The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 103

Now Seria could see Alliot’s expression hardened. But he overlooked one thing. He didn’t really know that people were staring at him too.

“Lady? What are you looking at?”

“No, Bibi. I was wondering if Sir Alliot was being eaten.”

(*the word ‘eaten’ means the people stare at them intensely in a sexual way or something)

Abigail glanced at Alliot and asked back.

“What is it, young lady?”

“Look carefully around you.”

Abigail looked around slowly. She quickly realized.

“He’s been completely eaten.”

“Isn’t it? The eyes are also very focused now. That’s a little inconvenient in this auction house. It will also ruin my plans.”

Abigail said in a very peaceful voice.

“Don’t worry, Lady, I can’t let life and plans get eaten together. I’ll keep him safe.”

“You’ll keep him safe?”

“Yes, that’ll be easy.”

“Okay.”

Abigail’s words were very reliable. Seria smiled then approached Lesche. Once she became aware of it, she realized that all the eyes of the people around her were looking closely at them. She didn’t care and grabbed Lesche’s hand.

“Honey.”

Lesche turned and looked at Seria.

“Let’s go.”

Her voice came out more resolute than she thought. But it didn’t matter, because people would have heard enough. It didn’t take long for the red eyes under the mask to look at her. Lesche suddenly lowered his head towards her. Seria was a little confused because Lesche kissed her with the veil on their faces. But it wasn’t a long kiss and Lesche retreated.

“… Why are you kissing me so suddenly? There are many eyes here.”

“I thought you meant I could kiss you.”

“Oh my God.”

Seria cleared her throat. Lesche seemed to be smiling secretly behind his white veil. He grabbed Seria’s hand and stepped closer.

“You wanted to show off that we’re a couple, didn’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“I see gazes shift to Alliot.”

“Did you know that? You knew, didn’t you?”

Lesche was a knight, so it was really amazing to see him so nonchalant without a care in the world, even with dozens of pairs of eyes on him like that.

“Bibi is going to protect Alliot.”

“Hmm?”

Hearing that, Lesche turned around. Seria followed his gaze. As if the god of timing had descended, Abigail just started talking to Alliot in a tone that was out of the ordinary.

“Sir. Please don’t worry so much.”

As if to confirm the owners of the pouring gaze, Alliot, who had been quiet, shifted his gaze.

“Worried about what?”

Abigail’s lower stomach tightened.

“Your ‘night performance’! But there must be a cure.”