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  Chapter 121

The Baroness seemed to feel bad about having to change her class schedule on such short notice. In addition, it would be a hassle to send an errand boy to deliver a cake to her when the mansion was already so busy. Liv said she would just stop by the bakery and pick up the cake she had ordered.

It wasn’t a long distance, so she planned to take her time. However, the Baroness apologized for not being prepared and pushed her into the carriage.

“I could just walk there.”

At Liv’s muttering to herself, Camille responded with a chuckle.

“I guess she also wants to cheer me on.”

“Cheer… No, please don’t say anything.”

It reminded her that Camille had said something peculiar to Baron Vendons. Liv had never thought that the Baroness would be as nosy as the Baron in others’ love lives.

She felt she should tell her in private that she was uncomfortable with this kind of situation. Otherwise, she would end up in a similar situation again and again because of their nosiness.

Feeling somewhat dizzy, Liv touched her forehead. When Camille saw the look of distress on her face, he made a bashful face.

“Was my honesty not enough to earn your trust?”

Did he really believe that being honest about his identity and purpose would make all relationships better? How naive of him.

Or maybe Camille’s life had always been that way.

Biting her lip, Liv looked straight at Camille, who sat across from her.

“I do not have a romantic interest in you at all, Mr. Marcel.”

“… Oh.”

“So I’m uncomfortable with this kind of unnatural encounter.”

Camille blinked at the blunt rejection. His brow furrowed, he broke into an awkward smile and scratched his cheek.

“… You treat me colder after I revealed that I am Eleanor.”

“Were you trying to get me intimidated?”

“No way.”

Camille immediately waved his hands in the air as if he had heard something outrageous. Liv, looking at him, spoke in a slightly subdued voice.

“You’ve been honest with me, so I gave you an honest answer. If I don’t, I think you’ll continue to pretend like you don’t know.”

“For now… Yes, I understand.”

If you understand, then that’s it. What’s with “for now”?

Liv gave him a sour look at his answer, which was tinged with regret. However, Camille rubbed his lower jaw, lost in thought, and then spoke up.

“By the way, I’m asking this because I’m really curious.”

“Yes.”

“Am I that unattractive?”

He looked like he truly didn’t understand. Taken aback by his overconfidence and ironclad stance, Liv dropped her jaw.

She, who had been speechless, finally managed to reply.

“… Attractiveness can’t be measured by an objective number.”

“Sure, that’s true, but I’m not a guy who will get dumped. I’ve never been so pathetic like this.”