I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 60
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Mikhail gazed directly at her face which faced away from the sunlight. Emilia’s shadow, which had seemed small, stretched out as if to engulf him.
“Why? Do you think that would make you feel better?”
Despite his ignorance, he always carried himself with arrogance and pride, making her want to break him down.
Waves of emotion rippled through Mikhail’s usually calm heart, growing stronger until they twisted inside him.
He resolved not to tell her until she discovered it herself. He did not want to waste the years he had endured in silence.
At the most crucial moment, he wanted to deeply immerse her in despair for a long time.
If she developed different feelings for him, it would be easier to make her feel abandoned. Such a feeling was more cruel and devastating than one might expect, consuming a person easily.
“I’m not curious. At least not about anything related to you,” Emilia said with a blank expression. Yet even in this situation, her beauty shone.
Her large eyes, although not facing the light, sparkled like emeralds, and her skin was translucent like freshly fallen snow.
Having said what she wanted, she turned and began to walk away, her steps quicker than usual. However, Mikhail could easily catch up with her in a few strides.
He followed her elegantly and leisurely, leaning on his cane.
The shadows of the trees stretched long, and the breeze of the meadow seemed to push against his back, but he did not resist.
The dense scent of roses still lingered around her, mixed with the fresh smell of grass.
Yes, this was impulsive. He was intoxicated by her radiance that was shining steadily on her own.
Mikhail reached out and plucked the pin that held her hair.
“…..!”
Startled, Emilia turned around with her hair flowing in the wind.
“You’re a mess, Emilia. But it suits you better this way,” he commented as a pearl decoration fell to the ground.
She chose cold silence. Mikhail walked past her who had stopped in her tracks.
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Emilia felt a desire to cut off the hair that Mikhail had touched. Her hair, reaching down to her waist, was flowing.
The two entered the mansion without speaking. Emilia immediately went upstairs and soaked herself in warm water.
She could not understand his actions. Then again, she had no desire to understand anything he did.
After dressing in a gown, Dell carefully dried and combed her wet hair and applied some lotion to it.
“Was there an incident?”
Dell asked cautiously. Emilia recalled the events on the walkway and smiled bitterly.
“No, nothing significant. Just my hair getting disheveled by the strong wind.”
“It must have been quite a wind. I’ll make sure to secure it more firmly next time. I’m sorry.”
Emilia looked at herself in the mirror.
Her cascading hair was a deeper red than roses, contrasting sharply with her pale skin.
“Maybe tomorrow, I won’t do an updo and just sweep the hair back and tie it with a ribbon.”
“Do as you like. Did anyone else enter my room?”
“No, only the cleaning maid came to clean. No one else entered your room.”
“I see.”
Cleaning her room. Emilia’s gaze naturally drifted to where she had hidden the medicine.
They wouldn’t know about that.
It was unlikely to be found, since it was hidden under the bed.
“That should be enough. Thank you.”
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Madam, I’ve brought some warm tea.”
Tea?
She hadn’t requested tea. Dell looked equally surprised and gave Emilia a puzzled glance.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a maid with her head bowed entered.
At that moment, something about her awkward appearance made Emilia’s hand move towards her thigh.
But there was no sense of a killer’s intent to call it an assassin.
As the maid lifted her head while carrying the tray, Emilia found herself looking into familiar red eyes.
“…Miss Dahlia?”
Even upon a second glance, it was Dahlia dressed as a maid. Facing her unmasked face felt strange.
Her skin was unmatchable in its texture from pottery crafted from soft clay. Her long eyelashes, large eyes, and the open look beside them were captivating. Her full red lips were striking.
Anyone would admire Dahlia’s beauty that was breathtaking as it was.
Seeing her, Emilia’s brows furrowed as the image of Mikhail overlapped with Dahlia’s beauty.
“What brings you here? Or rather, why are you dressed like this…?”
“Sister, I’d prefer if we were alone.”
Dahlia spoke with confidence despite sneaking in.
Emilia nodded to the maids in the room, signaling them to leave.
Once they were alone, Dahlia relaxed and sat down.
“Seeing that I came undetected, it was worth a try.”
What?
Emilia was perplexed. Dahlia suddenly appearing in her room dressed as a maid was unexpected.
She had a bad feeling. Not wanting to hear what Dahlia might say next, despite not knowing what it was.
“I have a favor to ask.”
Just as she thought.
