I Made a Mistake in my Confession. Can I Cancel it? - Chapter 11

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Episode 11

The bedroom was bright despite having curtains drawn. Moreover, Kartan sitting at the dining table was dressed in a comfortable-looking shirt and slacks, contrary to what Lillian had worried(?) about.

Lillian was rapidly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

‘Ah, if he just wanted to eat together, he should have said so from the beginning… Why did he say things like come to the bedroom or stay the night.’

Come to think of it, among the many things the butler had said, she seemed to recall hearing that His Grace the Archduke dined separately in his room.

‘What on earth was I imagining all by myself…!’

Kartan gazed indifferently at Lillian’s reddened cheeks.

“Are you hot?”

“N-no.”

Only then did Lillian sit down at the dining table hesitantly. She wanted to hide in a mouse hole. To Lillian, who was just hanging her head low, Kartan spoke again.

“Eat up.”

“Yes…”

The embarrassed and awkward feelings completely disappeared as soon as she put the stew in her mouth. The taste was on a completely different level from other stews, as if it had been simmered slowly for a long time.

‘Wow, this is incredibly delicious?!’

She instantly cleaned her plate and looked up. She met eyes with His Grace the Archduke, who had been watching from who knows when. His Grace the Archduke looked very displeased.

‘Did I eat too frantically?’

Belatedly embarrassed, Lillian wiped her mouth. Fortunately, there was nothing on it. Only then did she notice Kartan’s untouched stew.

“It’s delicious, so why aren’t you eating?”

“My shoulder hurts.”

Kartan was just staring down at his own bowl. Somehow Lillian felt sorry.

‘I suppose that day, I withdrew my power too quickly…’

Belatedly feeling conscious, Lillian carefully put down the spoon she was holding. As she was just hanging her head, Kartan tried to scoop up some stew but then grabbed his shoulder.

“Still too much strain.”

Though it was clearly a mutter to himself, Lillian heard every word. He had been injured trying to save her, and she hadn’t even been able to treat him properly. Lillian felt guilty. If she went back like this, she felt she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

“Shall I help you?”

“Do whatever.”

Despite his blunt tone, Kartan quickly put down his spoon. Then his voice tone became strangely gentle.

“Are you done eating?”

Only then did Lillian realize what mistake she had made. He had treated her to dinner, but she had eaten without any courtesy, so it was understandable that he would be displeased.

“It’s an honor to be invited to dinner, Your Grace the Archduke.”

“Enough with the cumbersome pleasantries. If you’re done eating, come here and attend to me.”

“Yes…”

Lillian obediently scooped up stew from the warmer and offered it to Kartan. He immediately pulled his head back and frowned.

“It’s hot.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Lillian flinched at his increasingly irritable voice. Only then did she realize she had given him the boiling hot stew without cooling it down. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if His Grace the Archduke burned his mouth.

‘He might just pour this stew all over me!’

Lillian felt dizzy just thinking about it. When she quickly blew on the stew and offered it again, Kartan finally accepted it silently. Encouraged by this, Lillian deliberately stirred the stew to cool it down, showing off to him. Perhaps finding her diligent efforts commendable, Kartan didn’t mention it anymore.

‘Phew, it’s like walking on thin ice.’

As she was ladling stew for His Grace the Archduke like this, she felt like a zookeeper feeding a lion.

‘Just keep doing this. There’s not much left! Stay strong!’

But contrary to Lillian’s hopes, the stew barely seemed to diminish. Matching the pace of the person eating while serving food turned out to be more difficult than expected.

“What are you doing, hurry up and give it to me.”

It seemed her timing was off again. At Kartan’s urging voice, Lillian scooped up a spoonful of stew with her earnest wish. And at that moment, Kartan leaned forward. The sight of him opening his mouth to eat the stew overlapped in Lillian’s eyes with a lion pouncing on prey. Startled for a moment, she dropped the spoon.

“Ah! That scared me!”

The bright red tomato stew fell right onto the pure white shirt Kartan was wearing. Lillian felt as if the world was ending at that moment.

“Wh-what do I do!”

Everything went dark before her eyes. She hastily tried to wipe it with a napkin, but the more she did, the larger the stain on the shirt became. Lillian looked up at Kartan with a tearful expression.

“I-I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything.”

She wanted to die right then and there. Lillian bowed and apologized several times. But Kartan himself just stared intently at the stain on his chest. Soon after, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, making Lillian rapidly anxious. It would have been less frightening if he had grabbed her by the collar instead.

Looking at the volcano about to erupt, Lillian bit her lips.

‘Should I beg for my life even now?’

No, having incurred His Grace the Archduke’s wrath, it seemed unlikely she’d return unharmed. It might be better to try running away, even if she’d be caught quickly. The problem was that her legs wouldn’t move.

Lillian’s heart pounded rapidly, thinking she would die like this. Then, as her mind gradually grew hazy, Kartan’s dry, emotionless voice came from above her head.

“More importantly, it’s quite hot.”

“Did you get burned? Wh-what do I do! I’ll quickly bring you clothes to change into! No wait, I’ll bring a doctor first!”

Flustered by the unexpected words, Lillian panicked. Kartan firmly grasped her wrist.

“Over there, the shirt.”

Only then did she notice the pajamas placed on the bed sheet.

‘I should have just stayed still instead of trying to help…’

It seemed like she had only been a hindrance rather than any help. Feeling dejected, Lillian sighed and dropped her shoulders.

“I’ll step outside so you can change comfortably. And I’ll definitely wash and bring back the dirty shirt.”

But just as she was about to leave the room, Kartan groaned while clutching his injured shoulder.

“Ah, my shoulder is pulling and I can’t manage. Could you help me?”

“Oh, yes!”

Lillian answered obediently, but then realized her mistake too late. To help him change out of the dirty shirt, she would first have to remove it. And with her own hands, no less, from a man who was a stranger to her.

“Um… how about I call the butler instead?”

She suggested carefully, but Kartan made a displeased expression.

“Didn’t you say earlier that you’d do anything?”

She had certainly said that. But when it came to actually doing it, she couldn’t muster the courage. If she made another mistake, it would truly be the end.

‘But what if he really got burned? If it leaves a scar, I might receive an even greater punishment…’

Thinking that way made her suddenly afraid.

While Lillian was contemplating, Kartan struggled to unbutton his shirt himself.

“If you don’t want to, forget it. I’ll do it myself.”

But with one hand, it seemed insufficient as his hand kept fumbling. Watching him like that somehow didn’t sit well with her. After all, hadn’t she greatly contributed to His Grace the Archduke being in this state? Though it wasn’t intentional, of course.

Finally, after hesitating, Lillian made up her mind.

“I-I’ll do it for you!”

The moment her eyes met with Kartan, who was struggling with the buttons, she became frightened. Lillian swallowed nervously and reached her hand toward the shirt.

‘I-I can do this. It’s nothing! Just, he might have gotten burned… I’m simply helping him change out of dirty clothes!’

But contrary to her mind, her heart was beating as if it would burst. Her hands were trembling so much that she fumbled around several times, unable to find the buttonhole. Soon, a low sigh could be heard from above her head.

“Is this your first time taking off a man’s shirt?”

“Pardon?”

She wondered if he was frustrated because she was being slow. Lillian lifted her head to gauge his intentions, but froze completely. Kartan’s face was right in front of her. The blue eyes that met hers were deep and dark, as if they would swallow her whole. Feeling strange, Lillian quickly averted her gaze.

At that moment, she heard what sounded like a deflating sigh from above her head again.

“You seemed clumsy.”

Then Kartan pulled the shirt that Lillian had unbuttoned down to his shoulders.

“The spot where the stew spilled keeps hurting. Could you check if it got burned?”

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