chapter27

It's even notarized, how can it be a manipulation! How much did Sir here deceive us?

Oh, no. Count. Irene.!

You dare to live in the name of Count Chase! Get rid of him, i don't even want to look at him!

Boris looked at her father, who was at his anger, with a pale face, and then at Irene. While he was looking for salvation, Irene paused for a moment and said quietly to him.

Boris. It's over.

But!

Boris's mouth was wide open to Irene's deathly remark. After being stiff for a while, he suddenly got up from his seat and rushed toward Noel.

Because of youno!

However, he could no longer get close to Noel. This is because the assistant who followed Noel quickly approached and snatched his neck. He was so strong that no matter how hard Boris struggled, he did not budge.

What should I do.

Send him off politely.

Okay.

In a tense atmosphere, Noel said peacefully. His secretary, nodding his head, gave Irene a brief glance, then dragged the groaning Boris out of the room.

Bang. As the door closed, Noel looked at Irene.

It's all over.

It seemed so.

I would like to express my gratitude towards the Grand Duke this time. He almost cracked the status of our Chase family.

No need. I just did something for granted.

Humph. Don't stay too long and go back.

At Noel's polite answer, her father ungratefully turned his back against him. She felt like she wanted to get him out of here right away, but she couldn't do that to his help.

When her father disappeared, Irene said to him with an apologetic attitude.

I'm sorry. I didn't get the letter .

Noel shook his head and said in a gentle voice.

No. I was expecting that you wouldn't get it anyway.

Irene looked up at his unexpected words. He expected her to not receive, what the hell is that.

As if reading her mind, Noel explained it with a kind face.

The date and time of the delivery written on the letter is fake in the first place.

Yes? What does that mean.

Soon he smiled.

I just put some imaginary numbers.

The situation was over, and she couldn't stay in the lobby forever, so she headed to the garden with Noel. Not only did she get permission from her father, but as long as she decided to sign the contract, it would be best for more people to see her attached with him. Isn't a sudden marriage without any exchanges suspicious?

Irene often stayed inside, so it was unusual of her to step out to the garden, she guided Noel to the spot. The garden, which had just reached summer, was full of grass and flowers, and occasionally butterflies also fluttered around. It was an ideal atmosphere for conversation.

Somehow, it seemed she had first felt this peace after a long time, Irene was quietly enjoying this tranquility. Seeing that Noel's gaze was fixed on only one place, Irene asked carefully.

Do I have anything on my face?

Noel seemed to ponder for a moment at her question, then tapped her cheek.

By any chance, did you get hit after coming back?

Ah.

Irene's eyes widened at his words. The direction he pointed was toward Irene's cheek, where the bruise still remained. She almost sank and she thought he wouldn't be able to see it well unless he looked closely, she even wore gauze, and just like that, she got caught at once.

Irene's head slumped. Her face turned red in her embarrassment. To form a bond between the family members, spoiling their daughters is a common thing among nobles, since they are all noble blood, they grew up preciously. Right now, just look at Riel, will she fly away if was blown or crumble if was held ?

But he's sure that she was beaten by her father. She felt like her existence was so much the same, and she was ashamed to have been caught by this man.

Even though she told him she wanted to escape from home, she still wanted to look as good as she could.

Oh, no. Just.

Irene blurred at the end. Noel stared at her without a word. His dark brown eyes seemed to be asking for the truth, and soon she nodded slightly. As Noel's sigh was heard above her head, she shrugged her shoulders reflexively.

Noel noticed a faint trembling, he looked at her silently and said in a comforting tone.

You don't have to hide. You're the victim. Who should be ashamed is the perpetrator, not the victim.