Chapter 63

It wasn’t long before Oscar started his dinner with Ian and Laritte.

Crown Prince Oscar’s elegant hands in showing his table manners to match the manners of nobility.

He washed his hands with warm water in a wooden basin and wiped his mouth with a towel.

His methods were neat.

But Oscar didn’t pay much attention to what he was doing.

Because his eyes were focused elsewhere.

“Let me check if the water temperature is appropriate.”
“It’s okay. It’s not that hot.”
“Does the towel feel uncomfortable to your hands?”

Ian’s concerned voice.

Oscar felt disturbed, so he spoke up.

“Stop, Stop it! Ian!”

The couple was sitting opposite him.

Ian, who was taking care of Laritte, blinked at Oscar as if he knew nothing.

Oscar could see how overprotective Ian was getting.

“What’s the matter?”
“You put so much effort into it. The Duchess must be annoyed!”

According to Oscar, this was nothing other than love.

‘I can’t believe how you say you don’t love her, though! Everything is so very obvious.’

Laritte responded by wiping her mouth herself.

“I know I’m lazy, but I don’t want him to do these things for me. He has been acting very weird lately.”

Oscar knew Laritte would naturally agree.

Weren’t they friends?

Of course, Oscar was an old friend of Ian.

But, Ian wasn’t such a strange person before.

It was amusing to see how the Duchess was unaware of Ian’s feelings, too.

Ian spoke up in his defense,

“Your Highness doesn’t know. It’s getting hard to say how frequently Laritte is getting into small accidents these days.”

The Crown Prince could not have known if the maids didn’t even notice such things.

In the first place, it could not be stated as a conspiracy due to which Laritte was suddenly experiencing her bad luck.

tend to Laritte, Oscar felt like he should have

wanted to know more about how they had been doing.’

this rate, he was uncertain if his visit would end in a few days

it, dessert was presented at the table.

was earl grey

pickled peaches over the earl grey sheet

used a spoon to taste Laritte’s cupcake first.

delicious and

about

Laritte’s sudden bad luck would affect him.

behavior before he moved on from his grumpy state.

began to

a while, her throat felt itchy.

Laritte

have some water.”

put down the

stinging deep in

swollen

“Cough! Cough!”

as her lungs desperately started scrounging for air to breathe. Her pale skin

jumped up from his chair

“Laritte?”
“Ian, I……”

up, staggering

tried to say something but leaned against Ian’s arms

it because

unable to think

had been a long time since he was in a war

dying in front of

everything felt too unfamiliar.

Why?

“Laritte, Laritte!”

trembling hands supported Laritte’s head.

the room was calm. Oscar directed the maids,

bring the cook here.

he turned to

allergic

no problem eating the

one possibility. It was

to the peach

“It might be possible that she

the chef arrived.

some!” “Boil it and prepare the juice so that it’s no longer

to support Laritte.

Ian muttered,

these keep happening

was pounding

the situation was, Ian was

this time, he felt helpless.

Oscar soothed Ian,

to breathe. She’ll get better

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