If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108
Of course, I had decided to politely decline the proposal.
For Floyd Young Master’s sake, I would handle it quietly without making a fuss.
‘Once you grow a bit more, you’ll wear holes in your blankets.’
I wondered if I should arrange a joint blanket purchase with Angela.
After finishing the meal and leaving the Dining Room, I let out a soft laugh.
“Why are you laughing?”
Leonhardt, walking beside me, hesitated before asking.
“It’s funny.”
When I answered in a light tone, Leonhardt suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
“…Do you like Henry Floyd?”
I couldn’t understand how my comment about finding something funny had somehow transformed into a question about whether I liked Floyd Young Master.
I tilted my head in confusion and answered casually.
“His boldness is cute.”
It felt like watching a tomboy who had snuck into Mother’s Toilet Room to play with makeup, her entire face covered in thick layers of cosmetics.
In other words, it was endearingly absurd and ridiculous.
But Leonhardt’s expression became very serious upon hearing my words.
‘What’s wrong with him now?’
Bewildered, I tapped Leonhardt’s forearm as he stood frozen like a marble statue in the middle of the Corridor, and he finally responded.
“You said you’d reject Henry Floyd’s proposal….”
Leonhardt murmured forlornly, like someone who had just witnessed their spouse’s infidelity.
His voice was so wistful that it seemed tinged with tears.
“I’m going to reject it, aren’t I?”
“Really?”
“Yes, really!”
I couldn’t fathom how the stream of consciousness flowed through Leonhardt’s mind.
As I tilted my head in confusion, Leonhardt’s expression visibly relaxed with relief, yet he asked again in a still-trembling voice.
“But is Henry Floyd your most favorite person?”
It was a question he had hesitated to ask, wavering before finally voicing it.
He bit his lower lip once and released it, clearly tense.
Then he gazed at me earnestly with reddened eyes, waiting for my answer.
“Well….”
Something about Leonhardt’s atmosphere felt off, so I naturally paused to choose my words carefully.
That brief moment seemed to stretch endlessly, and anxiety seeped into Leonhardt’s expression.
“…Of course not, right?”
From my perspective, it wasn’t something I needed to deliberate over.
The answer was already clearly determined.
However, each time I opened my mouth, Leonhardt’s reaction was so unusual that I found myself hesitating.
After struggling to give my answer, I cautiously observed Leonhardt’s reaction, and fortunately, he wore a relieved smile—apparently the correct answer.
Only then did I realize where Leonhardt’s strange behavior had been coming from.
‘What? Is he jealous right now?’
Once I recognized it, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed until now.
It was such a vivid and transparent emotion that even my eyes could see it clearly.
‘…So he does get jealous?’
It felt oddly fascinating.
Since Leonhardt had such an impassive temperament, I’d always thought he was someone far removed from jealousy.
‘He brushed off even Emilian Noyen’s confession letter incident so casually, showing no reaction even in situations where he should naturally feel jealous or angry.’
I never said it, but I was deeply hurt by his lack of response back then.
I thought that if I had even the slightest romantic feelings for him, such a reaction would have been impossible.
As the youngest who grew up receiving only affection, I had a rather intense jealous streak, so I couldn’t understand his indifference.
As I gazed at him with curious eyes, Leonhardt shyly averted his gaze.
‘What’s this? What on earth has he been eating?’
Some kind of cuteness fruit?
I wanted to poke his cheek the way my brothers occasionally did to me.
I tried to resist by fidgeting with my hands, but I simply couldn’t overcome the impulse.
Unable to help myself, I reached out and took Leonhardt’s hand.
The moment his hand was suddenly grasped, Leonhardt—who had been looking away and pretending not to notice—immediately turned his gaze toward me.
It was almost a reflexive movement.
When I smiled brightly at him as if to ask why he was looking at me like that, he glanced at my face and our clasped hands with a somewhat coy expression, then quickly looked away again.
His cheeks and earlobes, barely visible, were as red as tomatoes.
Unable to resist the impulse any longer, I poked Leonhardt’s cheek with my left hand.
His cheek felt incredibly soft and warm beneath my fingertip.
Having satisfied my impulse, I laughed brazenly as if I’d done nothing at all.
“I just wanted to poke it.”
Before Leonhardt could even react, I gently swung our clasped hands and walked forward with determination.
I felt his gaze on my temple, but I walked steadily ahead, and when we reached the fork in the path leading to our respective rooms, I called out loudly:
“Marriage is supposed to be with the person you love most!”
Embarrassed by how loudly my words came out, I released Leonhardt’s hand and hurried into my room.
Bang!
After closing the door noisily, I leaned against the wall and caught my breath with quick, shallow gasps.
My heart pounded as if I’d just sprinted at full speed.

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Days pass quickly, yet weeks, months, and years flow by in a blur.
It feels like only yesterday that I regressed and met Leonhardt, yet seven years have already slipped away.
Before I knew it, I had turned thirteen, and Leonhardt had become eleven.
We were both trembling with anticipation as a special event loomed before us.
“Wow, I’m so nervous.”
I fidgeted with Leonhardt’s hand, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Anyone watching would think you’re the bride.”
Leonhardt chuckled softly, his hand resting obediently in mine.
“I wasn’t this nervous at my own wedding, you know?”
I pouted as I spoke, and Leonhardt laughed in response.
“Really? I was terrified.”
“Because of Prince? Because he declared civil war and was planning to march out right after the wedding?”
“That’s not it. Me, nervous because of Prince?”
His answer carried a hint of bravado, and I found myself laughing away my own tension.
“Then it was because of me?”
“Of course it was because of you.”
“I’ll take that.”
“I’m serious.”
As we bickered childishly back and forth, my mood gradually lifted.
It seemed I had been anxious all along, knowing how important today’s events were to us both.
“Alright, we’re almost there.”
The Imperial Palace came into view.
When I suggested we end this silly argument, Leonhardt’s eyes crinkled with laughter.
“You’re right.”
I hastily smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress from sitting, and at that moment, the carriage came to a stop.
Leonhardt stepped out first and extended his hand to me.
I naturally placed my hand over his.
I could feel the calluses embedded in his palm—the result of rigorous sword training.
It wasn’t just his hands.
Just a few years ago, he had seemed like a mere child, but now he had grown into a proper young man.
Moreover, Leonhardt had recently entered a growth spurt, his height changing noticeably day by day.
‘He’s grown taller again, hasn’t he?’
I was studying him anew, noticing he seemed slightly taller than just a few weeks ago, when Leonhardt met my gaze and smiled.
“Aren’t you getting down?”
“Oh, yes, I should.”
Embarrassed at being caught lost in thought, I hurried down but lost my balance.
The moment my feet touched the ground, I stumbled, and Leonhardt caught me gently, steadying me as he teased, “You’re more nervous than the bride.”
I had denied being as nervous as a bride, and now he was asking if I was even more nervous than one.
I denied being as nervous as the bride, and now they’re asking if I’m even more nervous than the bride.
‘He’s been getting increasingly playful lately.’
I deliberately shot Leonhardt a sharp glance, my eyes narrowing.
Leonhardt, laughing with evident delight, whispered to me in a soothing tone.
“Is it because you’re more beautiful than the bride?”
Leonhardt, who had barely grazed the fresh flower hair ornament the Maids had painstakingly arranged this morning, walked forward with long strides as though he’d never said such a thing, his gaze fixed ahead.
He had offered the compliment about my beauty, yet he was far more embarrassed than I was, the one being praised.
“Come with me.”
As I called out to him in quick, hurried steps to match his pace, his gait gradually slowed.
He walked in silence, eyes forward, never turning to look at me—but from behind, I caught sight of Leonhardt’s ears, noticeably flushed crimson.
We walked side by side toward the wedding ceremony of the Crown Prince, who had just come of age, and the Viscountess of Perington.
I intended to reveal today the evidence that Leonhardt’s crimson eyes, which I had carefully preserved all this time, were actually a blessing.
Thinking of Prince’s disappointment as he schemed for some dramatic reversal of the atmosphere through this wedding, I couldn’t help but smile.
‘This is my revenge for him ruining my wedding!’

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