret, whose mood had been greatly worsened by the memory of her past life, sat in front of the table. It was time to write memoirs.
March 25
Did Yuan's kiss hold any emotion?
I felt a little hurt because the goodnight kiss Yuan gave me, saying goodnight, seemed like a duty.
Even though I was happy to receive it from Yuan, who I love, I keep comparing myself to Lydia.
Throughout dinner, Yuan looked at Lidya with affectionate eyes. Maybe those rumors aren't just rumours.
I feel like my heart is being torn apart. Couldn't he look at me as kindly as he looked at Lydia?
Siret closed her pen, feeling truly miserable as she wrote her diary mixed with memories of her past life.
The feeling evoked by the memory of her past life was strong, pressing on Seret's chest as if it had just happened.
She could still feel the touch of Yuan's lips on her cheek, so Seret rubbed her cheek until it turned red. I felt disturbed that the feeling of Yuan's presence had not gone away.
Later, the annoyance turned into a feeling of injustice and resentment, and some tears even leaked from her eyes. Seret wiped her eyes and bit her lip.
No need to cry like a fool. It's already a past life thing, and you won't be hurt by it anymore.
What she wanted from Yuan now was money, not love. So, the memories of her past life are completely useless.
Siririth closed her diary with a stern face.
***
Yuan walked with steady steps, following the blood dripping on the ground. The blood dripping in the corridor was directly connected to the room.
'Whose room is this?'
Yuan thought, looking at the room at the end of the corridor. Whose room is this? Who bled like that?
Yuan took one step after another and then entered the room.
He found a blonde woman lying on the ground, her hair covering her face, making it impossible to identify her.
Who is this woman? Yuan didn't know who she was.
“Poor thing.”
Lydia's sobbing voice came from behind him. Lydia soon started sobbing.
Yuan heard Lidya crying and extended his hand towards the woman lying on the ground. He removed the hair covering her face with a careful touch.
The woman's face slowly appeared.
“Seret?”
The dead woman was Seret.
Yuan blinked, his eyes falling on the gun in his hand. At that moment, the sound of “Takh.” Random gunshot sound.
“Ha!”
Yuan let out a deep breath, waking up from his dream.
He felt a slight headache and pain pressing on his chest at the same time.
But the pain he felt in his head and chest was nothing compared to the anxiety that took over his entire body.
Yuan sat up. The sound of Yuan's ragged breathing spread throughout the dark room.
"the curse."
Yuan threw back his loose hair and uttered an insult in a low voice.
His mind and heart, gripped by anxiety, cried out. You have to see Seret. Go to Siret now.
Yuan got out of bed, opened the door and walked out without thinking. He walked with long strides down the long corridor towards the room where Seret was staying.
Yuan stood in front of Seret's room, hurriedly grabbed the door handle, but couldn't open it.
Even if she was his fiancée, visiting her at this time of night was inappropriate. He still had at least that much logic.
Yuan stood in front of Seret's room for a long time, then turned around.
Yuan returned to his room, sat on the edge of the bed, stroked his head and sighed.
A while ago, the same dream was recurring. The details were different, but the appearance of a bleeding dead woman was always constant.
Today, he finally saw that woman's face.
“…Seret.”
Yuan moved his hand away from his face and muttered like a sigh.
Why dream of Siret dying? Why does this dream keep recurring?
Yuan thought about the dream and frowned.
In today's dream, there was a gun in his hand. As if he was the one who killed Siret.
Yuan looked at his hands. Did you kill Seret in the dream?
“Do I want to kill Seret Enohater?”
The cold moonlight fell on Yuan's face as he muttered with an expressionless face.