I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 70
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As Rix hunched over, his eyes narrowed and gleamed with excitement, akin to a cat puffing itself up under the caress of its owner.
“I’m so happy you like it.”
“Yes, I do too…”
I am thrilled that Ivonne likes it too, although his words trailed off as Ivonne’s fingers brushed against his neck while adjusting the collar. It was an accidental touch, yet Rix instinctively pulled back.
Finally, the collar was pierced by the brooch pin.
“There. Done. Wow, it really suits you!”
Ivonne smiled warmly, looking back and forth between the brooch on his neck and the man who had silently bowed to her.
At that moment, Helix felt a sense of completeness.
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- Just as someone’s beginning can be another’s end.
Rix clearly viewed Ivonne’s act of affixing the brooch as an irresistible command.
“Who puts a brooch on their pajamas!”
Otherwise, he wouldn’t hesitate to take a shower thinking ‘I have to take off the brooch’ and ended up lingering in front of Ivonne’s room with the pajama top and brooch in hand.
“But, but…”
His voice was a whine. Although it was low and hoarse, almost boiling with intensity, to Ivonne, it oddly sounded like the pleading of a pitiful fox.
That night, Rix went to bed only after Ivonne had pinned the brooch onto his pajama top. How quietly joyous he looked then, words could hardly do justice.
‘While I’m grateful he liked the gift…’
Ivonne hadn’t expected such fuss. At the same time, she wondered, ‘If he reacts this way to just a brooch, how would he respond to other gifts?’
Whenever in front of Rix or dealing with anything related to him, Ivonne always found herself in contradictions. Rix made her feel multifaceted and complex.
Rix wore the brooch Ivonne had gifted him all weekend.
‘Had I known, I would have bought something more expensive. It was cheaper than Lenoel’s handkerchief.’
Ivonne felt a momentary regret but seeing Rix proudly and confidently roaming around the house where no one else could see, she consoled herself thinking, ‘As long as he likes it, it’s all that matters.’
However, the very next day, as he prepared to leave for work, there was nothing on his neck.
‘Why?’
While sitting across Rix, now without his white apron, enjoying their meal, Ivonne couldn’t shake off the question that clouded her mind.
‘He wore it all weekend, even with his casual clothes and pajamas, claiming he wanted it embedded in his neck.’
She thought his statement was a joke, but recalling the early morning when he presented his neck and antiseptic, suggesting it was serious, she was utterly bewildered.
‘But why… Why doesn’t he wear it when he actually goes out? Oh, is it because it’s a bit too old-fashioned for work?’
Understanding the reason didn’t lessen the feeling of emptiness and disappointment. Perhaps she had grown accustomed to the presence of the brooch on Rix’s neck.
‘And today of all days, our last day of going to work together.’
From today, Ivonne would officially become the Southern Magic Tower Master, no longer an employee of the internal affairs office, nor needing to commute to the palace.
The village children have already started calling ‘Tens Mansion’ as ‘the Magic Tower Master’s residence,’ and ‘the perfect maid’ as ‘the perfect Tower Master.’
Just the change in title made her truly feel the transition to becoming the Tower Master, separating her workplace from Rix, which made her somewhat melancholy.
And on this last day, the fact that Rix wasn’t wearing the brooch she gifted made her increasingly anxious.
‘Should I say something?’
Ivonne opened her mouth, then closed it.
‘No, I did gift it, but wearing it is up to Rix.’
It was a strange situation.
Ivonne typically didn’t care much about anyone. Even towards her ex-boyfriend in her original world, whom she thought was entirely her own, Ivonne never clung to him.
So why did every little thing about Rix bother her, turning into an obsession, making her want to control him? As if it had been natural and familiar for a long time.
Not only that, Ivonne, who usually didn’t prioritize appearances, found herself repeatedly lost in admiration when looking at Rix. Furthermore, she was so preoccupied with Rix at the ball that she ended up declining the dance offer from the Crown Prince, making Rix an exception to her habits.
‘Could it be that I… like Rix…?’
But before she could fully entertain the thought, her mind vehemently denied it.
‘No, that’s absurd.’
The mere thought of ‘such’ feelings made Ivonne dizzy.
‘It’s impossible.’
Despite these thoughts being her own private thoughts, she denied them repeatedly as if fearing someone might overhear. This reaction felt not just desperate but almost anxious.
Yet, hasn’t it been said? A strong denial often masks a strong affirmation. Ivonne disliked those who misused this phrase, but in this moment, it seemed aptly fitting.
Thus, she conceded a little.
‘Even if I do, say, like him, it’s definitely not in a romantic sense.’
