I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 65
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“I thought the people of Valoh were as rigid as us, but it seems that’s not the case.”
The chattering voices reached Mikhail’s ears as he savored his whiskey.
Contrary to their assumptions, Mikhail had no intention of handing Emilia over to Adrian.
She was only his to tarnish. Only he could do that.
Above all, Mikhail was not the type to stuck his c–k where others have been.
He wasn’t particularly loyal to Adrian to get along like that.
To Mikhail, his relationship with Adrian was merely a temporary contract.
The dance continued, and cracks began to appear on his once calm face.
Adrian, who was whispering in her ear, seemed to be enjoying himself, while Emilia’s expression grew darker.
Mikhail put down his whiskey glass and walked towards the stage, his action abruptly stopping the music.
“What are you doing, Duke?”
It was the question Mikhail wanted to ask himself.
He glanced at Adrian’s hand on Emilia’s waist.
“There are many ladies waiting for His Majesty.”
He spoke without averting his gaze.
Adrian noticed his gaze but didn’t want to release the slender waist he held.
“Don’t get involved in troublesome matters.”
His voice was low and threatening. Both Adrian and Emilia looked up at him. His height gave his gaze an intimidating presence.
“Oh dear, I seem to have been too engrossed in the dance.”
Adrian let go of her hand unwittingly. Emilia, now free, didn’t forget to excuse herself and stepped back.
“Come here.”
Mikhail’s voice was low and calm, almost as if he was angry.
Emilia didn’t move.
Then his large hand grabbed hers and pulled her to his side.
Drawn effortlessly, Emilia found herself leaning against him.
She lifted her head to glare at him.
He, too, stared back fiercely at Emilia. He could feel her captured hand struggling to break free.
Her bewildered expression seemed to question his actions through her gaze.
‘Why, indeed?’
Even he didn’t know why. He simply disliked seeing her next to Adrian.
It was an impulsive act, driven by the feeling of having something of his being taken away.
She, whom he despised and wished to eliminate the most.
Mikhail didn’t avert his gaze but looked into her green eyes that were reflecting his own face.
His grip tightened, preventing her from escaping. Pain surged through her hand, distorting her delicate face.
Yes, he shouldn’t have acted so irrationally in the first place.
Her contemptuous green eyes were right. It was right for them to despise each other.
She would think his actions were driven by senseless malice, that they had merely ended up on opposing sides and thus became enemies.
If only the matter were that simple.
“I’ve just remembered an urgent matter. I must leave.”
He took Emilia’s hand and quickly exited the ballroom.
* * *
Taken away without understanding why, Emilia felt her breath catch in her throat.
“Why are you doing this? Weren’t you indifferent to whether I danced with the King or not?”
“I was. But it seemed like it was about to lead to the bedroom.”
Emilia frowned and pushed his hand away.
As always, she felt like she was the only one at a loss in these situations.
Pain was evident in her numb hand, while he remained calm.
“Didn’t you know the King would attend? You act as if you’d do anything for the King, yet you turn cold in such situations.”
Was he truly a loyalist?
What sort of contract bound them in this bizarre tug-of-war?
Emilia felt her skin prickle under his sharp gaze.
“Is there something you want to say?”
“Yes. About the maid the King’s gaze lingered on.”
“…I sent her back. Dell isn’t feeling well, she seemed unable to serve properly.”
“Emilia.”
He chuckled softly.
“What exactly do you think of me? I’m not even angry anymore.”
It was hardly a statement someone who was visibly angry should make.
“Is it wrong to send the maid back? You don’t think I did it just to dance with the King, do you?”
Instead of answering, Mikhail burst into laughter.
“You have no talent for lying or dancing, but it seems you excel at one thing.”
His red eyes curved as he laughed fiercely.
“Irritating me. You’re better at that than anyone else.”
He grasped her chin firmly.
He tilted his head slightly, his lips narrowly missing hers.
“You were supposed to not get caught.”
Emilia’s eyes wavered. He had clearly caught on.
‘He knew the maid was Dahlia…’
The hand on her chin was hot. As her chin was lifted, her heels naturally rose.
