Yulia's POV:
Perhaps it’s because of the description in the original.
Or have I really seen him at least once before?
The more I saw him, the more I felt familiar with his face.
It would have been memorable if I looked at a face as handsome as Chester.
But why didn’t I remember it properly?
Well, if I met him when we were very young, the memory could have faded over time.
“The only silver hairs I’ve met are my father-in-law and brother-in-law, except for you.”
Now that was very natural.
I thought about what to say, but I decided to leave it alone because we were engaged and eventually get married anyway.
“…You really didn’t see me when we were young?”
I couldn’t trust my memory completely.
That’s why I asked.
Since Chester said that if I ask him anything, he’ll be happy to answer, I asked that.
However, I had no choice but to erase the expectation as he shook his head.
“As a child, Yulia would never have seen me.”
“As expected…”
“When I came to the castle after my parents passed away, I was only given the title directly by His Majesty.”
“I must have been mistaken.”
Because my memory is blurry.
No, actually, I thought it would be nice if Chester was the one I saw when I was young.
It was just my greed. It was just an illusion.
In the first place, I had never participated in someone’s succession ceremony.
No, I didn’t go out of the castle when I was young.
There was only one time I went out of the castle.
Except at that time, I never went outside of the castle and never met someone my age except for Cecil.
“Yulia.”
“What?”
I came to my senses only when I heard Chester’s voice calling me.
“I want all your attention to be directed solely at me.”
“………You’re already with me.”
“Then I want your head to be filled with only me when the two of us are together.”
Chester kissed my palm.
Those bright red eyes staring at me while kissing reminded me of an alluring devil.
I hurriedly took my hand out of his hand.
Then, I felt the carriage stop at a good time.
“…I guess we’ve arrived.”
Chester looked a little disappointed, but got off the carriage first.
He reached out to me.
“Yulia.”
I hesitated slightly, but soon put my hand on his hand.
Thanks to that, I was able to get off the carriage easily.
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My Obsessive Villain
FantasyYulia transmigrated inside a novel where the original yulia who was obsessed with crazy villain, and get killed by his hand. But why sadistic villain is getting obsessed with me insted of heroine.... Not mine. I'm not original author of this story...