I won't pick up the trash i threw away again

Chapter-15

It was so absurd that I couldn't say anything. This absurdity made what I couldn't say seemed to disappear.

What did you mean you're doing it on my behalf? Wouldn't I know if I asked for it? I didn't say anything, but I guessed it was funny to me.

I even removed the smile I was barely making and looked at Cecily coldly.

Cecily was a little perplexed looking at me, whether she noticed it or not.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Are you really asking because you don't know why I looked at you this way?

I spontaneously gained strength around my lips. My head was burning.

Whenever there's Philen, I didn't want to argue with this woman, but I thought I needed to say a word.

"Cecily worked hard to embroider for the Lady and me, even though she wasn't a single body." Philen looked at me with pathetic eyes. "But you didn't thank her, instead you looked at her with such eyes. I can't help but feel that the Lady is so pathetic."

My head throbbed as if I had been hit by something hard. My mind became confused and my eyes were blurred. It wasn't because of tears. I wasn't emotional enough to cry for this kind of thing. And I didn't want to cry in front of Philen and this woman.

It didn't take long for me to recapture my swaying emotions. I gently closed my eyes, then opened them and spoke.

"I'm not being too much, I'm sure the Duke was the one who's being too much."

"I'm being too much?"

"No matter how this woman has the Duke's child, she is a mistress. She can't go out proudly with the Duke in public, and she has to live in the shadows for the rest of her life."

Cecily's face turned pale at my words. Cecily staggered and leaned against Philen.

Philen looked at me, supporting Cecily.

But knowing that I would recoil with fear, I twisted my lips and didn't stop talking. "Such a woman dared to invade my authority as a fiancée, am I supposed to be generous to her?"

"It wasn't an invasion. She said it was a pure heart for the Lady and me."

"Unsolicited favors are often referred to as useless pricks."

"Lady Thebesa!" His shout rumbled down the hallway.

Servants' eyes were focused. Those who weren't here began to gather.

I couldn't believe we're fighting over a mistress. What an unseemly figure she was.

"It's up to you if you want to bring that handkerchief to the banquet, Duke. But don't tell anyone that I was the one who embroidered it." Feeling the need to close the conversation, I concluded. "Because I have no intention of answering that way."

Social circles implicitly allow the nobles to have a mistress, but as I said, they couldn't bring them to the public. It's because they know it's a shame that they don't dare.

But what would happen if Philen attended the banquet wearing a handkerchief embroidered by a mistress? Certainly, the other nobles would criticize Philen for his immorality and point their finger. I would also criticize him for not cracking down on his conduct, but it didn't matter.

It was a hundred times better for her to be cursed at than lying that I was the one who embroidered the handkerchief.

No matter how ignorant he was, Philen was also a noble.