The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 29

The carriage arrived at the Jeon, but it couldn’t pull up directly in front of the mansion. Soo-hyun’s carriage was already occupying the space.

Jungkook found his father’s almost daily outings before dinner increasingly frustrating, but he couldn’t skip paying his respects. He directed his own carriage to pull aside and disembarked first.

To his surprise, his father’s carriage didn’t stop and continued past the mansion, heading out of the estate as if in a hurry to meet his mistress in the suburbs.

Suppressing his disappointment, Jungkook turned back to his own carriage. He narrowed his eyes at the scene inside. His wife was already nestled comfortably in Gella’s arms. Gella’s steady posture, despite being hunched over by the carriage’s ceiling, reassured Jungkook that entrusting Lisa to her care had been the right decision.

“Hand her over to me,” he instructed.

“Yes, here…” Gella swiftly handed over the young madam and then climbed out of the carriage. As was her habit, she checked inside the carriage and pointed to the box behind the cushions.

“What should I do with that box?”

“You take it,” Jungkook replied.

Gella, thinking it a lucky windfall, grabbed the box from the upscale pastry shop. As she hurried to catch up with the young master striding ahead, she heard him ask without turning back.

“Can you handle a dagger?”

She felt it would be prudent to say she couldn’t, but lying wasn’t an option either. Hesitating, she responded respectfully, “I’m good at anything that cuts.”

“Good,” was all he said, offering no further explanation.

Gella followed him with a puzzled expression

Meanwhile, the royal maids watched the scene unfold from a second-floor window. Their suspicious eyes followed Gella, who was carrying a box clearly from a patisserie and speaking animatedly to Jungkook. With his arms occupied holding Lisa, Jungkook responded briefly before heading toward the mansion, his expression appearing somewhat irritated.

In contrast, Gella, holding the box, walked somewhere else, her excitement evident. The royal maids collectively frowned.

“Looks like he’s giving her a gift to send her back to the knights’ quarters. Maybe he’s done with his business outside.”

“I don’t know. She doesn’t quite seem like a lover.”

“She could be his type. Otherwise, why would he take her out like that?”

“Something’s off. I can’t put my finger on it,” said Mrs. Maleca, furrowing her brow before waving her hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. If she isn’t his lover, we can make her one.”

“A little early, but would you like to have dinner now?” Jungkook asked.

“No, not now,” Lisa replied wearily. The outing had tired her, and she stumbled towards the bed, collapsing onto it with a soft thud.

After giving instructions to the waiting servant in the hallway, Jungkook returned to find the room silent. Approaching the bed, he saw Lisa curled up with her eyes closed.

As Jungkook reached out her hand to brush away her hair from her face–

“……!”

Lisa started awake, eyes wide with alarm. In the silence, their gazes met.

“You really were asleep,” Jungkook observed, to which Lisa nodded, half-raising herself before lying back down.

She had been pretending to sleep whenever she snored, but apparently, she’d always been this alert. Jungkook sighed, his expression softening as he gently patted her fragile body.