Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 33

Since when has he been watching?

Aria quickly looked at Lloyd’s expression.

The boy’s smooth forehead had cracks as before.

This situation seemed unsatisfying, but he didn’t seem to know anything.

‘He didn’t see it.’

Aria sighed in relief.

If he had witnessed her move with the movement scroll, he would have started to doubt her again.

As she lifted her head, rainwater poured in through the hole.

Lloyd stared tenaciously at the raindrops that flowed from her eyes and formed a mask, running down her chin.

The eyes, blacker than the night sky, shone like a wild beast.

He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Is it rain or tears?”

“…”

Well, of course it was rainwater.

Aria couldn’t understand those words.

Then she suddenly remembered a scene in the opera ‘Aida’. The main character, Aida, was in the rain to hide her crying.

Crying in the corner that no one can find out.

‘Is that a misunderstanding?’

Sold to the Grand Duchy and with no other to turn to, she hid in the rain and cried secretly. Because she was afraid to show people even her flowing tears.

It was an absurd misunderstanding, but there was no way to solve the misunderstanding.

‘No, it might be better to let it be misunderstood….’

Because she doesn’t have any excuses for why she was out alone. So Aria avoided his gaze, as she did not answer the boy’s question.

“It’s a talent to go against my nerves this much.”

Lloyd grabbed the railing of the terrace and jumped lightly. Mud stuck to the boy’s trousers, which were made of fine fabric. He approached her without paying any attention to his clothes getting wet.

“If you speak, I will understand.”

“…”

“If you don’t face anything, I’ll feel bad.”

“…”

“Whether it’s rain, people or anything, don’t leave like this.”

Lloyd came close to her threateningly and clenched his fists tightly.

He seemed not to know why he had to put up with this. As if he didn’t know what to do with Aria, who made him say this.

Lloyd’s eyes, soaked in rainwater, sank more and more deeper than the deep sea.

‘Calm down.’

Aria put her hand on the boy’s head as if saying so.

“…..”

“…..”

Her hand didn’t even reach the top of his head, so it was closer to touching his bangs.

She admired in her mind.

The feel of his hair was soft. The slender, slickness was easily disorganized between her fingers.

‘As expected, this person was still a child?

As if he was very surprised, his wide open eyes felt cuter than expected, and Aria was perplexed inside.