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

wanted to know more about how they had been

if his visit would end in a few

dessert was presented at

grey peach

sheet were

spoon to taste Laritte’s

and

worried about being

how Laritte’s sudden bad

before he moved

began to eat her cupcake.

after a while, her

as Laritte coughed

Here, have some water.” “That’s not….. Cough!”

down the cutlery.

was stinging deep in

swollen

“Cough! Cough!”

for air to breathe. Her

from his chair as he

“Laritte?”
“Ian, I……”

got up, staggering

against Ian’s

is it because

was unable to

time since he was

also used to people dying

now, everything felt too unfamiliar.

Why?

“Laritte, Laritte!”

hands supported

other man present in the room

bring the cook here.

he turned

allergic to peaches?”

no problem eating the

one possibility. It was an allergic

eyes turned to the peach cupcake on

possible

the chef

keep stinging nettle in the kitchen?” “Ah, we have some!” “Boil it and prepare the juice so

to support

Ian muttered,

do these keep happening

was pounding against his

the situation was, Ian was always strong enough to

this time, he felt helpless.

Oscar soothed Ian,

Duchess hasn’t lost consciousness. It’s just hard for her to breathe. She’ll

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