Chapter 314 — Hold my every Finger.
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'... Bloody hell.' — For the billionth time I said in my head.
It all went well until the mister and I separated our paths.
His mere presence is a breather so to say, but besides that…
'It-... it sounded so forced to me… Asking the duke to stay near Theressa with kind of roundabout motives.'
I mean, he's not stupid. He must have thought it was weird. Suddenly we, who barely engage in conversation and share time with the willful little sister say something as if we knew her so well.
'... It was practically out of nowhere. But I couldn't come up with another way to say it… You know I tried coming up with some other excuse throughout the trip…' — I told mortified to Marianne, aware that if not because of these annoying nerves making me impatient and brainless, a better and more natural request of the same to the Duke could have been thought of.
Nonetheless, I can't seem to think straight lately.