The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 119
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“It seems you had quite a fun time.”
After several hours of conversation, it was late when Roxelyn finally left the room. Gerun, who had been standing there from some unknown time, spoke to her with a laugh in his voice.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?”
Roxelyn shrugged her shoulders and said,
“Speaking of which, have you started stalking now? It’s quite pitiful.”
Gerun faltered at Roxelyn’s words, which were laced with a mocking tone. As he narrowed his eyes, she shrugged her shoulders again and opened her mouth.
“So, Marquis Gerun Wilfred, who was saved from a pit of fire and suffered burns, even developing a trauma to heat to the point he drops tea cups and can’t shower in hot water, why exactly were you waiting for me?”
“…”
As Roxelyn spoke leisurely, Gerun remained silent. He appeared slightly flustered for a change, and wiped his face with his hand before clicking his tongue softly.
“What exactly did you talk about?”
“Well, the only thing the Marchioness and I have in common is you, isn’t it?”
“…Looks like you had fun.”
“Yes, the Marchioness dislikes you more than I thought, so she was very responsive to what I said.”
Gerun looked at her displeased by Roxelyn’s cutting words.
“You said there’s something we need to talk about.”
Roxelyn looked at Gerun and nodded.
“Right, I also have something I need to tell you.”
“…To me specifically?”
“Yes.”
“That’s unexpected. Have you finally decided to become my daughter?”
“Cut the crap.”
Roxelyn answered curtly as she leisurely walked towards the room he indicated.
It was getting late, and during the time of solving the disappearance case, she ended up staying at Gerun Wilfred’s house.
Of course, due to the strong opposition from Zerti, not only Roxelyn but others stayed there as well.
“It seems you’re quite overprotected here. Your face looks a lot better than before.”
“Yes. It’s strange receiving this kind of attention for the first time. But still…”
Roxelyn smiled quietly.
“Being protected isn’t too bad. Today, my father even chained my wrist to stop me from leaving.”
“…That seems a bit problematic.”
Gerun frowned slightly as he spoke.
“How about a drink, Gerun?”
“…Not a bad idea.”
Gerun did not refuse Roxelyn’s suggestion.
“You know? My father’s hug was surprisingly cozy and nice.”
“…”
“My grandfather, despite his harsh words, was quite a kind man. My second uncle is annoying, but he’s not a bad person. My first uncle turned out to be more generous than I thought, too.”
These were all things that the twenty-seven-year-old Roxelyn didn’t know.
Gerun, unexpectedly hearing these words from Roxelyn, looked at her in surprise.
As he opened his room door, Roxelyn walked inside.
“Gerun, even if you were to do something for my sake, I wouldn’t like it, but…”
“…”
“Thanks to you, I was able to shed some of my lingering feelings.”
Roxelyn’s words made Gerun’s eyes widen slightly. Roxelyn sat down at a small table in a room that felt devoid of life and began to speak.
“So, I do feel a tiny bit grateful to you, as much as an ant’s claw.”
“I’d rather you said you felt nothing at all.”
“No, there is a little.”
“Do ants even have claws?”
“Well, then let’s say it’s about the size of an ant’s hypothetical claw.”
“Why have you been messing with my matters lately?”
“Because I cherish my own.”
Gerun, who was fetching whiskey from a cabinet, let out a hollow laugh at Roxelyn’s brazen words.
“You’re the only one who dares to act like this in front of me.”
“There’s the Marchioness, too.”
“She doesn’t treat me with such disregard.”
“That’s not true.”
Roxelyn muttered mockingly. Gerun pretended not to hear and placed ice and a glass in front of her, then sat across from her and poured the whiskey.