Chapter 7
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(Renée’s POV)
The task that Reden took over.
I felt guilty even though I wasn’t the one who neglected it.
God, so it was originally Renée Blair’s job, but Reden took care of it.
However, if it was Renée Blair’s duty in the first place, then this makes things easier.
“Well, yes! It was originally my duty so I want to take care of it from now on. Please give me the position, Sir.”
I clasped my hands together and said as if I was begging. But Reden was an impregnable fortress. I cramped my face and sighed. My sudden visit must seem quite suspicious.
“I asked what kind of trick you are pulling..”
He fixed his eyes on the paper again. Time seemed to be a waste.
“I’m not pulling any tricks…”
“You neglected it, making me take over the responsibility. Now you claim you want to do it. Do you think I’ll believe you without doubting your intentions?”
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Of course, it’s not like I don’t understand where he’s coming from.
Worried about my adamant stance, he bit his lips tightly and put his hands on the desk.
“Then, what do I need to do to earn your trust?”
His hand paused. I added another condition since he didn’t seem to mean to ignore me.
“If you’re unable to trust me, you can put in some conditions.”
“…Hmm.”
Conditions. He muttered and looked up.
His eyes, similar to mine, were calm as a still lake. He doubts my intentions and remains as an impregnable fortress. But I can see that he’s sincerely considering my words.
“If I do well, perhaps you can put more trust in me?”
I thought he would give me a response, but instead he came up with a random question.
“I wasn’t going to ask you this but what’s wrong with your face?”
My face?
I touched my face wondering what was on it. I felt a slight pang on my cheek. The pain made me realize that it was the cheek that I slapped because of the quest. I shrugged and responded in an indifferent tone.
“Oh, this.”
“Who hit you?””
“Why? Are you worried about your sister getting beat up?”
“Worried?”
Reden repeated my words in a mocking tone.
Oh, well. I know that you and Renée Blair weren’t close enough to each other for you to worry… Still, mocking at me like this still hurts my feelings.
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Slightly embarrassed, I coughed and shrugged.
