Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 109
I wanted to see that smug face crumble, if only to salvage my pride from being constantly swayed.
But I couldn’t spit out a refusal so easily, merely twitching my lips.
His smirk still brimmed with mischief.
Yet, despite all that, his gaze was as tender as one looking at the world’s most beloved thing.
Who would have ever imagined? That Claude could look at someone with such eyes.
There was a time I dreamed of someone looking at me that way.
Is that why? Even though I cried my eyes out just before because of him and my nose was still stuffy, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him outright.
“You need to answer, Rose,” Claude whispered in my ear.
“I… uh.”
As I hesitated, suddenly, his hand slipped around my neck.
Claude, with a look of disbelief, chuckled and then carried me into the bathroom.
…He acted as if he heard an answer I never gave.
I grumbled inwardly but stayed quietly in his arms, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
We had just taken a few steps when—
Ding dong.
The abrupt ringing of the doorbell echoed.
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Startled, I looked up at Claude. His face had turned cold, losing all traces of laughter.
I’ve resolved the misunderstanding, and no longer think he will harm me, but I still feel a bit tense when he looks this cold.
I asked, curling into myself.
“Who could that be?”
Claude didn’t answer.
But then I heard someone pounding on the front door and yelling.
“Lord Claude, we know you’re in there! We’ve come with an emergency arrest warrant…!”
“Ah.
It was then that I suddenly realized the identity of the uninvited guest.
My heart started to pound heavily, thumping in a completely different way than before.
Kissing my pale cheeks, Claude then walked towards the entrance.
“Where are you going? I’m not even dressed inside…!”
“They won’t see you.”
Claude said in a subdued voice and strode forward.
I, clueless, just rolled my feet under the blanket.
Just a few steps away, Claude reached the entrance and pulled the edge of the blanket, completely covering my head. Then he pulled my head closer, burying it deep against his chest.
I hugged his neck tightly, trembling all over.
Finally, Claude flung open the door. Without seeing, I could feel the presence of many people beyond the entrance.
“Lord Claude, you are charged with the crime of kidnapping, luring, and confining an unregistered guide…”
“First of all…”
His sharp tone and hostile attitude cut through the other person’s words with ease.
Then, covering the back of my head with his hand, he buried me deeper into the crook of his neck and continued,
“I need to bathe my Guide.”
His voice was sharp as a blade.
I couldn’t see the people outside because I was buried in Claude’s arms, but I could easily imagine their reactions.
Sweaty hair, disheveled clothes, a face flushed from the aftermath of intimacy.
It’s not the usual Claude, who seems like he wouldn’t bleed even if stabbed.
Any fool could guess what we had been doing.
I don’t understand what he’s thinking.
My heart pounded with anxiety. I tightly grasped the clothes I could reach, and he leisurely stroked my back.
Then, a man spoke up.
“Lord Claude, I have to ask. Have you imprinted?”
I thought he would deny it. Because it was true.
But his answer was unexpected.
“Are you not aware of the 97.83% match rate we have?”
“…Excuse me?”
“You came here so late, yet expect there’s no imprint?”
I was so surprised I almost lifted my head, but he pressed it down gently with his hand as if telling me to stay still.
“We kept at it until you guys interrupted. Didn’t even stop for a moment.”
“…”
“If there’s no imprint despite that, it would be a miracle.”
