Chapter 31 (1/2)

Chapter 31

TL/Editor: Eastwalker/Greatape

He understood that it must have been a miracle that they were able to have such a relationship in the first place.

He only hope that Charlize does not face any repercussions as a result of his actions.

Please forget that you met me…….

Damian took a deep breath.

No,

“… The truth is, I hope you don’t forget me.”

The room was deafeningly quiet, and naturally, no one responded to Damian.

Damian cried out in despair in the room.

“I miss you. I want to meet you, Lize.”

It got increasingly difficult to take a breath as he clenched his fist.

Despite the piercing pain he was experiencing as a result of his long nails that had not been properly trimmed, Damian kept clenching his fist.

The longing that tore his heart, on the other hand, was far more excruciating than the physical pain itself.

“Now, I’m alone again…”

Even though he doesn’t want to.

Damian rose from his seat as soon as he finished speaking.

He naturally came to the wall where Charlize came in and out.

He didn’t want to look forward to it because he knew he’d be disappointed no matter how much he anticipated it.

But he couldn’t resist coming there.

When Damian regained his composure, he stood in front of the wall, his gaze fixed on the wall in silence.

It wasn’t because he thought she would show up.

He just… he just couldn’t take his eyes off the wall.

Damian remained still for sometime, as if he was rooted to the spot.

But then,

“Cr- crown prince.”

He could hear a shaky voice.

Damian bit his bottom lip and sank his head even further.

It was nothing more than an auditory hallucination.

It must be because he had been missing Charlize a lot.

He was certain that it was nothing more than a hallucination created by his mind.

The thought of raising his head and confirming that she wasn’t there made him feel sad all over again.

‘… This feeling is overwhelming.’

At that moment, a clear and distinct voice called out to him.

“Your Highness, It’s me, Charlize.”

Hearing the sound of grass being trampled behind him, Damian raised his head slightly and frowned.

“… Will I end up seeing nothing again?”

Damian, who had a dejected expression on his face, mumbled softly.

Charlize, on the other hand, remained right in front of him.

Hearing no response, she asked Damian again in an astonished voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“T- that’s right. There’s no way Charlize can come here…”

Damian’s voice trembled, as if he was trying to persuade himself.

“You won’t see nothing.”

Charlize, who had noticed him trembling, encouraged him to look up.

Damian remained in his place.

He licked his dry lips, but he couldn’t utter a sound.

Rather, he stared at Charlize with frantic eyes.

He acted as though he was terrified that Charlize would vanish from his eyes at any moment if he made even a slightest movement.

“Your Highness, aren’t you happy to see me?”

Charlize, who patiently waited for Damian’s response, said with a smile.

“I’m really glad to see you. But I’m afraid we’ll never meet again.”

It took only a split second for his eyes that had been fixed on Charlize to suddenly become bright, similar to the sun rising amidst the darkness.

“Lize?!”

“Yes, it’s me.”

Charlize nodded her head enthusiastically.

Damian inquired, his voice filled with anxiety.

“This isn’t a lie, is it?”

“It’s not.”

“It’s not even a dream?”

“Yes, it’s not a dream.”

Having said that, Charlize approached Damian with great enthusiasm.

She smiled as brightly as she possibly could when she glanced up at him.

“I’m right here.”

Hearing that friendly voice, Damian covered his face as if he was about to shed tears.

She finally arrived.

Charlize, the girl who for the first time in his life, made him feel warmth.

* * *

Damian walked up to me and had a bright smile on his face.

As he nearly reached me, I tilted my head.

Hm? Why is his face so pale?

There was blood on his lips too!

“You didn’t sleep last night?”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with your lips, they’re bleeding!?”

“Ah, about that…”

Damian raised his hand to his lips then shook his head, as if nothing it was nothing much.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! There’s blood on it!”

Isn’t he treating his body too carelessly?

I didn’t realize I was raising my voice.

At that time, he burst into laughter.

“Now you’re standing in front of me.”

“Pardon?”

“When compared to that, it doesn’t matter if my lips are bruised.”

When I heard those words, I felt my heart flutter.