Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 100
To believe or not to believe.
If I do believe him, to what extent should I trust his words?
I still could not cast away my anxiety. He had deceived me multiple times already. Maybe he’s just deceiving me again.
…But I wanted to believe.
When I got swayed by Azir and betrayed Claude, I realized something. Even amidst the confusion of betrayal and fear, I was worried about the trouble he would face because of me, concerned that he might never smile at me again.
Yet now, seeing him trying to clear up my misunderstandings and soothe me…
Honestly, I feel relieved.
I like him too much.
Even if it was deception, I wanted to overlook it, so much so that even his possibly false explanations were welcome.
No matter how the original game ended, what Irene and Azir said about him, ultimately, what mattered was my own heart.
The choice is mine. The regret is also mine.
And my choice is…
Q1. I posted before about a man I’ve been seeing recently. After a lot of thought and sincere conversations with him, I’ve decided to trust him one more time. Thank you for all your comments and attention.
A1. Omg…
A2. Haha… This is how love blinds you… This is why infatuation is so dangerous.
A3. If you’re determined to go through with it, then don’t bother asking for advice. Just wait until you post again asking for advice. I swear I won’t leave your fingers alone.
A4. Do you think he’s really being sincere? What wouldn’t someone say to woo you? I bet in less than three months, you’ll come back here whining with your ‘my experience with a jerk’ story.
Hmm…
Well, anyway… the story that he fed me just because it was nice to see me eat and become healthy sounds much more believable than the one about fattening me up to increase the guiding surface area…
…Irene would probably click her tongue if she saw me like this, thinking I’m being fooled again.
I might indeed be a fool, but still, I’ve decided to follow my heart for now.
Right now, as if to prove his words about me becoming too precious, he can’t even properly exert strength in his hands that are enveloping mine.
The anger that had surged to the crown of my head gradually subsided.
Like anyone after a big fight, we entered an awkward calm.
Fidgeting with my fingers, Claude cautiously asked,
“…Have all the misunderstandings been cleared now?”
Hesitating for a moment, I nodded, and he gently pulled my arm.
As I followed, he took my wet face in his hand and started to wipe it with his large palm.
Ouch, my face is wet for more reasons than just tears…
Sure enough.
“…….”
Looking down at his palm, sticky from more than just tears, Claude had a troubled expression.
I felt a bit wronged.
You’re the one with a cleanliness obsession. Who asked you to wipe my snot?
Sighing, Claude reached for the tissue box on the bedside table and meticulously wiped the remaining moisture from my face.
Every touch was uncharacteristically gentle for him.
Just then.
As he teased my captured cheek, guiding flowed down his fingertips again.
I fluttered my eyelashes in surprise, but Claude just chuckled, unfazed, continuing his task.
Then, as he finished wiping his own wet hand, he suddenly asked,
“You don’t dislike it, right?”
“…What?”
“Handholding, hugging, kissing, you like all that, but you’re not yet confident about imprinting.”
“…….”
“Lying, yelling, scaring with harsh words, not feeding you, and making you do this and that… what else do you dislike?”
Tell me. I will change it all.
He whispered.
My heart fluttered. I felt like crying again even after all the tears I’d already shed.
Unable to do so, I just silently shook my head. But it seems he noticed.
Staring at me for a while, he suddenly picked me up.
Where I was moved to was on his lap. Leaning my cheek against his shoulder, his solid arms wrapped around my waist.
Claude reassured me.
“Rose, if you don’t tell me, I won’t know.”
“…There’s really nothing. What about you, Lord Claude?”
“What?”
“Y, you were quite angry with me today…”
Claude was silent for a moment.
Just when I was feeling better, had I said something unnecessary? I was cautiously gauging his reaction when he calmly spoke.
“It’s okay.”
“You’re lying…”
“I can handle it.”
“…….”
“And by now, I feel more anxious when you’re too docile.”
“?”
I glared at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked. That characteristic, crooked smile I thought I might never see again.
Relief washed over me, but at the same time, my heart thumped wildly. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
