I Proposed to My Childhood Friend After Regressing - Chapter 94

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After Returning, I Confessed to My Childhood Friend
Chapter 94
‘What… what is this….’
Why was he looking at her instead of the place she’d told him to look at?
As embarrassment washed over her, Beatrice blinked rapidly. Then, for no good reason, she raised her eyebrows and shot him a fresh retort.
“Clyde, what are you staring at?”
Of course, Clyde wasn’t the type to back down meekly at Beatrice’s reaction.
They’d been bickering like this for ages, and he always had a reliable way to respond. Never mind what possessed her to lift her eyes like that.
He tilted his head leisurely, smirked, and replied with effortless grace.
“The most radiant thing in the world—my honey. Why?”
“…Unbelievable. What’s gotten into him these days?”
With an expression that suggested ‘Oh, here comes that phase again,’ Beatrice began backing away slowly.
Her eyes narrowed with caution, she let out a scoff and opened her mouth.
“If you think you’re going to trick me today, you’re sorely mistaken. I have plenty of allies today.”
Her eldest brother Ian, along with Caelon, the Duchess, and the Duke—they were all on her side.
Watching Beatrice’s confident smile, Clyde simply shrugged his shoulders.
“Hm? What did I do? I was just looking at my wife because she’s been so lovely today.”
“…”
“More specifically, you keep staring at our Newlywed House so intently. I got curious—’What could have captured my Bia’s attention so completely?'”
“Ugh.”
She couldn’t very well admit she’d been agonizing over whether they’d share a room or not, so Beatrice flinched momentarily.
Reading her reaction with the familiar resignation he always showed, Clyde leaned into his usual exaggerated dramatics.
“Treating my heartfelt sincerity as a ‘trick’… I’m truly devastated.”
“…”
Everything else was the same routine as always.
Except for one thing: Beatrice’s condition!
‘Insane. This is absolutely insane!’
For a moment, Beatrice questioned her own eyes. Under normal circumstances, she should have rolled them and jumped back at that tone and expression and gesture—but instead, it had looked… cute.
‘Did something get in my eye?’
That seemed like the most plausible explanation. Unable to believe what was happening, Beatrice immediately raised her hands to her eyes and rubbed them.
As she rubbed her eyes so hard her eyelids turned red, Clyde panicked and quickly seized her wrists.
“Bia, what’s wrong? What are you doing?”
“…Am I losing it?”
“Yes, you are. I’ll let go in just a moment, so lift your head.”
Beatrice reflexively obeyed, then immediately squeezed her eyes shut.
At this point, something had definitely gone wrong somewhere in her brain. Otherwise, there was no way…
‘Otherwise, how could my heart race at that expression, that face?!’
Could it be…?
‘No, no, absolutely not!’
Refusing to believe—or even entertain—this ominous suspicion, Beatrice clamped her mouth shut.
Just as she was clenching her fists, driven by the premonition that she was about to name this strange feeling out loud, salvation came.
“Bia, Clyde. Mother wants to… ahem, what are you two doing? Surely you’re not…right here?”
At a perfectly timed—or rather, not perfectly timed but mercifully embarrassing enough—moment, Beatrice’s second nemesis broke the mood.
As if to ask why the universe kept testing him like this, Carlisle smacked his forehead with his palm and sighed.
“Ha, really… Bia, Clyde. Listen up. I’m a man of freedom and generosity, so I’ve always been on your side. A healthy, harmonious couple wanting to be close together—I understand. But Ian and Caelon are here too, aren’t they?”
“It’s not like that, Carlisle…”
“If that rigid Ian or Caelon saw Clyde holding Beatrice’s wrists like that, you’d be dead meat.”
From behind Carlisle, who was imparting this secret like a conspiracy, came a low, gentle voice.
“What exactly shouldn’t I see?”
It was Ian Hartwell, the earl’s eldest son—the very person Carlisle had just named.
Stricken as though he’d received a death sentence, Carlisle turned around slowly.
“Ahhh!”
“Your screaming is embarrassing me. So what shouldn’t I see? Hm. Yes, this does seem to require some explanation.”
Clyde glanced at Carlisle’s collapsed form and answered Ian in an unhurried voice.
“It appears something got into Beatrice’s eye. She was rubbing it so hard her eyelids turned red, and now she won’t open them.”
“Oh my, they are quite flushed. Bia, are you alright? Does your eye sting?”
“…”
Her eyes were fine.
Or at least, they were in terms of the health concerns he and Clyde shared.
But since she couldn’t honestly explain her true reason in this situation, Beatrice made a small whimper and turned toward Ian.
As she moved, Clyde released her wrists without protest.
Freed at last, she rubbed her wrists with her fingers and deliberately whined to Ian.
“Ugh, big brother. It’s not really painful or anything, just itchy.”
“Itchy? Hmm… could it be the flowers or trees we planted in the Garden? I’ll have to change them. Bia, why don’t you rinse your eyes with water first?”
“Okay. Take me there.”
Before Ian could leave her in Clyde’s care, Beatrice made her move.
Though she’d taken a slightly different approach, it was a trick the elder Ian—who had been looking after two younger siblings since childhood—couldn’t miss.
As for Clyde…
“…Go on then. I’ll examine which flowers might be the culprit.”
“Right. Thank you, Clyde.”
“Bia, I’m worried, so let me see when you get back.”
Clyde certainly seemed to sense something was off.
Though she flinched at his words, Beatrice followed Ian nonetheless.
Right now, distance was more urgent than anything else.
‘How can his warmth still linger on my wrists like this, after what happened with my calves last time?’
At this point, she might as well call it the curse of Clyde Dalton.
Grasping her tingling wrist as she followed Ian inside, Beatrice soon realized this had been a poor choice.
“Oh my, Ian, Bia. Is something the matter?”
“No, Evelyn. Nothing serious—Bia’s eyes are itchy, possibly from pollen. I thought washing them might help.”
“Dear me, how worrying. Does your eye hurt, Bia?”
“What? Bia’s hurt? What happened? Where are you injured?”
“What! Beatrice is injured?”
The thing was, there were far too many people gathered in this house.
Surrounded by them, Beatrice’s face fell.
“It’s nothing, really…”
“Nothing? Don’t we need to call a healer? She can’t even open her eyes!”
Faced with the prospect of seeing a healer, Beatrice waved her hands frantically.
“No! I’m really fine! It’s just… it’s just…”
“Dear, go prepare the Carriage. This has never happened before. Is something wrong?”
“Clyde mentioned that something seemed to have gotten in her eye. That’s why we thought we’d rinse it first…”
“I see. Then let’s wet some cloth and hold it to her eyes.”
No matter how desperately she tried to excuse herself, nothing worked. That was the burden of being the youngest—normally forgiven for almost anything, but when it came to health, no one gave an inch.
Fearing she’d actually end up riding in a Carriage to torment some innocent healer, Beatrice suddenly opened her eyes wide.
And then, swallowing her shame, she forced out words she could barely voice.
“…It’s just that thinking about living together… I can’t look at Clyde’s face. So…”
So please, just pretend you didn’t hear that…

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