It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 217
“Ardin…”
Vivian looked at him with startled eyes.
“Why are you saying that…”
“It is difficult to explain right now. But… from now on, I promise I will always treat you with sincerity. And if there are times when I absolutely cannot, I will explain the reason later.”
After staring at Ardin’s face, Vivian suddenly turned her gaze aside.
Dantère, who had been approaching to get into the carriage, stood frozen in place, staring at them.
Near Dantère, Sasha Dilottete and Lionel stood holding their horses’ reins.
It was easy to guess that everyone else, though pretending otherwise, was also listening in on their conversation.
He hadn’t realized he might have inadvertently put Vivian in an awkward position.
“I am not asking for an answer. You do not need to forgive me. I am just running my mouth as I always have.”
Ardin smiled faintly and held out his hand to Vivian.
“Now please board the carriage, Lady.”
Without a word, Vivian placed her hand in Ardin’s and, accepting his escort, stepped into the carriage.
They did not close the carriage door. There were still people left to board.
A moment later, Dantère climbed in and, after stealing a glance at Vivian and Ardin sitting side by side, plopped himself down in the seat across from them.
Ardin crossed his legs with a slouch and calmly met Danter’s glare.
If Dantère were to ask something, Ardin was willing to answer as much as needed.
But no matter how long he waited, Dantère asked him nothing.
After all, when one poses a question, one must be ready to answer the same question oneself.
Dantère seemed unwilling to ask, and unwilling to answer.
Or perhaps he simply found all of it trivial.
‘Then what about Duke Calitas?’
Ardin belatedly wondered what Halid had been thinking when he asked him those questions.
But…
It felt a bit awkward to go ask him.
Not only was Halid Vivian’s formal fiancé, making things uncomfortable, but Ardin had no expectation of receiving a proper answer from him in the first place.
‘He is someone who knows nothing but his sword and his house.’
Which was, in a way, a relief.
For competing over Vivian, Halid was far more daunting than Dantère.
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“My goodness…”
Before I knew it, my mouth hung open as I stared at Ardin and Vivian.
“Ardin…”
A sincerity attack like that, impressive!
He must have won an enormous number of points with Vivian, who had already marked him down as marriage material.
‘I’m sorry, Halid!’
I already knew he would not be chosen by Vivian, but… he keeps drifting further and further away.
Of course, the one who must be dying inside the most right now wasn’t Halid, but Dantère. And I felt absolutely no sympathy for that man.
‘Hmph, if you’re jealous, then repent now while you can.’
Unlike Ardin, who had no choice but to obey Felix Silias due to the leash tied around his neck, Dantère was simply a trash heap of a man behaving as he pleased.
‘Look at that crumpled expression.’
Honestly, delightful and satisfying.
“Sasha?”
I was having so much fun watching that I didn’t even notice my fake name being called.
The next moment, someone stepped directly into my line of sight.
When I lifted my head, the red eyes looking down at me met mine.
A dazzlingly handsome man smiled gently at me, purifying my heart and mind that had just been contaminated by staring at trash.
“Were you looking at Sir Ardin? Or the young Marquis?”
“…Huh?”
Only then did I realize what expression I must have been making while watching them.
My lips slightly parted, letting out soft exclamations, my eyes sparkling. And later, when Dantère’s crushed expression looked so gratifying, I even giggled to myself.
Hmm…
I should comfort my fiancé, who must be upset that I got distracted.
“Both.”
You’re cute, so I’ll tease you a little more.
At my answer, the smile on Lionel’s lips vanished as if it had never existed.
His already faintly smiling eyes hardened cold.
“Both, you said?”
“To be precise, including Vivian, three?”
“……”
“They’ll all be family soon, you know. I am very curious what kind of fine gentlemen will become my husband’s younger brother’s in-law.”
When I placed emphasis on ‘my husband,’ Lionel’s lips twitched faintly.
“It would be lovely if they could become a married couple who love each other as deeply as we do.”
