The Villainess Who Died with a Grudge Against Everything Seems to Have Regressed, and Now She Will Live to Make the Butler Who Saved Her Happy – Chapter 8

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“This is Ojo-sama…”

“Have you visited here before, Sylas? My brother once took me here and highly recommended it to me. It’s a popular hangout for nobility.”

“Such a pricey establishment—”

Sylas is frozen at the gate, but I take his hand in mine and lead him inside.

As we walked into the store, I noticed that everyone’s attention was drawn to us. Young ladies in particular were looking at me sideways, as if they couldn’t help but be perplexed.

At first, I thought I was getting attention because the prince had broken my engagement, but after careful listening, I realized this was not the case.

“Who’s that black suit?”

“What a dashing figure!”

I can’t help but feel my mouth loose.

Right?

Wasn’t my butler a gentleman? I had a strong desire to tell the ladies.

“Is something wrong, Ojo-sama?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

I kept smiling at Sylas, despite the fact that he sounded concerned.

We were led by a waiter to a table by the window. Silas sat down and said impatiently that we couldn’t go any further, but I smiled and remained silent.

Sylas, perhaps sensing that I’m not going to back down, holds his tongue as if surrendering and begins to eat the food that has been brought to him.

“Is it good, Sylas?”

“Yes, thank you very much.”

Sylas’ expression was tense at first, but as time passed, I could see it gradually relax. He seemed to enjoy the seafood soup the most, and his eyes lit up as soon as he put it in his mouth.

I look at his face, pleased that I’ve finally given him something.

“Ara, Miss Evelina. I assumed you were depressed after my brother called off the engagement, but have you found a new man?”

I was in a good mood when an unwelcome voice came down from above me. When I looked up, I saw the second prince, Milius, with two of his followers.

“Milius-sama, you’ve arrived. What can I do to assist you?”

I asked, trying not to make a face. I’m not great with this guy. To be honest, I despise him.

After all, it was Prince Milius who insisted on my being executed rather than imprisoned or exiled.

Milius, like Prince Jared, adores Saint Camilia, and he would never forgive me if I tried to harm her.

He “kindly” approached me in front of the jail a few days before my execution and told me how ugly I was for bullying Camilia and attempting to assassinate her, and how unworthy I was to be alive.

It makes me sick just thinking about it, but I can’t afford to be disrespectful to the second prince.

I shake my head at Sylas, who is sitting across from me, and stare at Milius, waiting for him to speak.

“I was having dinner with a friend when I noticed that vulgar pink-beige hair that I’d seen somewhere else.””

“So, does that have anything to do with me? It’s an honor for Milius-sama to have found me.”

“I was curious about who you were with and was surprised to see you with a man. Doesn’t your new man seem a little too… folksy? Even though the engagement was broken off, did he think having a duke’s daughter would benefit him?”

Milius glanced at Sylas with a grin on his face. At that moment, blood rushed to my head. How rude of him!

I was willing to forgive him if he was rude to me, but not if he insulted Sylas.

I clenched my fists and looked at Milius, but this time I noticed Sylas shaking his head, as if he was trying desperately to stop me.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down.

I’m not here to fight today, but to make Sylas happy.

“He’s my butler. Isn’t he very cool?”

When I said that with a smile, Milius looked bewildered. He must have lost his temper, because I kept smiling, when I would normally have been angry by now.

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