THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

Chapter 29. Oscar Frederick, Part VI

Chapter 29. Oscar Frederick, Part VI

Translator: Khan

Editor: SootyOwl

Oscar had sent a servant to the designer in charge of his clothes, and in the meantime, he had intended to look around the mansion to relieve his boredom because he couldn't relax in his uniform.

His attitude toward Aria had softened due to various misunderstandings.

She could've kept talking until the servant had come back, but at that point, she had to pull herself out. It was better to leave a little bit of regret than to spend time with useless chatter.

"Then please, rest in peace."

"Yes, you too."

Oscar's eyes were glued to Aria's back, which headed to the third floor. In many ways, it was natural to pay attention to her, who was unlike the rumors. Even if his interest was not borne out of her being of the opposite sex, she was enough to attract his interest as a person.

Oscar thought of Aria's enthralling smile, which he had seen in the dining hall. It certainly wasn't a look she should've been able to make at her age. Then, he seemed to have lost his words for a while due to her beautiful face, which had attracted him instantly.

On the other hand, the fact that no one had called her even though lunchtime had already passed, or that she had been watering the garden by herself, or that her eyes had welled with tears even though she had only made a small mistake confused him.

'What in the world is she really like? No, are both versions real?'

He could see her turn around when he approached the stairs. He didn't know if it was by coincidence, but somehow his eyes seemed to have run into Aria's, so she looked at him questioningly.

The fragile look he had just seen was gone, but she had a strange look about her, the one he had seen at the dining hall.

Oscar shook his head, thinking, 'What would I do with such a thought?'

It was a useless conjecture that didn't help at all. Their relationship would end as soon as he sent someone to return the handkerchief. At least, he thought so.

* * *

Mielle and Cain returned to the mansion shortly after going out. Because they had wanted to go out with Oscar in the first place, his absence had been like a gift box with no content, which was of no use for anything. Even in that short period of time, Mielle had bought several items, including something to present to Oscar.

However, for fear that Oscar would reject her gift, Cain acted in her stead. Oscar had just finished a bath, so his hair was slightly wet. When Cain saw him, he cocked his head questioningly.

"I was uncomfortable."

"You washed up at this time of the day because you were uncomfortable?"

Cain's gaze went out of the sunny window. It was only three in the afternoon, so he couldn't understand how he had been so uncomfortable that he had needed to wash.

"I even had new clothes brought in."

"Oh, that's right. Your clothes are different."

Oscar was dressed in his favorite style of garment, so Cain shrugged, thinking that he had ordered a servant to bring him new clothes since there was no such design among the guest garments prepared by the family of the count.

"Take this."

"What is it?"

"Didn't you say you lost the nib of your pen? I bought this when I remembered it."