It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 120
“As I’ve said before, forcing Vivian is impossible. You’ll have to win her heart yourself. All I can do is stall and pretend to persuade you.”
At Lionel’s words, Halid let out a weary sigh.
“I understand. Even that much help would be appreciated.”
Whether Vivian spent her nights with Ardin or frequented Dantère’s company, Halid appeared unwilling to break the engagement.
His priority right now was undoubtedly protecting House Calitas from the Imperial Family’s schemes. After that, avenging his parents.
What should we do?
From my perspective, Lionel buying time wouldn’t be enough.
After a brief hesitation, I cautiously asked.
“Your Grace, do you have a plan to win Vivian’s heart?”
My abrupt question made Halid look at me with confusion.
“I mean, just stalling won’t solve anything. You need to win her over to have a chance.”
It was alright if he didn’t love her right now. Eventually, I knew he’d come to love Vivian deeply.
Wasn’t that exactly the case for Ardin and Dantère, too?
Right now, neither man genuinely loved Vivian. They approached her with hidden motives.
Halid was no different.
Then why was it that Vivian pushed Halid away, yet allowed Dantère and Ardin to stay close?
Wasn’t it because each of them offered something she desired?
“You mean, do I have a plan to win Vivian’s affection?”
“That’s right. It may sound presumptuous, but as a woman myself, I thought perhaps I could offer some advice.”
I glanced at Lionel, seeking his approval. With a mildly strained yet amused expression, he nodded.
“Do as you wish. I’m also curious to hear how one goes about winning someone’s heart.”
“It’s easy once your heart is truly invested. You naturally keep wondering what they like, what makes them happy, and what they truly want, even without consciously trying.”
For example, Lionel had noticed how happily I ate chocolate cake, then later bought every variety he could find. It wasn’t necessarily an attempt to win my favor.
It was simply because his attention was always on me; observing closely, he’d discovered something I enjoyed, and naturally, he wanted to bring me more of it.
Such a small, effortless gesture brought me immense joy because I could genuinely feel his sincerity.
But Ardin, Dantère, and Halid were different.
They had other intentions, making such natural gestures difficult. To bridge this gap, they would need to make extra efforts.
“For starters, I think you should change your approach. Barging in with an angry face, grabbing her wrist, or demanding explanations—that kind of behavior only pushes her further away.”
Halid stared at me, visibly flustered. His expression clearly said, ‘How did you know?’
“I overheard your conversation at the mansion earlier.”
“Ah… I see.”
“And you might also consider spending more time together. Those two men who were fighting earlier make efforts to visit at least once every two days, yet you hardly ever show your face.”
“That’s… because… I’m very busy.”
“Of course, you would be. You’re the head of an influential family. But if you truly wanted, I’m sure it’s possible to find the time.”
As I spoke, I glanced pointedly at Lionel.
Right here was a perfect example: another family head who made every effort just to share a single meal with me, despite his busy schedule.
