The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 253
Chapter 253
Translator: Yonnee
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“…Radis, did you just call me beautiful?”
“……”
Radis couldn’t bring herself to answer and pressed her fingers to her temples to calm the boiling turmoil inside her.
Unable to honestly reveal her feelings, she lashed out instead.
“Why on earth did you suddenly decide to look so beautiful? Who are you trying to impress…?!”
“What? No, I mean, when I tried wearing some different colors before, you didn’t say anything. So, I thought maybe if I wore something completely bright, you’d notice…”
“You told me not to talk about clothes because it makes you self-conscious!”
“Oh, right. I did say that, didn’t I? But it’s okay now.”
Yves smiled broadly and pointed to his chest.
“As long as I have this, it’s okay.”
What he pointed to was the black corsage Radis had made for him, with a large, thumb-sized ruby in the center.
Seeing it, Radis’s face started to turn red.
Yves brushed Radis’s hair back and leaned in close, his lips almost touching her ear as he whispered.
“Radis, it’s okay to fall for me. No, please, fall for me.”
At his sweet whisper, she had to stomp her foot, covering her face with both hands.
“…This is infuriating. Humiliating… Annoying…!”
“Honestly, you were jealous earlier, weren’t you?”
“No, I wasn’t!”
“It was written all over your face. Jealousy.”
“No, it wasn’t!”
Yves wrapped his arms around Radis tightly.
“Wow, I’m really so happy.”
“Ugh…!”
“You’re falling for me, aren’t you? Sorry, Radis. I’m just too pretty.”
“Aaaah…”
Even as she groaned, Radis couldn’t help but bury her nose in his chest.
He smelled of the South.
The scent of lush trees, moist earth, and warm winds was deeply embedded in him.
That familiar fragrance mixed with his sweet body scent surrounded her.
She had no choice.
It was almost like a drug.
With her eyes tightly closed, Radis rested her cheek against his chest.
‘Ah…’
Strangely, even though she was in a place full of strangers, at that moment, she felt like she was home.
* * *
When Olivier arrived at the banquet hall, he noticed that the atmosphere was strangely chaotic.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’
He passed by the oddly excited people and headed for his seat.
Or at least, he tried to.
“Your Highness the Third Prince…!”
It wasn’t Olivier’s usual mood that annoyed him, but Yves Russell coming towards him with a dazzling smile and a spring in his step.
‘Has he gone mad?’
Olivier scanned Yves Russell with infinitely cold eyes.
Though Yves’s effort to wear white from head to toe, having been told by Olivier that he disliked black clothes, was somewhat commendable, his behavior was anything but normal.
After sending a ludicrous ‘breakup’ letter just hours before, now he was approaching him with such familiarity, which was something a sane person wouldn’t do.
Olivier raised his hand to stop Yves Russell from coming any closer and spoke.
“Marquis Russell. What is this about?”
Yves Russell asked with a bright smile.
“Did you receive my letter?”
“…Was that letter some kind of joke?”
“A joke? Not at all. It was a letter filled with nothing but my sincerity.”
Olivier’s lips curled into a smile that was almost better suited for expressing anger. It was a cold, mocking smile.
With that smile, Olivier walked up to Yves Russell, stopping only when they were close enough to feel each other’s breath.
In a voice as sharp as a honed blade, he whispered,
“Alright, let’s hear it. What did you want so badly that you turned down a title?”
Yves Russell beamed and said,
“Well, I have feelings for Radis.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the air between them grew icy.
A flicker of curiosity appeared in Olivier’s violet eyes but quickly vanished. In the next moment, his expression turned a mix of pity and satisfaction, as if he were looking at a dear friend being led to the gallows.
It wasn’t a fabricated expression. Olivier genuinely felt those emotions. Yves Russell had been the only one to ever glimpse the true feelings hidden behind Olivier’s mask, even for a brief moment.
In that inexplicable sense of regret, Olivier slightly furrowed his brows and nodded.
“Alright. I suppose that could be the case.”
“I thought you’d understand, Your Highness.”
“Yes. And because of that, you’ll lose everything.”
Olivier continued in a sorrowful tone, his violet eyes shimmering.
“You’ll lose your title and your lands. Your household will be torn apart, with its bloodline scattered or lost. You’ll watch all of it crumble before you finally face the guillotine.”
In that same soft whisper, Olivier continued.
“That will be the price for mocking me.”
Just then, a victorious smile appeared on Yves Russell’s lips. Looking in one direction, he suddenly shouted,
“Radis!”
At his call, Radis, who had been standing by a central table in the banquet hall, turned around.
Olivier’s face hardened as he spotted Radis.
Yves Russell leaned in close to Olivier, as if they were the best of friends.
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