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.

to tend to Laritte, Oscar felt like he should have

know more about how they had

his visit would end in

it, dessert was presented at

earl grey

grey sheet were giving off a pleasant scent.

to taste Laritte’s

delicious and safe.”

about

sudden

before he moved on from his grumpy

Laritte began to eat her cupcake.

But after a while, her throat felt itchy.

Laritte coughed

thirsty? Here, have some water.”

down the

was stinging deep in

swollen

“Cough! Cough!”

lungs desperately started scrounging for air to breathe. Her pale skin turned paler if that was possible.

jumped up from his chair as he felt something off.

“Laritte?”
“Ian, I……”

also got up, staggering in the process.

something but leaned against Ian’s arms as if she

it because of the

unable to think

since he

also used to people dying in front of

felt too unfamiliar.

Why?

“Laritte, Laritte!”

trembling hands supported Laritte’s

present in the room was calm. Oscar

cook

turned to

allergic to

problem eating

was only one possibility.

to the peach cupcake

be possible that she suddenly

in time, the chef arrived.

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

Ian to support

Ian muttered,

do these keep happening only to

pounding against

was, Ian was always strong enough to

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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