The Villainess is Raising the Male Protagonist - Chapter 88

Unanswered Questions (11)

‘If you make that expression…….’

The soft eyes, as if touching her body, captivated her.

She could feel vividly what Carl was thinking, adding nothing.

‘Unlike Arthur, he’s an easy-to-understand person.’

That was Carl. A person who stands right in front of her and captures her with his eyes without coming a little closer. It hurt her more.

She wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable if he had rather whined. She said she gave him a chance, but neither she nor Carl knew the answer.

Can she approach him because he’s not coming?

Contrary to her thoughts, her body first approached Carl. Carl’s gaze was shaken by her, who took a step closer.

She drew a line, but she crossed it without hesitation.

She shouldn’t, but she doesn’t even think about stopping this foot.

‘If you don’t abandon me, I’ll hurt you until the end.’

It will be constantly repeated and at some point, there will be a moment when she takes it for granted as well.

Just as it was her from the beginning, without being grateful for his liking.

She stopped there and reached out to Carl, who couldn’t do anything. But not long after, her hand was put down in vain.

“Okay, just do it like now.”

She heard a calm voice in her ears. Surprised by the familiar voice, she turned her head and it was Arthur.

With her arm held by his hands, Arthur hugged her from behind and put his chin on her shoulder.

Was he watching from the beginning?

Since when?

Where in the world?

Her heart was surprised, and she jumped hard. She tried to take out the hand that was bound by him, but it was useless. As if he would not let go, she turned her head to the firm power and looked at Arthur.

Unlike the voice whispered in the ear, the eyes were frozen.

“You must have been peeking at me like a cat.”

Without dignity.

It was a word that naturally came to mind without adding words.

She got goosebumps that a man named Grand Duke Arthur Douglas was quietly watching as if he were a rat after overhearing other people’s stories.

“Don’t you think a Jaguar suits me better than a stray cat?”

Isn’t it the same to hide his body and just peek at the opportunity?

Well, it might be good for the Jaguar side to listen to. Now, I didn’t even want to bring the animal that suits him.

“…That’s it, that’s it. Why don’t you let go now?”

She looked at his hand and frowned. But Arthur’s one hand wrapped around her waist and locked her in his arms even more. As if to see someone, it was the same behavior as a child who said he would not lose something precious.

Arthur’s breath was felt on the back of her neck. Fluffy hair stood on her body and then she put on strength.

“Was it nice to take a walk together at this hour?”

“The Princess said she wanted to take a walk, so I just followed her as an escort.”

It was a pretty calm voice. Carl looked straight at Arthur. It differed greatly from the way he looked at her. It was the same for Arthur.

She felt it even without looking. He doesn’t like this situation right now.

Maybe he noticed what she felt while looking at Carl.

She wanted to see how far she was doing, but it was clear that he couldn’t stand it and jumped on them.

“Is it wrong that the guard protects me? Carl is my guard.”

“Didn’t you say I’m the only one who protects you? Wouldn’t it be ok as long as it’s a toy? It’s hard to show affection.”

Still, Arthur’s drowsy voice was heard behind her.

“If you get dirt on your hands, you’ll be the only one looking for it.”

“If it’s that, it’s already…”

“Shh…”

Arthur approached her ear a little more and whispered softly. Carl’s eyes were down as he looked quite friendly to others.

“I think it’s possible because he doesn’t know you’re not Mary.”

“…… You’re mean and low.”

“I hope you understand my desire to monopolize it like this.”

Slowly. He let go of the strength. Not yet. No.

No, he’s not confident.

She’s confident that she’ll hurt Carle even more……. Selfishly, she’s afraid he’ll leave her. She couldn’t let go of their connected string and tried to squeeze it in her hand again.

Even if her hands burst and bleed because she couldn’t catch a cold, she can’t let go yet.

Cold air passed by her body. The wind cut her as if it were cutting her skin. His watery eyes and unnoticed drooping shoulders caught her eyes.

‘Carl is crying.’

Carl, who came out of his mind and wished for her happiness while looking at Arthur. His eyes were asking her.

‘Princess, are you really happy?’

Why, why does she feel like she’s moving forward even though she knows she’s going to fall? No, they were all leaving and asking her if she was happy.

Whew.

“Happiness…”

Can she find happiness here?

She’s not sure. She’s always been anxious, and she’s still in danger now. Her emotions changed dozens of times, so she struggled, and it was still too much to live with Mary’s body, not hers.

She’s always been running away from the question she faced.

‘Am I really satisfied with this?’

‘Can I live as Mary?’

Struggling is like a bug that struggles to death. Maybe that’s the case.

So, what’s that?

She closed her eyes by trying to erase the thoughts that spread in her head. At the same time as the silence flowed, she cast a spell.

“Be happy.”

Being able to live, being able to do anything.

Because there’s someone who loves her.

Even if it’s not her, the shell is hers.

Because she has it right now.

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