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A month has passed since he refused to cancel our engagement, and there has been no improvement.
Lord Hanover has not communicated with us.
As a consequence, Musker was so determined to end the engagement that he became more devoted to Lily and detested me.
That demeanor no longer concerns me.
I’ve given up.
I’ll urge him to cancel the engagement tomorrow to avoid a conflict with Musker.
On the day I chose to do so, I got a call from Lord Hanover.
Finally, you’ll be set free.
My parents have agreed, and all that is left is for me to make it official.
My steps toward the carriage were light, and I didn’t seem to be a lady dealing with the loss of her fiancé.
Both my father and mother seemed to be in a good mood.
“Come on, communicate properly with me.”
This was stated to me by my father in the parlor room of Hanover’s Marquis Household.
I anticipated him being there, but he doesn’t seem to be.
My father and mother both grin as they walk with me to the parlor.
“Yes, but is father okay with it?”
“Yes, we’ll stay here and listen to your chat.”
We’ve already had the discussion…
“Just go. We will respect Amelia’s choice.”
With a smirk on his face, he pushed me along the corridor.
I felt both nervous and thrilled that I had been acknowledged as a full-fledged adult.
Since I’ve been in and out of the home many times, I’m familiar with the parlor room’s location.
I stroll alone on the luxurious carpet, thinking about all that has happened.
I have been trying to make Musker love me as his fiancee.
I had forgotten about my past love and was excited to support him.
I’ve recognized, though, that I’m no longer capable of doing so.
If only his eyes had been on me, things may have turned out differently.
However, I’m sick of him putting Lily’s life ahead of mine.
I’ve never had a love so strong in my heart that I’d go to any extent to retain him.
He is also the one who caused this to happen.
I’m still not sure how we’ll stay engaged.
Even if you’re feeling generous, I’d say no.
Keeping this in mind, I took a big breath in front of the parlor room.
“Excuse me.”
I called out after I knocked.
“Good day, Amelia. It’s been a while.”
When I opened the door without waiting for a response, I stood there stunned.
In the parlor room stood Lord Hanover’s oldest son, Aaron.
“This is Aaron… Welcome back.”
I repressed my nerves, smiled awkwardly, and welcomed him.
I hadn’t seen him in two years, but he had matured into a more masculine and attractive man during that period.
“When did you come back? I would have come to meet you sooner if I had known. “
As I approached the parlor room, I prevented my voice from breaking.
“The time is now this morning. I hurried through some work and ultimately got home.”
Aaron chuckles, as if the two-year gap didn’t exist.
My heart wrenched, as though squeezed by that nostalgic smile.
Soon after Musker and I were engaged, Aaron had to depart for a study abroad program.
Daisy, who was also seeking a degree in a related subject, joined him.
Isn’t it true that they’re married?
With this understanding, I repressed my feelings for Aaron.
That may seem stupid, but that was the only way I could communicate regularly with Aaron.
I apologized for being such a jerk to him and wished him well; that was all I needed to feel content.
I was happy that I could talk properly again and wished him luck with his engagement.
I thought I’d come to terms with it.
However, now that I’ve reunited with Aaron, my heart is racing in my chest uncontrollably.
In my heart, I felt that the love I had believed I had forgotten was still very much alive.
“Daisy’s not with you…?”
I remind myself that these ideas are pointless.
What motivated you to act so quickly?
I believed it was because he was officially married to her. In order to put a stop to this, I need Aaron’s confirmation.
“Daisy? She and I have been separated since we left the country. “
“Is that so!?.”
“…Could you kindly keep this information to yourself?”
I’m not supposed to say anything.
Aaron frowned, as if he’d done something wrong, and then grinned, his index finger delicately touching his lips.
ever since they left the country.
I wonder why their paths diverged.
I’m not sure why, but being so pleased made me feel shallow and self-conscious.
“…I found out about you and my brother.”
“I’m sorry,” Aaron whispered as he bowed his head.
I wasn’t down about it, but since I couldn’t tell him the truth, I gave him a little nod.
“I sincerely apologize for what my foolish brother did.”
“It’s OK. Aaron didn’t do anything wrong, didn’t he? “
“He has always been obsessed with Lily. I advise him about his engagement to Amelia.”
“Advice?”
“Because he’s getting married, he meant to look after Amelia rather than Lily. “
“It seemed irrational,” Aaron said unhappily.
It’s really appreciated. “I had no clue you cared about me like that.”
That is satisfactory to me.
Despite the fact that my love did not materialize, he continues to care for me as a sister.
“However, since I did not say nearly enough, that’s why he gave you a hard time.. I am sincerely sorry.
“Aaron isn’t the one to blame.”
“No such thing.”
When I said this with a wry smile, I was blindsided by the unexpectedly strong words that came back to me.
“I’m sorry. I had no intention of scaring you. “
“I have nothing to be scared of.”
I can’t help but smile at Aaron’s panic.
He covered his lips, embarrassed.
“…You didn’t return to console me, did you? “
To ridicule, jokingly.
As I am well aware, this is impossible.
Aaron, whom I hadn’t seen in two years, was as polite as ever, which piqued my interest.
“No, that’s….”
Aaron’s posture and demeanor changed as a result of what I said.
“I recognize that this is an inopportune moment to say this. However, I felt obligated to tell you.”
“I swear I’ll make you happy,” he said as he focused his stare on me.
“—I’d like to marry you.”
My thoughts froze and I couldn’t think of anything to say.
My ears were meant to hear, but I couldn’t understand what Aaron was saying.
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