Special Chapter: IBTMITL

Chapter 271

What happened to my ears?

Did the word honey come out of Perez's mouth?

It was Perez, who was embarrassed to even call himself that when I was playing around in the carriage leaving Lombardi and didn't know where to put himself.

But why all of a sudden?

"H- honey?"

"Yeah."

When I asked my question, Perez lengthened his words and answered.

No, I didn't call you!!

Seeing my embarrassment clearly, he even smiled and hugged me tightly.

"You weren't there before, so I came to find you. I was worried."

"Huh? I'm sorry. Just being a bit boring."

"Really? Good job."

The touch of stroking my hair and forehead is also outspoken.

Suspicious, suspicious.

I looked at Perez with squinty eyes.

I don't know when it's just the two of us, but in a place where other people are together, this kind of relentless touch.

This is not like him.

It's like you're acting like you're looking at others.

At that moment, I could see Perez's eyes gliding as he looked down at me affectionately.

And at the end of his gaze, which I secretly followed, I was able to find the answer to this situation.

It was Mortega Loupe, who was standing still with a shocked face.

"By the way, what about you?"

Perez, who had some cool eyes, asked Mortega Loupe.

Maybe it's just his personality as well as his innocent looks.

Mortega couldn't answer, as if he were a bit dumbfounded.

He only looked at me and Perez with his trembling eyes alternately.

It seems that he is very surprised by the sudden love act between the couple.

Yes, it could be.

It was when I tried to introduce myself, hiding my embarrassment.

"This is Mortega."

"I'm sorry! Excuse me!"

"Ah......"

This.

I was just about to talk about the Lombardi Scholarship Foundation.

That's too bad.

I was going to persuade him.

Later, I had to send a formal letter and make a proposal.

Since no artist refuses the Lombardi Foundation's proposal, Mortega Loupe will also accept it.

Thinking so, I watched Mortega Loupe's back as he mixed with people.

"Why?"

Until I felt the gentle touch of stroking my cheek.

As I turned my head along the touch, I met Perez's eyes.

It was a persistent eye somewhere.

"What?"

"Why... do you keep looking at him?"

"Well, that's too bad."

Maybe I'm not my grandfather's granddaughter for nothing.