Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator and Editor: Lea and Ishy

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Chapter 18

The man couldn’t be more polite, but I found his dry voice to be emotionless.

“Butler,”

Fortunately, I could guess who he was from the way he was dressed.

‘Did he see me?’

My heart was pounding but I mustered up the courage to continue speaking.

Trying to hide my nerves, I said, “What’s the matter?”

He answered politely, his expressionless look unchanged,

“My master has been looking for you.”

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I thought one could guess why the Viscount was looking for me.

‘Has Lennox contacted him already?’

Apart from my dislike of the Viscount, my marriage to Lennox required the approval of the head of my family. But I wasn’t very concerned. If I was getting married to Duke Kravant, my father would welcome him happily.

At least, that’s what I thought.

“You called?”

“Olivia Brienne!”

I was greeted by the Viscount’s angry, hoarse voice and his hand banging on the desk. He looked furious, blood vessels profound on his forehead.

‘What’s wrong with him all of a sudden?’

I didn’t know why the Viscount was angry at me.

“Can you explain what’s going on?”

“You’re going to marry Lennox Kravant? How dare you!”

“If it’s the Kravant family, isn’t it a perfect place for me to be alone? I don’t understand why you’re so angry.”

“Huh?”

He snooped his head at what I said before he gave a few gentle nods, “Yes…. Indeed.”

‘What the?’

His attitude changed like a flip of the palm.

“You’re right. Marrying the Duke of Kravant, of course, we should celebrate it!”

When I felt something was wrong, I looked up at him to only prove my intuition correct.

‘…!’

He suddenly began to shake his head like crazy, “No, no, no, no.” His pupils were half turned over before I knew it.

His eyes, now mostly white, were giving me the creeps.

‘What the hell…’

At that stage, his whole body was shaking and his head was flipping from side to side.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

Face strangely distorted, eyes strangely shiny, and lips strangely twisted. He looked dangerous.

My intuition told me that I should not stay alone with the Viscount.

‘He’s not in his right mind.’

I instinctively stepped back to get away, but all his movements stopped sharply. The black figure regained its original position and stared straight at me. Goosebumps shivered down my spine.

“Not Lennox Kravant!”

Face violently distorted, the figure rushed at me.

‘Crazy!’

Just before his big hand could grab a hold of my shoulder, I leaned down quickly to avoid him. Unable to control his speed, the man collided with the table.

“Arghhh!”

There was a loud crash as the table went over. He groaned, clutching his forehead.

“Ugh, ughh…”

I dashed toward the door to save myself, leaving the Viscount behind.

‘Let’s avoid him for now.’

The Viscount was out of his mind now. It was clear that if I stayed here for no reason, I wouldn’t be able to experience the good things in life.

‘Let’s take refuge in my room and do the rest later…’

“Ugh…..”

Damn it. I was almost there.

Stopping at a distance of grabbing the doorknobs, I eventually looked back. I couldn’t just leave an injured person alone. What if he died after this?

So to make sure, I walked up to where he collapsed.

“Excuse me, are you okay?”

I thought he bumped his head. I carefully removed the hand holding his head to see a large nasty swell. It was fortunate that I didn’t see blood.

“Wait here, I’ll call someone. It might be a concussion, so don’t make any reckless movements.”

Whether it was a butler or a servant, it would be settled somehow after I called them.

As I moved to stand up, he startled me with his voice saying, “Olivia?”

Regardless of his injury, he was looking up at me.

“What’s wrong?”

He had a surprised look plastered on his face.

“Why are you here?”

“…Father called for me.”