I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 59

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 59

And to others, they looked like a very affectionate couple.

Susan, who had been watching with jealous eyes, turned her head to Christine standing beside her.

“Christine. Where is your fiancé?”

“Over there.”

In the direction Christine pointed, a man was standing.

A man with short green hair was persistently staring at the Duke’s fiancée.

Christine’s expression darkened, consumed by jealousy.

“Christine, I’m telling you this for the sake of our friendship. Wouldn’t you feel a little better if we unmasked that wicked woman who’s deceiving Duke?”

Susan gently took Christine’s hand as if she truly cared for her.

Christine grasped Susan’s hand with a moved expression.

The jewelry she had offered to the Young Ladies to be included in this gathering was enormous. Yet they often ignored her. Until the Duke’s fiancée appeared.

Now she felt like she was proudly part of them.

“I think so too.”

Meanwhile, Amanda, who was standing behind them, held a champagne glass and chuckled.

She could clearly see what plan Susan was hatching.

The Western Social Circle was divided between men who followed Susan and men who followed her.

Since it seemed like Susan would be dealt with this time, she planned to just watch.

She’s messing with the wrong person.

This is why women shouldn’t fall in love.

Susan was blinded by love and couldn’t read the Duke’s attitude.

Just now, hadn’t the Duke let his struggling fiancée rest in a space away from people out of consideration?

Above all, from the Duke’s attitude she saw at the dress shop, she felt that he would protect his fiancée no matter what she did.

Susan was trying to provoke such an opponent using Christine. She planned to just watch Susan fall.

“I hope Christine will be happy above all else.”

“Yes. I have to find my own happiness. I’ll make that woman who toyed with my fiancé apologize.”

Christine spoke as if she had been brainwashed.

Susan smiled encouragingly and pressed a glass full of wine into Christine’s hand.

Christine blinked in confusion as she inadvertently received the wine glass.

“This is…”

“You might need it.”

Susan smiled brightly and tightly gripped Christine’s hand holding the wine glass.

Christine nodded slightly and headed straight toward the Duke’s fiancée with the wine glass in hand.

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After the Duke left, Marine tried not to lose the smile on her lips, not knowing where someone might be watching her.

I’m hungry. I want to take off these shoes.

She glanced at the food table right next to her.

Colorful chocolates piled like a mountain. Cakes of various shapes. Canapés with cheese and cherries on crispy crackers. Salad with sweet cream and grilled cherry tomatoes on cool cucumbers. Refreshing fruit in finger-sized cups.

Marine secretly swallowed as she stole glances at the food. All she had consumed from morning until now was water.

Should I eat just one? Would they gossip about the Duke’s fiancée eating such things?

Most of the noble women at the party ate nothing. At most, they moistened their lips with wine or champagne.

Especially young noble women were ashamed to open their mouths and eat something at parties. They thought it would be a disaster if they needed to go to the bathroom.

Marine tried to turn away from the table, but the food flickered in her pale green eyes.

Think of the Duke’s reputation. None of the other Young Ladies are eating.

Growl. As she kept debating whether to eat or not, her stomach also churned.

Marine looked down at her stomach with pitiful eyes and made a decision.

Alright. I’ll eat just one.

Marine stealthily walked to the table, hid her arm behind her back, and picked up a small chocolate.

Returning to her spot, Marine covered her mouth with her fan and quickly put the chocolate in her mouth.

The rich dark chocolate full of flavor melted instantly. They said they brought a famous pastry chef from the Capital for the party.

It was delicious enough to make her eyes widen.

The problem was that after eating one, her appetite was even more stimulated.

I don’t care anymore.

Just as she was about to move closer to the table with the intention of eating properly, someone called her from behind.

“Marine, you look very beautiful today.”

At someone’s sarcastic words, Marine gritted her teeth to avoid frowning as much as possible.

Hearing the voice she wanted to forget again made her appetite disappear completely.

She never wanted to hear this voice again.

Marine took an inconspicuous deep breath and slowly turned around.

Short green hair. Long, narrow eyes. Greedy brown eyes full of desire. Thin lips.

Gavium Norman.

A cold, snake-like gaze swept over her face.

“You…”

Marine’s expression hardened.

She was dumbfounded. How could this person appear so boldly in front of her?

“It’s been a while, Marine. I’m Viscount Norman now. Father passed the title to me.”

Gavium stared at her intently while proudly introducing himself.

Marine gripped the fan in her hand tightly. Otherwise, she felt like she might slap that face.

The Duke’s words about being a fighter seemed to be true.

“No.”

Marine spoke coldly in a low voice.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not ‘it’s been a while,’ you should kneel down and beg for forgiveness while saying you’re sorry.”

“Ha, what?”

Gavium twisted his lips viciously.

“If you won’t apologize, I have nothing more to say to you.”

Just as she was about to leave, Gavium blocked her way.

When he stepped closer, her body stiffened momentarily.

Noticing her reaction, Gavium’s eyes gleamed cruelly as he sneered.

“You’ve become quite arrogant now that you’re Duke’s fiancée. Despite being a beggar?”

Marine stared at him with emotionless eyes. As he said, there had been such a time.

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As soon as Father died in a carriage accident, dozens of debt collection notices flew to the house.

After failing in ship investment, it seemed he had made another reckless investment to cover that investment.

She sold all her assets to pay Father’s debts. And moved to a cabin. She had no money at all and was in a position where she had to do any work.

Marine went to Viscount Norman’s estate to ask for a job from Viscount Norman, who had been Father’s friend. She could see them building a more splendid and larger annex next to the main house.

They said they invested in the same ship, but Father went bankrupt while Viscount Norman’s house had become wealthier.

Viscount Norman said he would consider her pitiful situation and offered her a position as a tutor for his seven-year-old youngest daughter Catherine.

Marine accepted with a very grateful heart.

So she commuted to the Viscount’s estate five days a week.

After finishing lessons and walking through the garden to go home, Gavium called her.

“Lady Schwentz.”

“Hello, Young Lord Norman.”

Marine stood up from her seat and looked at Gobium approaching.

She had occasionally encountered him when her father was alive, but had never properly conversed with him.

“Take this.”

Gobium held out a picnic basket.

“What is this?”

“Food. Catherine says you haven’t been eating well lately?”

“….”

Marine’s face turned bright red. She silently lowered her head.

Hearing about her situation from a noble young lord of similar age made her feel even more ashamed.

“Here, take it. You can’t skip meals just because your house has become poor.”

Gobium directly lifted her hand and pressed the picnic basket into it.

Marine stared blankly at the picnic basket in her hands. A delicious aroma wafted from inside.

She should tell him not to pity her, that she didn’t need such things.

Marine bit her lower lip tightly.

She thought of Roanna lying in bed with a pale complexion, unable to even eat a bowl of soup.

“…Thank you. Young Lord Norman.”

Marine slowly parted her lips and bowed her head in greeting.

“What’s with such formality between us. And call me by my name from now on.”

As he patted her shoulder encouragingly, his hand lingered on her shoulder for quite a while.

Marine didn’t want to call him by his name, but being in a position of receiving help, she couldn’t refuse his suggestion.

“Yes. Lord Gobium.”

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