Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 67: Wish For His Happiness!

Chapter 67: Wish For His Happiness!

"Is that what you think?" Olivia chuckled but it ended up with hiccups making him sigh. "He did not invite me but he brought me here to see my reactions. He is a shrew man. So do not trust him. He will fool you."

"...." Damon had been insulted all his life. Behind his back and on his face. But it had never happened that a girl had been so bold to complain about him with him!?

"He is not that bad, you know." he refused, only for her to wriggle in his arms. He frowned and held her tightly.

"He is a.." she paused. "Pitiful person. He is only a bastard because he did not get the love he deserved. But... forget it! You should take care of your lord more. He did not express it. But he must have longed for family and love." she turned to look at him to meet his eyes.

But he froze when her breasts touched his chest. Even the caring words she whispered for him were lost in his panic. When he lowered his head, he could see her cleavage. Her red face was so enticing as if she was asking for a kiss! Damon had never felt such desire before. He did not know where to look.

"Why are you wearing such a thin gown! What if.." he gritted his teeth. He couldn’t even imagine what would have happened if it was someone else who had found her.

Olivia frowned and looked at her own gown. Though its color faded and it was stitched at some places, it was still comfortable and warm.

"I have only been wearing the gown for two years. How dare you complain about it." The sister of the duchess was wearing the same gown for two years! He couldn’t even imagine it. Now that she pointed, he noticed the stitching all around the hem and below the knees.

"And do not try to change the topic. Does your boss care about all of you or behave like a cold, stoic person in front of you too?" Olivia asked with intrigue. Damon rubbed his temples. What a nuisance! She irked him either she was sober or drunk.

"My lady, you seem so interested in the lord. Why don’t you ask him directly?" he mocked as he corrected her posture so that her intimate parts did not touch him anymore. Yet he could not get rid of the heat on his face.

The walk seems to be never ending.

"Didn’t I tell you that she is shrew! Even if I ask for his welfare, he would think I have ulterior motives." she sighed and suddenly pulled herself away and sat on the ground.

He blinked looking at her frowning face, his own anger building in his chest.

"What now?"

"I can not walk, my feet are aching after dancing for so long. And that bastard pulled me so harshly." she complained in an aggrieved voice. She even took off her slippers and showed him her swollen feet.

It indeed looked bad. He frowned deeper looking at her state.

"Then why in the world did you come for a walk! You could have asked for drinks in your own room!" he cursed as he tried to pull her but Olivia did not budge. She only whimpered when he forced her to stand up.

"Do you think I am served meals in my room? Ha! You have so many misconceptions about me. I am just a..." she did not complete but he frowned.

He was even served a meal in his room if he desired. There might be poison in it was a different matter. He had thought she was cherished by Oriana. But that did not seem to be the case now.

He crouched on the ground beside her.

"My lady, if you do not return to your room. You will freeze to death." he tried to speak softly, "and her grace would blame the lord for it."

Olivia turned to look at his face.

"You are a kind man. Let me share a secret with you." she leaned closer to his face making him flush again. Her lips touched his earlobes and for a second he could not breathe. "My sister would not notice my absence until she needed me for something. And your lord would not care even if he was accused! They both are like that. I want them to live like a family but they hate each other to the core."

"Ha! That is because her grace had tried to kill the lord many times. Do you wish him to die willingly to satisfy the greed of your sister?" all the warmth and care vanished from his face and he pushed her away.

Olivia rubbed her back and hit the table being her and sniffled.

"No, I want him to live a long life. I want him to marry and have kids one day. I want him to... I only want to live to see that day. Is it such a big wish?" her voice was so low that he felt it was just his illusion. Has anyone ever wanted him to live?

Even the men following him did not like him enough to pray for his well being. The staff of this manor inclined toward the duchess and only endured him since they did not have a choice.

"Why do you care about the lord?" he could not help but ask. Could it be that she was feeding her actions?

But as he looked at her face, her eyes looked so earnest despite being misty.

"Because I do not like his blank face. When he called me darling.. His voice was devoid of any emotions. I want to see if he will be happy in his life, would his expressions soften? Would he smile for someone with a twinkle in his eyes?" she shook her head looking painful. Damon frowned. He had never called her darling. Right?

"Hey knight! I am exhausted. Can you carry me in your arms?"

"...."