I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 122
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Even with the gloves on, it’s so warm. If she was to hold Mother’s hand directly, she might want to abandon everything and just cling to her.
“By the way, I heard the Duke has a cousin.”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
“It seems he’s going to make an introduction. I wondered if the striking resemblance is a trait of the Heinrich bloodline…”
Her father’s eyes flickered with anxiety. Emilia recited from a book she had read.
“Crimson eyes with golden ripples.”
“……!”
Her father’s face went pale. Seeing his hands tremble, Emilia released her mother’s hand and approached him.
“Father, do you know about the Bayern family?”
“……Who wouldn’t know? Their tyranny is well-recorded, eventually overthrown by the Jalliar family. You should know this much history.”
“The Bayern family had brilliant golden hair and blood-red eyes, traits that can’t be found now.”
“Don’t speak of them recklessly!”
“You seem frightened. Father, don’t you have anything else to tell me? Anything I should know or misconceptions I might have?”
“There’s nothing more. They were tyrants, and the Loren family merely corrected the politics to save everyone.”
“Is that so?”
“Stop thinking useless thoughts and focus on ways to restore the family. Why you care so much about the extinct Bayern family is beyond me.”
Her father’s eyes had calmed down. Emilia nodded and moved past him toward the door.
“Alright then.”
Emilia opened the door and called for Dell.
There was no need for guilt now; she just needed to follow the plan.
At the announcement that the wedding had begun, Emilia left the waiting room and headed toward the Majestic Grand Ballroom.
With each step she took, her heart grew calmer.
She finally stood before the ballroom. The light streaming through the windows seemed to shine solely on him.
At the end of the red velvet carpet stood him, waiting for her. Their gazes met and intertwined in the air.
* * *
Emilia changed into her dress. Dell unpinned her hair, letting it fall and braid it for her.
She put on the necklace connected with diamonds and glanced at the ring on her gloved hand.
“A ring, truly, you’ve followed every formality.”
She hadn’t expected a vow kiss, and in fact, if they had pretended to do it, no one would have noticed.
She lightly brushed her lips with her hand.
The dress, dazzling in gold, was adorned with pearls. Adding a small flower as a hair accessory made it look even more vibrant.
After finishing her preparations, Emilia headed toward the ballroom. She imagined that everyone’s attention would be focused solely on her.
However, her concern seemed unfounded as the focus shifted away from her due to the appearance of Leah and Dahlia.
‘That’s a relief.’
Emilia had just relaxed her chest when Mikhail approached her.
He extended his hand, asking her to dance.
The attention that had been fixed on Leah and Dahlia naturally shifted to Emilia and Mikhail.
Emilia forced a smile and took his hand. It took a considerable amount of time to walk to the center of the grand ballroom, perhaps due to the size of the hall.
The gaze followed them. She could almost hear the whispers of those who were covering their mouths with fans.
When they finally reached the center, the orchestra began to play slowly. As the soft melody filled the ballroom, they took their positions and continued the dance.
“You really follow all the formalities.”
“Something like that.”
Was this their second dance together?
It felt different from the last time. As they held hands and moved to the music, his graceful steps led her along, her small feet following his.
Time seemed to flow very slowly. As she moved in accordance with his lead, the surroundings seemed to revolve around him.
‘It’s strange. Last time, it was nothing but discomfort, but this is different.’
How could she forget that day when they were practically at each other’s throats?
The harsh words exchanged between them that day… Ah.
Emilia stopped her thoughts. She recalled the events from the party at Marquis Kerren’s estate.
Articles in various newspapers about the Duke and their private affairs.
How could she forget the day when the Duke and Duchess Heinrich’s harmony was known to everyone?
Emilia took a deep breath, tightening her grip on his hand.
“Focus.”
“…I’m trying.”
“It seems like your attention might wander.”
His hand, holding her waist, gently pulled her into his arms.
“It’s just that I’m reminded of that day.”
It was a memory she wished to forget, yet it had somehow faded so completely that she barely remembered it.
Perhaps she had become accustomed to him after all.
“Oh, you’re referring to the events at Marquess Kerren’s party?”
His eyes changed color in an instant.
“So, do you miss that day?”
“Of course not.”
The warmth between their clasped hands increased. Their gazes, locked together, seemed to entangle as if trying to understand each other’s desires.
