How To Hide Emperor's Child

Chapter 89

"Come on, sweetheart. Try this."

The Duke of Reston handed a cookie to Theor.

It was a sweet voice as if dripping honey.

It was a figure that no one could ever imagine.

"......I won't eat it."

Theor ran behind the chair, avoiding the Duke's hand.

He hid behind the back of the chair, revealing only his face.

The Duke smiled and put the cookie back down on the bowl.

"You don't like sweets?"

Theor replied while wary of him trying to catch him.

"No, I do not want it."

Then he hid completely behind the back of the chair, avoiding his eyes.

Theor hated the man named the Duke.

The nape of his neck he had held still throbbed and hurt.

It was also strange that he suddenly smiled kindly, having grabbed his neck a moment ago and angry.

He seemed like a high-ranking person, but just looking at him frightened him.

The Duke smiled contentedly as he wiped his hands with a napkin.

"You're not like a normal kid. Is it because you have precious blood?"

The Duke thought children would like sweets like this.

In fact, the Duke did not like children.

Children were just noisy and annoying creatures.

But he likes this little one.

This child is the heir to the throne.

When this child becomes emperor, he will become a regent and lawfully rule the empire.

Becoming a regent had long been his dream.

For that dream, he educated Astelle as the future empress.

Although he failed because of Kaizen, Astelle still did her part.

Because she gave birth to such a cute and clever prince.

'If this child becomes emperor, I will rule the empire.'

While the Duke was imagining such happiness, there was a commotion in the hallway.

bang!

The door of the drawing-room opened with a bang.

Fritz entered the drawing-room.

"Father!"

"Have you forgotten how to knock?"

Fritz walked towards his father angrily.

"I heard you brought Theor. Where is he—"

"Uncle Fritz?"

Theor, who was hiding behind a chair, heard a familiar voice and raised his head.

"Theor?"

"Uncle Fritz!"

Theor rushed out and hugged him.

"Theor are you o-"

Fritz, who was about to ask if he was okay, stared blankly at Theor's tearful face.

'His eyes......'

His eyes are red.

"......uncle?"

When Fritz didn't respond, Theor grabbed the hem of his robe.