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lying?” 

 

“No.
It’s not like that.” 

 

Sylvester said while rubbing the back of his neck. 

 

“I thought you’d be at least a little suspicious.” 

 

“Why do I need to doubt you? You say no.” 

 

Ophelia replied with a smile. 

 

Sylvester’s eyes got bigger. 

 

He didn’t know Ophelia would say this. 

 

As he said, this is because there is something he has done so far. 

 

Therefore, of course, Ophelia decided that she would not believe him. 

 

However, Ophelia—. 

 

She seemed to believe in him. 

 

Sylvester put his hand on his chest without realizing it. 

 

“Then do you— trust me?” 

 

Ophelia tilted her head. 

 

Does she believe in Sylvester? 

 

‘No way.’ 

 

Ophelia had no ‘belief’ for Sylvester in the first place.
So there was nothing to trust or do. 

 

But speaking with such a moved face, she felt like he had to say yes. 

 

Ophelia shook her head. 

 

“Well, in some ways, I do believe you.” 

 

Sylvester’s eyes were seen shaking finely. 

 

Ophelia was overjoyed at the thought that she had made Sylvester feel touched. 

 

She rolled up her lips in a circle. 

 

“And I wouldn’t have been very angry if you had published this article.
Well, I knew you were trying to take advantage of me.
To that extent.” 

 

Ophelia continued to speak. 

 

“Besides, you helped me today too, so it’s same same.” (T/n : she talks with slang 쌤쌤.) 

 

“Sam— What?” 

 

“There’s something like that.” 

 

While Sylvester was putting it in, Ophelia crossed her arms and said. 

 

“Anyway, I’ll have to knock Neil when we get back.
You’re not going to stop this, are you?” 

 

“—Yeah.” 

 

Sylvester nodded and looked at Ophelia. 

 

Ophelia, who was looking out the window, didn’t seem very offended. 

 

As if when did she got angry earlier, it means that she’s fine now. 

 

So Sylvester was relieved, and on the other hand, he was moved by Ophelia’s trust in him. 

 

He thought the more he knew, the more he couldn’t help but like her. 

 

It’s dangerous. 

 

***** 

 

Arriving at the mansion, I hurried to find Neil. 

 

As I said earlier, I was full of thoughts of pressuring Neil! 

 

“Where is Neil?” 

 

Rivert replied. 

 

“He’ll be in the office.
Probably?” 

 

“Okay.
Thank you.” 

 

At Rivert’s words, I turned my foot toward the office. 

 

“Ah, but Madam.” 

 

But Rivert caught me. 

 

“You can’t go to the office right now.” 

 

Rivert said, pulling my waist. 

 

Why can’t I go? 

 

I tilted my head. 

 

“Why?” 

 

“There is a person in the drawing room.” 

 

“Who?” 

 

“I don’t know.” 

 

“Did he bring someone he doesn’t know?” 

 

“The aide brought it in.
So, go ahead and go.” 

 

You want me to go? 

 

I don’t even know who the guest is, but why do I need to  look at them? 

 

Neil seemed to be doing wrong with Rivert’s education. 

 

First of all, Rivert’s priority is to learn manners first. 

 

I thought so and headed to the drawing room. 

 

I met Irene on my way. 

 

“Ah, Madam! You’re back!” 

 

“Yeah.
But who’s coming?” 

 

“That’s right.
But I don’t know who it is either.
This person is wearing a hoodie down.” 

 

“Is that so?” 

 

Listening to Irene, I can see why Rivert said, ‘I don’t know.’ 

 

I felt sorry for thinking that I was going to bully Rivert. 

 

I’m going to be nicer to him later. 

 

“What about Sylvester? Did he go to the drawing room?” 

 

Because we parted in front of the mansion door, I didn’t know where Sylvester had gone. 

 

That’s why I asked. 

 

“I don’t know either.
I only know he went to the office earlier.” 

 

Irene replies that she doesn’t know either. 

 

Hmm. 

 

What should I do? 

 

Should I find Sylvester and go to the drawing room together? 

 

But I’m so curious who it is. 

 

Out of curiosity, I decided to go by myself. 

 

“If you find Sylvester, tell him to come to the drawing room.” 

 

“I understand!” 

 

Leaving behind Irene’s loud answer, I walked to the drawing room. 

 

Knock, knock. 

 

I knocked on the door. 

 

I could feel the presence inside. 

 

There was no voice to come in, but I didn’t have to get permission because I was the owner of the house. 

 

“I’m going in.” 

 

So I opened the door after speaking briefly. 

 

What I saw as soon as I did that was—.