The Villainess Hides Her Wealth - Chapter 89.2

Chapter 89.2

“What?”

“The lady’s eyes are red, just like rubies. I think a ruby necklace would look great on you. I would have searched for a famous craftsman and commissioned it.”

Now, she knew that Sir Vieira was just putting on a show.

Yuria only heard those words because she was the woman in front of him at the time.

However, it was the first time she had heard something like that since she stepped into the social world. That was why she mistakenly thought that Sir Vieira was good to her because he had feelings for her.

“I have always been like this. I’m usually quiet.”

How he always was…

Yet he talked a lot in front of Lilika and showed her how much he liked her.

‘If he really thought about the other person, he wouldn’t have said anything that could be misunderstood.’

But that was a thing of the past.

Though it was an embarrassing and shameful memory… Yuria decided not to blame herself for being stupid in the past.

“So, are you saying you won’t give it to me?”

“Yes.”

Yuria adamantly refused Sir Vieira’s request.

But he was persistent.

“D-don’t you know that giving handkerchiefs to the young men who came to the hunting competition is the rule?”

“I’m going to give it to someone else.”

“I know that you’re sulking because things have come to an end, but stop with the nonsense. If not me, who are you giving it to?”

It was funny to say that she was simply ‘sulking’ because of what had happened.

She didn’t even have to swallow her laughter, she just let it flow naturally. As she did, Sir Vieira’s breathing became harsh, and in the end, he crossed the line.

“You’re just going to give it to anyone who passes by, aren’t you?”

“Whoever I give it to, it’s none of your business…”

“You have no better man to give the handkerchief to other than me!”

Yuria’s expression hardened at his words.

The occasional laughter around them also stopped. The atmosphere turned unusual.

“Look at the men in attendance here. The only good hunter here is me or your brother, Sir Primrose. But do you think he will give you the glory of the hunting competition?”

However, Sir Vieira did not seem to be able to consider his surroundings. His voice continued to grow louder.

“Are you going to give a handkerchief to a man who can’t bring you any prey?”

“…”

“It’s not like His Highness Crown Prince Enoch will receive your handkerchief. It would be less embarrassing to just give it to me.”

It was embarrassing for a noblewoman that the man she gave the handkerchief didn’t perform well in the hunting competition. She wouldn’t have prey dedicated to her.

In that sense, Sir Vieira could be confident.

The winners of the hunting competitions were almost always Sir Vieira or Jiksen, her brother.

‘But Brother Jiksen seems to be in bad shape today.’

Even though he was usually lazy when it came to practice, Jiksen always took the lead in front of people if he could get attention from his swordsmanship.

But it bothered her that he had been quiet all this time.

She asked a knight of the family implicitly, and it seemed that he was in bad shape today.

‘Then, unless something unusual happens, Sir Vieira will be the winner.’

There didn’t seem to be anyone else who would receive her handkerchief.

Compared to before, her reputation had improved considerably.

She had felt it since the last banquet, but there were quite a few men secretly throwing gazes at her.

‘But… it’s as Sir Vieira said.’

Among them, there was no young man who would offer her prey to save her dignity.

‘I can’t believe he’s embarrassing me in front of everyone.’

Sir Vieira smiled vilely at the sight of Yuria with her mouth shut as if she had just taken a blow.

As he knew, after distancing herself from him, Yuria did not have a man who she spoke to.

‘Isn’t Crown Prince Enoch the only one she has been talking to? How many words did he tell her out of sympathy because she is close to his sister?’

Yes, he was like that. Crown Prince Enoch was kind to everyone.

There were also many noblewomen who admired him.

Just now, as he was walking along, he saw countless noble ladies who wanted to hand over handkerchiefs to the crown prince.

‘He would refuse her politely, as he has done so far.’

There was no way that Crown Prince Enoch, who had never received a handkerchief before, would suddenly change and receive Yuria’s.

‘Since she came to the hunting competition, she’ll have to give it to someone. She lied about having a man to give it to because of her pride.’

If Yuria had another man, she wouldn’t have come like this. As he found out, she was close to Princess Vivian, but she hadn’t spoken to any young men for a long time.

So, Yuria’s refusal just now…

Well, it was offensive, but it was actually just a slap on the wrist.