Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 91

C91

"Oh, that's nice to hear."

Isidor finally smiled.

"Is this a song from another country? It doesn't seem like a song that nobles would enjoy listening to."

Where the hell did she learn this? Or was this also something new she created?

Curiosity surged once again.

Princess Deborah always took unexpected turns, and her behavior was completely unpredictable.

It's the same now.

The princess who suddenly pretended to be a piano teacher began to increase the speed of the accompaniment with a playful expression like that of a child, and his heart began to beat even faster to match the rhythm.

"I'm dizzy."

While her long, white fingers moved quickly to one side, Isidor's elegant hand began to wander back and forth on the keyboard as if he were lost.

Then, he accidentally collided with her hand.

—!

He was terribly surprised.

The buttons of his sleeves got stuck when he pressed the keys, so Isidor rolled up his sleeve once, and the exposed bare skin appeared between the gloves and the shirt.

He also wore long sleeves and thin gloves even in the summer, so he never revealed his bare skin in this way. However, today was a very exceptional case.

It felt like their skins brushed against each other for a moment.

Heat overtook his entire body due to unexpected contact, so he suddenly stood up without realizing it.

He must be crazy.

From the moment he saw her burst into laughter, his mind became strange. Everything was beyond expectations and control.

This is dangerous.

Confused by the word that came to mind, he tried to run away, but she clung to him to finish playing.

"Why are you holding me when I'm in trouble, even though you've been watching me all this time?"

His reasoning returned a bit due to resentment and twisted projection.

It was quite arbitrary and impulsive on his part to remove the fallen leaves from her shoulder.

Isidor, who was spinning his fingers around the fallen leaf, which was tinged with red in early autumn, looked at her pale wrist that had been exposed through the open sleeves.

He hated anyone touching him from before.

Misophobia has been a long-standing habit of his. He assumed it was probably related to "that matter."

When he was young, he was so sensitive that he couldn't bear the possibility of other people entering his space.

However, after learning that he would have great trouble with social activities if they found out his misophobia was severe, he invited various tutors to learn social dances to suppress those feelings.

Perhaps, because of his strong will not to reveal his weaknesses, he could dance with the ladies without any problem in important places.

However, he had to use gloves to provide psychological shielding.

The glove was a basic accessory that knights with calloused hands used, so it seemed that there was no problem on the surface.

So, it was easier for him to make excuses to himself.