Chapter 58 - Because of Yohan

Translator: Nox

The deepened gray eyes stared at Olivia Blanchett.

She seemed like someone who had cut out the events of that day from her memory.

If not, shouldn't she have been looking for the person who pushed her into the lake when she regained consciousness?

Instead of demanding a divorce.

"Why at the lake?"

Olivia asked with a puzzled expression.

"No. Nothing."

Yohan said quietly, looking at the woman's face, which was no longer unfamiliar.

"Keep listening."

Yohan filled the empty glass with water, erasing his distracting thoughts.

There was no need to painstakingly recall unpleasant memories. It was then that a knock sounded.

Olivia, who had just put a piece of sea bass in her mouth, was startled and stood up abruptly.

"It's okay. Sit down."

Yohan reached out and gently pulled Olivia's wrist.

The door opened as Yohan gave the order to enter.

"It's been a while, Madam, ah. I'm sorry, Miss Blanchett."

It was Maurice. He held a neatly folded maid's uniform in one hand and shoes in the other.

"Ah. It's been a while."

Olivia Blanchett easily found the man in her memory.

She had even been jealous of Maurice, who followed Yohan like a shadow.

Olivia smiled awkwardly and greeted him.

Maurice bowed and whispered softly in Yohan's ear.

"Princess Krantz has departed."

Maurice's whisper was audible across the table. Olivia quickly stood up.

"The clothes. Please give them to me."

"Finish your meal first-"

"It's enough."

Maurice felt unnecessarily sorry and looked at Yohan.

Yohan nodded slightly, and Maurice handed Olivia the clothes to change into.

"Escort her through the back door."

Yohan, who had risen from his seat, ordered as he buttoned his black jacket.

"Yes? No. Why leave the front door-"

In an instant, Maurice's mouth shut on its own at Yohan's cold gaze.

Why was he angry? They weren't even a couple anymore, had they had a marital fight or something?

Why was the blame being shifted to him? And why bother when there were no reporters?

Questions poured out in Maurice's head, but what good would worrying do? He had to do as he was told.

Maurice, who suddenly felt like an intruder, discreetly left the bedroom.

"What about you?"

Olivia looked up at Yohan, who was standing there blankly, and asked.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Even if she changed in the dressing room. Wouldn't he still hear the sounds?

Like the rustling of the fabric being removed from her body.

Olivia was bothered by the thought of the man outside the door listening to those sounds.

"Please leave."

Olivia said sternly.

They'd seen everything already.

He recalled his wife lying seductively on the bed, wearing nothing at all.

He found it amusing that the woman was now treating him like a stranger.

At the same time, he felt like an idiot for reacting now when he hadn't been moved back then.

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"Miss!"

Anne rushed into Olivia's arms.

Anne had run out as soon as she heard the sound of the Carriage stopping in front of the quiet red brick mansion.

With a flushed face, Anne burst into tears. The front of her white blouse became soaked.

"Anne."

For a long time, Olivia patted Anne's back. Until Anne's sobs subsided in the yellow sunlight.

And at dusk, Edgar came to visit.

"How's your body?"

He looked thinner in just one day. His sunken eyes looked tired.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

His low voice was incredibly gentle.

"Fortunately."

Olivia smiled faintly.

To escort her with respect. Why did she think it would be him? Olivia reproached herself as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

She had been endlessly happy without thinking.

That she, who had been abandoned even by her own mother, was becoming someone precious to someone else.

That was because.

You're making me so confused.

Olivia was endlessly ashamed of herself for assuming whatever she wanted. And she felt upset.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Edgar said in a choked voice.

"It's not your fault."

After a long time, the conversation was cut off again with the teacups between them. Silence flowed. Complete evening had arrived outside the darkened window.

Olivia lowered her gaze diagonally. The tea was getting cold.

"To escort her with respect"

The elegant handwriting kept flickering before her eyes. The princess was that precious to you.

Why did that fact make her feel so, why so...

Upset.

She couldn't bear how unfamiliar she was with herself. There was no reason to be upset at all.

Olivia's eyes trembled with confusion, as if staggering.

Was it because of Yohan?

Edgar watched the woman silently and came to that conclusion. Because of Yohan.

Last night, the only night he hadn't received a report from Marie, bothered him unbearably.

What had happened?

What had been said?

He didn't like the eyes that had run away as if fleeing from a sin.

Because she was a woman he had worked hard to make look only at him. So you have to look at me, Olivia.

"It would be better to move your residence."

The gaze that had been blankly staring at the teacup finally turned to Edgar.

Yes, like that. You have to look at me.

Her fluttering eyelashes were asking where that would be.

"Stay at the Leopold Hotel."

"No. I don't think that's a good idea."

It was a firm refusal without a moment's hesitation.

"Why?"

Edgar frowned.

Because of Yohan?

They had been a couple who had lived together for three years. Why was he suddenly getting annoyed by that fact now?

Edgar furrowed his brow.

"The opponent wants you to give up this competition. They will continue to inflict harm in this way. Olivia."

Of course, he had planned to tie her hands and feet so she couldn't move before that, but apart from that, it seemed like the woman needed a little intimidation now.

After a moment of silence, Olivia opened her mouth.

"If that's the kind of person they are. I don't think it will matter where I am. And."

Olivia bit her lip.

"Staying at the hotel... will only provoke her more. I think it's better to stay like this. If the princess isn't foolish, she'll be quiet for a while."

"If you're anxious. If you don't like it."

His low, sunken voice resonated in her heart. Edgar's eyes were deep and calm.

How much of this man's kindness was genuine?

There was a man who was kind to everyone.

The senior she had a crush on, his kindness was equal to everyone. So there was no way to be confused.

But this man.

He's only kind to me.

Olivia looked into his gray eyes, which had a pale bluish tint.

Kindness of unknown truth, with concern for her embedded within.

He must have looked at the princess with those eyes too.

I'm confused. You.

It wouldn't be strange at all if she fell in love with this man now.

That's how much Edgar's attitude made Olivia misunderstand.

"Don't worry about me."

"Olivia."

The man who called her name without hesitation shook her up again, making her confused.

All the words, the gazes, the actions that scattered lightly were just too easy for the man.

Erasing the feeling of emptiness, Olivia said clearly.

"I'm not so weak that you need to worry about me."

Olivia smiled brightly.

It was a voice that was too clear and quiet to contain the cold meaning that she didn't need someone like him.

That bold voice ignited the fuse deep within Edgar.

A clear rejection.

Olivia Blanchett was the second person to do that since his father.

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Yohan finished reviewing the Leopold Hotel's reservation rate and the Dumblin Championship pre-party event to be held in four days and signed the bottom of the report.

The general manager handed over the documents and left, and Maurice entered immediately.

"The departure preparations are all complete."

Yohan nodded, and there was a knock. It was Princess Krantz.

Maurice bowed to the princess as she entered, and Yohan rose from his seat.

"What's the matter?"

He asked, pointing to the sofa with a neat gesture.

His voice was cold, drawing a line as if he were dealing with someone who couldn't come here unless they had business.

"Did that woman. Get back safely?"

Irene asked, standing still.

Yohan walked to the desk and took out a cigar from the cigar box.

He loosened the hand he had been holding together to light the match and casually stuck it in his pants pocket as he asked.

"Surely you didn't come all the way here just to ask that?"

His low tone and the way he looked down at her were arrogant.

Because she was worried.

Irene couldn't say no. She just glared at the white smoke rising into the air.

If she caught the eye of reporters and became the subject of gossip, her reputation would once again roll on the floor with her illegitimate ex-wife.

She didn't want to show that side of herself to Christian.

"Tell me how much I have to turn a blind eye to."

It wasn't anything new for noblemen to have mistresses, so Irene didn't want to have a pointless emotional fight about that.

The fact that the other party was his divorced wife was extremely regrettable. But she could ignore it.

As long as no one found out.

"If it's about that, shouldn't you have gone to the princess of Britz instead of me?"

The person who kidnapped Olivia and pushed her into Yohan's bedroom was someone else.

He found it amusing that the woman was cornering him as if he had been caught doing something shameless.

"I'm talking about the future. Whether you will continue to meet that woman in the future-"

"Princess."

His low voice cut off Irene's words.

The pressure that made even her, who had been born and raised preciously, shrink, weighed down on her shoulders.

"Then too. And now too. As I said, I haven't done anything."

Irene felt humiliated by the man's gaze, which seemed to be looking down from a high place that she couldn't dare to approach.

"In the future... we'll have to wait and see."

His indifferent appearance was different from Christian, whom she loved so much.

It wasn't that she had expected anything from a man without emotions, but she felt shaken by how coldly he was acting.

"I won't stand still if you make me miserable."

"I don't think that's something a woman who was entangled with a strange man while having a fiancé should say."

"!"

Irene de Krantz froze, turning white.