If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104
It felt different from my family’s affection.
The impact was greater than it had been before I grew accustomed to the baby angel.
“Aha. Thank you for the compliment, Floyd Young Master.”
After vaguely deflecting with an answer, I laughed awkwardly and averted my gaze, whereupon Leonhardt turned to regard Henry Floyd with a hardened expression.
‘Right? You felt that chill too, didn’t you?’
Understanding Leonhardt’s current sentiment, I gave him a knowing look, and he quickly averted his gaze with a darkened face.
He even seemed somewhat melancholic.
I wondered why, but the Floyd Young Master’s words that followed immediately erased everything from my mind.
“If you happen to enjoy traveling, would you ever consider visiting Silvaren? I believe that if the Young Lady were to see the sea there, you would understand my desire to have your eyes leap into it.”
What on earth was he saying?
I thought I must have misheard, as it was hardly something to say to someone you’d just met.
Yet seeing the Floyd Young Master wink with one eye and smile brightly, my hearing seemed perfectly intact.
He was only a year older than me, but that still made him just ten years old.
On top of that, being a foreigner made it awkward to respond to anything.
‘Is he flirting with me right now? Or is it just a habit?’
The men of Silvaren were famous precisely because of their habit of flirting.
Realizing I was deliberating whether it was flirtation or habit, the Floyd Young Master drove the point home with a cloying smile and added:
“Your smile makes you even more beautiful. I cannot take my eyes off you.”
It was definitely flirtation.
This boy—he’s flirting with me right now!
‘When I heard the rumors, it sounded so romantic.’
Now that I was experiencing it firsthand, my adult mind was violently rejecting it.
‘Ugh!’
I would much prefer someone more straightforward!
Overwhelmed by this unexpected shock, I trembled.

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‘The second son of the Floyd Duke House.’
A man from Silvaren, renowned for his romantic nature.
It meant he was the considerate and affectionate man Miela had always desired.
Moreover, as a member of the Floyd Duke House, one of Silvaren’s most prestigious families, his status was hardly inferior to that of Lady Roderick.
‘Being the second son would actually be an advantage for Miela.’
With each condition I enumerated, I felt myself shrinking bit by bit.
When he so clearly showed his infatuation with Miela, I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear watching.
Before the regression, I might have simply excused myself from this place.
When it came to anything involving Miela, I was hopelessly weak.
Yet during these three years after the regression, I had grown considerably.
I had gained courage proportional to the opportunities Miela gave me, and as we came to know each other better and grew closer, I had at least the certainty that Miela would not choose Henry Floyd.
‘Miela said she likes me too. …very much.’
Even so, I ignored my anxiously racing heartbeat and subtly took Miela’s hand.
As if asserting my own presence.
It was something I managed by scraping together what little courage I possessed.
During those brief moments waiting for Miela’s reaction, I traversed between heaven and hell a hundred times over.
Fortunately, her reaction was not unfavorable.
She did not pull her hand away, nor did she wear an expression of bewilderment at my action.
Rather, her eyes sparkled as if she had seized a perfect opportunity to escape an awkward situation.
“Oh, I see someone I know over there and should greet them? Let’s go together! This has been such a pleasant conversation!”
I hadn’t even opened my mouth when Miela abruptly ended the conversation and headed toward where the crowd had gathered.
Since I too was desperate to escape this moment, I willingly allowed myself to be drawn along by her gentle pull.
Moving forward without hesitation as if she truly did know someone, Miela stopped in a blind spot where the children she had been conversing with moments before were no longer visible.
Then she lightly wiped her soft forehead with her hand and released a sigh of relief.
“Thank you. That was awkward.”
Her eyes were far more vibrant than when she had looked at Henry Floyd.
Her natural tone and comfortable expression calmed my anxious heart.
Thanks to the regression, I had become the person who shared the most time with Miela of anyone.
That was the greatest factor that gave me courage.
Miela and I exchanged smiles.
As our smiles and gazes lingered, watching Miela, who seemed to have already swept Henry Floyd from her mind, I carefully made a suggestion.
“Shall we take a walk through the Garden for a bit? …just the two of us.”
Of course, since it was during the party, there would be plenty of other people in the Garden, but I needed time to have Miela all to myself, even if only like this.
“I’d like that.”
Fortunately, Miela seemed quite exhausted and welcomed his suggestion.
The two of us naturally took each other’s hand again, which we had briefly released.
Afraid that if I gripped too firmly, I might hurt Miela’s small, delicate hand, I barely applied any pressure.
But thanks to Miela squeezing firmly from her side, the two of us arrived at the Garden holding hands tightly.
“Let’s go that way.”
Having visited Noien Marquis’ Mansion frequently since childhood, I knew its layout well.
Following my guidance, we arrived at a space that was neither too far from the Party Venue nor conspicuously visible—a place where we could converse quietly.
It was a small Clearing enclosed sparsely by the branches of meticulously planted trees.
“How is it?”
I said proudly as I approached the marble bench.
Leonhardt pulled out a handkerchief and spread it on the seat where I would sit before answering.
“It’s quiet and lovely.”
…And even better because it’s just the two of us.
Leonhardt felt a slight blush creep up at the mere thought, and he turned his head away before sitting beside me.
The bench, intricately carved with rose motifs, was more than large enough for two children.
Yet the two of us sat pressed together with barely the width of a fist between us.
A soft silence settled over us.
I gazed quietly at the unusually clear sky that day, while Leonhardt watched me.
My golden hair, woven from young sunlight itself, shimmered softly.
With the delicate contours still characteristic of childhood, my features possessed a beauty like that of an exquisitely crafted doll.
Especially my clear and vivid emerald eyes…
‘Like an emerald sea,’ he had said.
In truth, Leonhardt often thought my eyes resembled the clear seawater of warm regions or emeralds themselves.
He simply hadn’t dared voice it aloud.
‘How does he say such things so effortlessly?’
Even after three years in the House of Duke Roderick, where words like “baby angel” and “so lovely it’s harmful to the heart” were casually flung about, it still amazed him.
Floyd Young Master could never earn Leonhardt’s favor merely by flirting with me.
Yet his ability to speak so freely was something worth emulating.
If I desired a tender and considerate man, he would speak exactly like that.
Leonhardt tried to speak like Floyd Young Master, his lips moving soundlessly before he finally gave up.
‘It would be easier to become a Sword Master within three years.’
And he had promised to make the effort.
Frustrated with himself, he exhaled a deep sigh.
“Why are you sighing?”
Hearing the sigh from right beside her, I turned to look at Leonhardt.
We were sitting so close that the distance between us was minimal.
Leonhardt’s vision was filled entirely with me.
Thump.
His mind went completely blank.
“U-um. It’s nothing…”
He mumbled an excuse, then fell silent, gazing at me as though entranced before suddenly asking without thinking.
“When you spoke of a tender and considerate man, did you mean someone like Floyd Young Master?”
If I answered affirmatively, he was determined to imitate Floyd Young Master by any means necessary.
He had to succeed.
After all, Floyd Young Master and he were as opposite as lava and glacial ice.
If it meant getting even slightly closer to Miela’s ideal type….
Just as Leonhardt was steeling his resolve, Miela’s lips parted.

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