"But… It’s not that I don’t have the courage to do so. I just have no idea how to tell her about how I feel…”“Can’t you just tell her directly that you like her and you love her? Love isn’t something complicated. If you beat about the bush, she might not understand what you’re trying to say.”Cillian thought about every moment he had spent with Yitty. She was exactly the kind of woman who would not be able to grasp what he was trying to say if he spent too much time talking about it. She had a straightforward personality, and it would be much more suitable to just tell her immediately that he liked and loved her. She might even respond positively to him.However, Cillian felt a little uncomfortable about saying the words so directly.“What’s wrong? Are you scared to do it?”Matthew took two glasses of red wine from the waiter. “Have some wine to drink. It will give you some courage. I believe you’ll be brave enough to say it to her after having this glass.”“I’ve said before.
“What do you mean, Lulu?”Matthew was unhappy with what Lucy said. “Am I that stupid, wifey?”Leon Corporation was as rich as a country, and he was busy manipulating enemies in business every single day. Why did it sound like he was too slow to understand anything going on around him when it came to Lucy?“You’re excellent in everything you do, Matthew, but why are you so rigid when it comes to this? What did Cillian say to you?”“Nothing. All he said was that he likes someone but doesn’t dare to reveal his feelings for her. He’s just a coward. It’s only with you that he—”Lucy pouted. “That’s enough. It’s been so long ago and you still can’t let it go.”Matthew had such a jealous soul. He could never be cajoled out of his jealous streak.“Don’t worry, wifey. I won’t get mad at you, but what happened between both of you… Anyone would have hard feelings about it. I don’t think my hard feelings for that will ever go away.”“I bet you didn’t listen to what Cillian told you and you
Cillian patted Yitty’s face. Her hot cheeks burned his fingers.For a moment, he felt like a surge of electricity had run through him, but he continued patting her face.He had to wake her up and give her a lecture. She could not be sleeping on the couch without anything covering her. She would catch a cold.Cillian took off his coat to cover her while thinking about this.“Wake up, Yitty. Stop drinking.”“Drink… Stop drinking what?...”Yitty finally opened her eyes. She seemed to see Cillian’s face in her stupor.“Cillian… What are you doing here?”She reached out to pinch Cillian’s chin. “You’re here… Drink with me!”Cillian lost his temper at this. “Do you still want to drink? Just look at how much you’ve had. Are you planning to drink until the sun rises if I don't come upstairs?!”The more Cillian talked about it, the louder he got. By the time he snapped out of it, he realized he had lost his temper at Yitty for nothing. He was about to apologize when Yitty suddenly s
The temperature in the room heated up the moment they touched.Cillian almost immediately pushed Yitty’s hand away, but both her hands that were circled around his neck refused to budge. She did not even give him a chance to catch his breath.She probably did not have enough. Yitty bit Cillian’s lip and Cillian trembled from the pain. Even his lips were quivering.“Yitty Jenks!Her eyes popped open the moment he roared her name.“Who’s making all that noise…” Before she could finish the sentence, she recognized the person in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of Cillian.“What are you doing, Cillian?!”Yitty kicked him right in the stomach, and Cillian fell leaning against the couch while holding his stomach.She had used quite a lot of force, and he did not manage to evade the ick.Yitty began shouting at him, “What are you doing in my room, Cillian? Where’s Lucy?”After that, she realized that her lips were a little wet.Could she and Cillian have… kissed?“You t
Even though Yitty had been unhappy about Cillian’s various actions before and there was even a point when she started to like him less, she knew very well what kind of person he was. He was not the kind of person to take advantage of another person, but why did she feel so angry? Yitty wiped away her tears and looked up at Cillian to say, “Alright. I’ll give you a chance to explain. Tell me why you’re in this room. Where’s Lucy?”Cillian said to her patiently, “You started drinking in this room, and Lucy couldn’t make you stop. She went downstairs to get help, and that’s why I came here.”“Well… Um… Why were we… doing that on the couch just now?”Cillian pretended not to understand. “What were we doing?”“Well… that…”Yitty could not bring herself to say it. She punched Cillian in the chest. “You know what I mean. I don’t want to explain it so clearly.”Cillian gave a soft laugh. “That’s because you were drunk and didn’t even know who was with you. You grabbed me into your arms
Yitty was almost blowing up. “What are you doing, Cillian?”Cillian said nothing but pressed the chattering Yitty against his chest.His embrace was warm, and Yitty could clearly hear his beating heart thumping even more wildly.“I’ve told you before that I don’t blame you, Cillian. It was a one-sided thing. But what exactly do you want from me now?”Yitty suddenly felt upset. Cillian had ignored her before, and after that incident between them, Cillian even wanted to draw a clear line between them. The more she thought about it, the angrier she was, but she felt more sadness than anger.She began sniffling the next instant, and her eyes turned red. Her tears were almost falling.Yitty thought about how cheap her tears were tonight. She had already cried in front of Cillian once, and she was crying again now.She was never someone like that. She was someone who could command others. Her subordinates respected and feared her.Yitty had never been someone to hesitate, but when it
Cillian took a deep breath. He did not expect Yitty to be so heartless about this. She was speaking as if there never was anything between them.Has Yitty really lost all her feelings for him?Cillian felt like the sky was falling. A part of his heart had collapsed, and it felt like nothing could ever repair it.He was in despair as he fell limply onto the couch. However, his gaze never left Yitty.There was no expression on Yitty’s face, and it showed no emotion.Cillian tried to search for any sign of sadness or sorrow on her face but found nothing.Matthew’s words suddenly rang in his mind. 'If you really love her, you should tell her immediately no matter what the outcome is.'Cillian knew that he could no longer suppress this. He had feelings for Yitty, and he had them since the day they met. No one had been able to enter his heart since then.The past was in the past and the most important thing was to cherish the person right in front of him.Cillian finally understood
“Are you telling me the truth, Cillian?”Cillian looked at Yitty’s hand that was grabbing him. He took it in his and nodded seriously at her. “Yes, I’m telling you the truth. It’s straight from my heart. There’s nothing else I can say if you don’t believe me.”After all, Yitty did not believe him before as he had used up all of her trust.Cillian did not ask for her to believe his words. All he knew was that he wanted to tell Yitty about how he really felt. That way, he would have no regrets.However, it hurt a lot for him to wish her happiness. It hurt so much that his fingers were trembling from it.“If what you said was true, why are you leaving?”He smiled bitterly. “Wouldn’t it be awkward between us if I don’t leave the room?”Yitty gave a long sigh. “If you were telling the truth, you shouldn’t leave the room.”Cillian was surprised at this. He asked, “Why?”Could it be…“Lucy was right. You are a blockhead… Maybe it’s better that I make it clear. Beating about the bush
As Gabriella examined the luxurious clothes, bags, shoes, and pants, she could not help but feel that Lucy was completely unappreciative of such treasures. She failed to utilize them to enhance her appearance! They spent quite a while going through the various garments and accessories, yet there were still items they had not finished checking out.Lucy gave an awkward smile, acknowledging her own laziness. After a long search, Gabriella finally found a piece that caught her eye. As she checked the tag, she was surprised to find that the dress was designed by a renowned French designer. It featured a V-neck, with simple yet elegant sleeves that revealed a hint of Lucy's arms, while the skirt was a refined and tailored fit.Gabriella held up the dress against Lucy, murmuring to herself, “Hmm, this one’s nice! You should try it on!” Even though she spoke to Lucy in a tone reminiscent of an older sister, she still maintained her authority as a mother-in-law. It made her words both
Since the previous incident, Lucy had become increasingly attentive to her children. She watched over them at nearly every moment. She feared that Charlotte might seize any chance to harm the children, so she remained vigilant and meticulous, avoiding any lapses. In her eyes, Matthew Leon and the children represented her entire world, and she could not afford even the slightest mishap.One day, Gabriella Sharpe visited their home. She arrived as lively as ever, wearing impeccably applied makeup that included an expensive shade of lipstick. Her appearance radiated the elegance of a woman of high social standing, making her stand out among the people on the street.Lucy welcomed Gabriella warmly, treating her with utmost respect. It created an atmosphere of family harmony. Gabriella settled into a chair, savoring the fruit that Lucy offered her. She held Johnny closely, reluctant to part with him. She showered him with compliments and laughter."Mom, you seem to be in a great mood l
Matthew noticed Lucy’s absent-mindedness and asked gently, "Lulu, what’s on your mind?"“Oh, nothing… I just think what happened to Charlotte is so sudden,” Lucy replied.“Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with us. She was always trying to harm you. Her fate is something she brought upon herself.” Matthew patted her head comfortingly.However, Lucy found it suspicious. Although the news reported Charlotte’s assassination and that the monastery had burned down to ashes, it did not mention her body. That kind of crucial detail would not have been overlooked by the media.Matthew had also considered this possibility, but he had kept it to himself to avoid alarming Lucy. Charlotte had been sent to the monastery because of him and Lucy, and she had to harbor a deep hatred for them. If she managed to orchestrate her own escape, what if she was now seeking help from Spades to target Lucy? That would be dangerous.“Lulu, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you or the ch
With nothing left to hold onto, Charlotte walked down the empty streets, her heart heavy with despair. She wore a black veil that covered her completely, revealing only her eyes. She even had on dark sunglasses. She dared not walk in the open or be seen, nor did she dare expose Juliana’s crimes to the world.She used to be a princess. Everything she had done, every privilege and indulgence, was backed by Arthur and Juliana’s love and permission. Now that her supporters had betrayed her, what right did she have to be reckless or demand anything? Surviving itself was a luxury. How could she even think of acting willfully?As she wandered in anguish, Charlotte found herself by the river. She remembered coming here with Arthur and Juliana when she was a child, laughing and walking along the bank. Now, each memory felt painfully ironic, and every kiss from Juliana seemed sickening. How could her world be so false? How could even the people she trusted most turn against her?Charlotte cou
Charlotte continued to hide within the castle, unwilling to leave and equally unwilling to let anyone know she was alive—unless they promised never to send her back to the monastery. However, she doubted that would happen, so she kept to the shadows. After all, the castle had plenty of food. It was far better than anything at the monastery.One night, Charlotte quietly slipped into Arthur and Juliana's bedroom. To her surprise, Arthur was not there, and only Juliana was present. 'Dad must be too upset to sleep,' Charlotte thought. She knew him well—whenever he was troubled, he would retreat to the study rather than go to bed.As she watched her beloved mother, a tiny bit of her resolve wavered. Juliana looked utterly exhausted, as if she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Charlotte had a sudden urge to go in and comfort her, but she knew that was impossible. Charlotte realized that seeing someone through a wall of separation was the most painful thing of all.Just as
The next morning, news of the assassination attempt on Charlotte was sensationalized across all media outlets. The internet was flooded with headlines about her close brush with death, sparking worldwide shock. No one could believe that Charlotte, notorious for her arrogance and harsh treatment of offenders, could have been targeted like this. Many who resented her strict, often cruel ways were both thrilled and stunned by the news. The royal family immediately tightened security at the monastery, dispatching a large police force to investigate what had happened. The monastery became a focal point of public intrigue.“What? That's impossible! How could there be no trace?” Juliana exclaimed in disbelief. Standing before her was the chief forensic investigator.“Yes, Your Majesty, there's no sign of Princess Charlotte’s remains,” the investigator confirmed firmly.“Fine, I understand. Leave me, and keep me informed if anything changes,” Juliana replied, pressing her fingers to her
As the footsteps came closer, Charlotte held her breath, not daring to make a sound. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared—it was clear they were targeting her. She watched as the figure approached the bed, moving so quietly it was as if they made no sound at all. What could they possibly be planning? Surely, the headmistress would not go this far?The figure drew closer to the bed, bundled up the pillows and blankets, and then doused something over them. Charlotte could smell it—it was gasoline! Was the headmistress planning to kill her to silence her? She froze, unable to move. The shadow struck a match and dropped it onto the bed. In an instant, flames surged up from the blankets.In the fire’s glow, Charlotte could make out that it was not the headmistress but a man. After setting the fire, he quickly slipped away without making a single sound. Charlotte crept out while stifling a cough, afraid he might hear and return. The flames grew quickly, engulfing the bed and spreading t
Over the past year or so, Charlotte had gradually come to understand that the world was not just about picturesque landscapes and lavish feasts. In the shadows, beyond her sight, lay a world full of schemes and deception. Despite her ongoing attempts to plot against Lucy Quinn, she had not noticed this aspect at all until she arrived at the monastery. Here, she realized how dark human nature could truly be.The women at the monastery constantly criticized and belittled her, while the headmistress was corrupt, using her position for personal vendettas. She was also driven by greed for wealth and status. All Charlotte wanted was to escape this dreadful place and return to her castle. She wanted to go back to her plush, comfortable bed. There, she led a life surrounded by maids tending to her every need.Thinking of this, she remembered Lucy and envisioned her seated in her rightful place, basking in the affection of Arthur and Juliana. She could see Lucy's haughty expression starin
In a moment of heat, Charlotte blurted everything out. Joan was dumbfounded! Was this really Charlotte? She usually did not talk this much, did she? It was not just Joan who was shocked; the headmistress across from Charlotte was equally taken aback. Charlotte was usually so obedient. How had her tongue turned so venomous today? The headmistress was left speechless as every word Charlotte said was so reasonable that no one could argue against it, and it even warranted some compliments! Although Charlotte was confronting the headmistress, each of her statements felt like a plea for justice.Charlotte was not done yet and continued, “Since you know I’m a princess, you should give me some consideration. Yet, in reality, I’m the one giving you all the consideration. Is that reasonable?” Charlotte’s arguments were layered and logical, her thoughts clear. It left the headmistress in a muddle while Joan looked on with envy! The headmistress glanced at Charlotte, feeling quite displease