I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 64
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“The Duke might have seen you.”
“Don’t worry, Sister. I won’t return to the ballroom. I’ll quietly get into the carriage and go home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sister seems to think I shouldn’t meet the King.”
“You haven’t made your debut yet, and more importantly, you’re not here officially, so you might end up the subject of gossip.”
“Oh my, are you worried about me? But Sister…”
Dahlia clasped her hands together and smirked slyly.
“Instead of worrying about me, shouldn’t you be more concerned about your future? You have to continue a married life with a man who’s no different from an enemy.”
“Thank you for the advice. I’ll go inside first, so you head back to the mansion.”
“Sure.”
Dahlia turned and walked towards where the carriage was parked. She walked with confidence, but then her steps halted.
Glancing back, she saw Emilia.
‘She’s so suspicious.’
Dahlia opened the carriage door and climbed inside.
She had finally seen the much-discussed face. Not just that, she had also picked up various stories from the maids around her.
There were rumors that the seat beside Adrian von Konrad was vacant and that he would soon take a princess from another country or a high-born noblewoman as his wife to reinforce his legitimacy.
That man was the bastard son of the bloodline of King Konrad, who had killed her grandfather and parents.
Dahlia clenched her teeth, recalling the violet eyes she had faced.
‘What a vulgar bloodline.’
There was no trace of royal lineage to be found in him. From the pitch-black hair to the dark, sinister, shining purple eyes, there was no trace of nobility no matter how hard one looked.
Though her departure was sudden, the unexpected gains made it not too bad for a trip. Dahlia took off the hat that had hidden her golden hair and looked down at her own shabby appearance.
“Your place will soon be taken by me, Adrian.”
The road back to the mansion felt unusually long.
‘I think I caught Brother’s eye.’
Even if he did recognize her, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t dare cast out his only blood relative and family member.
* * *
Adrian was somehow irked by the maid who had left with Emilia.
‘There’s something familiar about her.’
His gaze then settled on Mikhail.
That insufferably irritating aura was quite similar to his. He hadn’t seen her face, but strangely, he felt it.
The maid’s outfit seemed incredibly awkward on her. Her walk, her presence, all of it felt discordant.
Like wearing stolen clothes, it was jarring, drawing his attention repeatedly.
‘Have I come to the point of lusting after a maid?’
Adrian sneered at himself. Disgusted with himself for being drawn to someone of such lowly status, when he could have anyone he wanted.
Yet, despite his self-disgust, Adrian was still curious about that maid.
Perhaps he wouldn’t have been interested if it weren’t related to Emilia, but his curiosity was piqued by the way she seemed to be desperately hiding something from his view.
He wanted to unravel everything about Emilia. He wished for her to be endlessly shaken by him.
Finally, Adrian approached Emilia. Having left the ballroom and returned, she had no choice but to face him.
“Madam Heinrich, would you honor me with a dance?”
“…The first dance should be with the daughter of Count Ablio, not with me.”
“I am above such rules. If I choose to dance first with someone I wish, no one would dare to criticize.”
“I am not very good at dancing.”
It was a roundabout refusal, but Adrian responded with a broad smile.
“Don’t worry if you step on my feet. Just trust me, and you’ll find yourself dancing naturally.”
She bit her lip, looking visibly nervous. Adrian commanded coldly.
“It would be best not to refuse this dance. Unless you want me to turn my attention to someone else.”
Finally, Emilia gently placed her hand on his.
The music changed, and Adrian and Emilia took center stage. As he grasped her waist, her face visibly contorted.
Even that delighted Adrian.
“Yes, I like your reactions like this.”
Everyone else had dishonest faces in his presence.
But Emilia always responded honestly and vividly.
Adrian liked this side of Emilia.
* * *
“Oh my, His Majesty dances so well.”
“Madam Heinrich is quite good herself. But hasn’t there been a mix-up? It’s unusual for the first dance not to be with the child of the host, Count Ablio, but with Madam Heinrich.”
“The Duke might not be pleased…”
Whispers circled among the onlookers, their gaze shifting to Mikhail.
He sipped his whiskey and savored it. His wife and the King continued their waltz on stage, but he didn’t even glance their way.
He seemed indifferent to whatever the two were doing.
“Truly a loyal subject of the King. He doesn’t seem to react much.”
“If His Majesty asked for his wife, he would probably offer her willingly.”
“After all, even when publicly humiliated that time, didn’t the Duke just let it slide without much fuss?”
