Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

That was the reason Noah couldn’t break off her engagement even though the rumors about her fiancé had already spread too much. It will take a hefty sum of money in order for the two families to become strangers again. Molitia then asked Raven about that sum of money.

“Of course. Anyone is definitely much better than my ex-fiancé.”

“If anything were to happen, do call me at any time.”

“Thank you, Duchess.”

Noah bowed to her with her utmost sincere gratitude. Noah’s situation, which must have been difficult due to her own sister, was unlike everyone else’s. Molitia held Noah warmly by the hand.

“Sister, why don’t you talk to me for a while?”

Arjan immediately separated the two after finding them. Her face still seemed to be smiling, but her voice was no longer that of her usual fresh sounding voice.

“Now, Arjan—you have to learn to stand on your own feet. You can’t be calling your sister forever. Why don’t you slowly reduce the amount of going out with me?”

She was Arjan, who had always been putting her own sister in the topic of conversation—mingled in pity and compassion. Everyone here had already known the fact that there would never be an absence of Molitia within Arjan’s own conversation.

However, the more people had watched Molitia, the more they began to feel the gap in  between the rumors which had permeated.

“Did she really behave that badly?”

Once a question had bloomed, it would soon spread through people’s own mouths. It was then enough for Molitia to create such an opportunity. Even if you, yourself, were not moving that much, rumors would still run ceaselessly.

Arjan looked at Molitia before clenching her teeth tightly. Her fury was no longer in control as it was revealed rather clearly. The atmosphere of the tea party soon became quite lush.

A soft and gentle atmosphere—it was the ideal ambience of a tea party that Molitia had wished for. Thanks to Arjan, who stepped down while swallowing her anger whole, friction was no longer created.

It was perhaps then, she decided that it would be better for her not to run into Molitia for today.

If you were to reveal your cards first, you could definitely be read much more easily. Molitia dug into that fact which Arjan had never thought of before. It was also one of the reasons why Molitia had arrived late on purpose.

“Whoa.”

Molitia then skimmed her hand over her chest softly. She pretended to be calm, but her complexion had turned a little white. If her lips weren’t painted like such red petals, her pale face might be revealed as it was.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh, Marchioness Nibeia. I’m fine. That was just a sigh of relief as everything is going better than I’ve ever imagined.”

Molitia drew a smile to the person who had approached her. Marchioness Nibeia soon took a seat next to her—along with a pleasant smile on her face.

“Without Marchioness Nibeia’s amazing advice, it would absolutely be hard to maintain such a peaceful atmosphere like this, today.”

“What do you mean by my own merit? Everything is thanks to the Duchess’s wisdom—really. I can truly feel that you had even paid very close attention to what I’ve yet advised you before.”

“Marchioness Nibeia is praising me—what more of a better compliment can there be.”

Molitia’s cheeks were immediately painted red by the sincere praise for opening the salon as well as operating the merchant group. Her seemingly innocent behavior had deepened the pleasant lines drawn on Marchioness Nibeia’s own face.

“Whoa, don’t think about any of that.”

She had been a little bit passive, but she was very thoughtful. Marchioness Nibeia’s eyes, which paid keen attention towards Molitia since she was just a young lady, had proven not to be wrong at all. Hence, Marchioness Nibeia wished to strengthen her relationship with Molitia even more.

When Marchioness Nibeia didn’t move away from Molitia’s side, a group began to form naturally around the two of them. The desire to be amongst the most influential people during the current tea party had brought all of them together.

Arjan was said to be the Marquis’s wife someday, but still, she was never the real power at all. Arjan squeezed her hands tightly as the people around her had gradually fallen apart.