PBPGD

CHAPTER 96

"Convince...? What are you thinking?"

A bitter anger slipped out from his throat. It was the first time that Claude got mad at Lia.

But Canillia didn't avoid his sharp gaze.

It wasn't scary, nor was surprising.

Claude then closed his eyes and shook his head, as if pressing down the
anger and continued what he was saying.

"Canillia, I didn't hide it to hurt you. I was scared... I'm afraid that you'll resent me and be upset."

Claude's face is stained with misery.

The feelings he spoke of was something that she knew as well.

At that time when Lia was hiding that she was a woman, she was worried a lot about disappointing him. Anxious and afraid that Claude would be dismayed because of her lie, that he would resent and hate her.

"Trust me, please..."

Canillia tightly closed her lips and looked directly into his blue eyes.

To trust him.

Lia never doubted Claude. She also knew that he didn't lie just to harm her.

Nevertheless, it was still sad and heartbreaking for Lia.

Her green eyes, imbued with the moonlight, sway like a lake.

"Then, if you're sorry... please tell me."

Lia tried to hold it in, but tears come flowing down her cheeks and fell on the back of her clasped hand.

"It may seem trivial, but those letters are precious to me... You really made me upset. I mean..."

In a voice that was tight and sparsely leaked out, Claude hugged her with all his might.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hiding it, Canillia."

With his face buried, his jacket smelled the way Lia liked it. The scent of deep lavender that she smelled on the day she fell in love for the first time.

"I don't want to be hated... not even a bit of you."

Lia wanted to cry and hug him, but she knew that nothing would get better.

Canillia pushed Claude's chest away.

His eyes were dark when he looked down at her hands pushing him, and raised his gaze to her.

"Give me back the letters. Let me take care of it myself."

At one point, Lia felt his hesitation, but Claude nodded in the end.

"Okay, I'll do that."

Canillia gave him a hug without saying a word after his consent was granted.

His large arms wrapped on her back was trembling.

From a distance, the lights of the mansion feel so far away.

Claude kissed her on the shoulder, and lifted his head to kiss her lips. Their moist wet lips overlap, the hot and soft tongue digs in.

Lia habitually wrapped her hands around his neck and touched his reddened ears. He didn't even take a sip of liquor, but his throat seems to dry out with an intense thirst.

The tongues clinging to one another as their lips crushed, sucking and biting each other's lips.

Every time the jaw moved, it will break apart and they would repeat doing it.

Licking her lower lips, Claude got up and raise his knee on the sofa. He casually tilts his head and looked up.

(t/n: I think this is what they call kiss and make up ehem.. )