The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

 

“…Haah.”

 

Bada let out a deep sigh and put down her tablet PC on the sofa.

 

Being the target of an egg attack was truly shocking.

 

But even in the midst of it all, she was worried about the impact this incident would have on Damien.

 

Since he had only recently become first in line for the throne, Damien’s approval ratings were still in an unstable state.

 

Judging from this incident, it seemed there were indeed forces who, though they hadn’t shown it openly, were displeased with his fiancée being a foreigner.

 

Somehow it felt like Queen Beatrice was smugly saying ‘See, wasn’t I right?’ right in front of her.

 

‘Am I really someone who only tarnishes the legitimacy of the royal family? Why did Damien choose me, someone who’s of no help, as his fiancée?’

 

By the way, is eating garlic really forbidden?

 

Just as she was lost in complicated thoughts, voices suddenly began echoing from the corridor.

 

Pricking up her ears, she heard a familiar voice.

 

“…Damien?”

 

It was a voice filled with anger from head to toe, unlike Damien.

 

Bada was startled and got up from the sofa, walking toward the door. Then an agitated voice rang out through the closed door.

 

“What the hell was the security team doing? Is standing around like scarecrows your job? You have one role, just one! To be responsible for Bada’s safety! Fuck, how much money did I pour into security. Is this how you do your job?”

 

“We, we’re deeply sorry, Your Highness…”

 

“You’re all utterly incompetent.”

 

“…”

 

“You’re all fired!”

 

When profanity rarely came from Damien’s mouth, everyone seemed to feel fear beyond just tension.

 

His chilling voice made even Bada’s knees weak.

 

The moment she brought her ear closer to the door, it suddenly swung open.

 

Damien, who had instantly invaded the room, looked down at Bada while breathing heavily.

 

Bada gulped at his eyes flashing fiercely with anger.

 

Just as she hesitated, wondering if he might be angry at her too, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

 

“…Damien?”

 

He wrapped the back of her head with his large hand and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

 

His heartbeat was pounding like a speaker. It seemed he too had been greatly shocked upon hearing the news.

 

Bada, who had been rolling her eyes in bewilderment, smiled. She slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around his broad back.

 

‘He was worried about me.’

 

His body temperature and the scent from his nape made her feel mentally and physically at peace.

 

After holding her tightly for a while, he exhaled a low breath and released the embrace.

 

Then he cupped her cheeks with both hands and scrutinized her from top to bottom.

 

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

 

“No, I’m really okay.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really.”

 

Despite Bada’s words that she was fine, he examined her thoroughly with eyes that seemed like they would find even the smallest flaw, then breathed heavily.

 

Before she knew it, his hands cupping her cheeks were trembling.

 

His jaw muscles twitched from how tightly he had been clenching his teeth, and his face was pale without a trace of color. Anyone would mistake him, not Bada, for the one who had been terrorized.

 

Bada tried to calm him down by making a joke.

 

“Haha, I’m really okay. If this were America, I might have been shot, but since this is Bernhardt with good public safety, it ended with just eggs.”

 

It was just meant to lighten the mood. But instead, Damien’s eyes became bloodshot.

 

He ground his molars and spoke in a chilling voice.

 

“Are you calling that a joke right now?”

 

“…”

 

Bada’s body stiffened at his suddenly cold attitude.

 

“And why did you step forward there? Whether Lucien got hit by eggs or bullets. You should have taken care of yourself first.”

 

“That’s not it, I reflexively opened the umbrella and Lucien just happened to be nearby.”

 

“Did you want to imitate an action movie hero? Your guts have swollen so much they’re about to burst out of your belly.”

 

“…Damien, calm down a bit. I said I’d be more careful from now on.”

 

Damien rubbed his forehead with his hand.

 

As soon as he heard during a business meeting that Bada had been attacked with eggs, he rushed home without any explanation to the meeting participants.

 

When the always-calm crown prince suddenly turned pale and left during the meeting, the participants misunderstood that nuclear war had finally broken out.

 

In the car, he couldn’t stay still for even a moment due to worry. How endlessly long the road home felt today.

 

Unable to breathe properly, he tore off his tie with impatient hands, even scratching his neck in the process.

 

Even after confirming that Bada was safe, his anxiety didn’t easily subside.

 

This time they got lucky, but what if next time someone threatened Bada with a gun?

 

Lost in thought, he raised his chilling gaze and saw his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall.

 

It was the face of the very person who had dragged her into all this danger.

 

Suddenly, self-loathing surged while fear simultaneously crushed him.

 

He clenched his fist and suppressed the urge to shatter the mirror, thinking.

 

‘It’s all my fault. How can I protect you perfectly?’

 

After thinking for a long time, he finally reached the conclusion that the only way was to confine her in a solid fortress he designed and monitor her.

 

‘You can hate me. If it means you’ll be safe, I’ll pay any price.’

 

Having organized his thoughts, Damien spoke in a deliberately cold voice.

 

“No more going out from now on.”

 

“No going out?”

 

At the mention of being forbidden to go out, Bada was left speechless. It’s not like she was a middle schooler. No going out?

 

“Come on, why issue a house arrest order. I’ll be more careful from now on, and this opportunity will make the security guards more alert too…”

 

“There’s no changing my mind.”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t test my patience. Just accept it.”

 

At his ice-cold voice and chilling gaze, Bada stiffened and argued back.

 

“I don’t remember giving you the right to restrict my movements.”

 

Toward Bada who widened her eyes, Damien smirked as if it were ridiculous. Then he whispered in a voice low enough that the servants couldn’t hear.

 

“I’m the one in control of this contract after all. I decide where you go and what you do. If you want to argue, read the contract again first.”

 

“…”

 

“Understand?”

 

He withdrew his chilling gaze, turned around, and left the room.

 

Bada couldn’t move, standing in place for a long time. It’s not like he was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

 

She couldn’t get used to how he would be affectionate then suddenly change his attitude. An incredulous laugh kept escaping through her teeth.

 

* * *

 

From that day on, Damien doubled the security forces at Windswood House.

 

Anyone entering or leaving Windswood House had to undergo double inspections, like passing through airport security checkpoints.

 

Someone even mentioned in passing that ‘the security here is probably stronger than that of the Bernhardt Intelligence Agency.’

 

Lea was also severely scolded by Damien, with the reason being that instead of visiting the tailor shop directly, they should have had the tailors visit the crown prince’s fiancée.

 

Because he was so on edge, all the servants watched his mood.

 

Once, he even reprimanded a servant for not responding when they saw Bada pacing near the window.

 

Anyone would mistake Windswood House for being built in the middle of a conflict zone.

 

It got to the point where even Dorothy, who always took the crown prince’s side, subtly expressed dissatisfaction saying ‘I don’t understand why he’s acting like this.’

 

Bada paid a harsh price by receiving special security training from a former navy instructor.

 

The training included practical exercises recreating kidnapping and terrorist situations, during which Bada even inhaled some of the poison gas that was released.

 

Because of that, Bada coughed all day long.

 

Seeing this, even Reginald, who had maintained neutrality until the end, held his forehead.

 

‘If I get hit with an egg one more time, I’ll die by Damien’s hands, not from terrorism.’

 

Bada, who had barely finished her special training, overslept the next day.

 

As she sat at the breakfast table in an exhausted state, servants soon began bringing out food.

 

Granola and freshly baked bread, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms.

 

She had been so busy lately that she just ate whatever breakfast was served.

 

But now she noticed that the boiled eggs that always came in egg cups on the breakfast table were nowhere to be seen.

 

Curious about the reason, Bada asked the servant.

 

“By the way, I haven’t seen any egg dishes lately. Is there a problem with the egg supply?”

 

“…Well, that is.”

 

The servant who had been hesitating let out a deep sigh and spoke in a whisper.

 

“His Highness the Crown Prince ordered us not to include eggs in the Lady’s meals for the time being.”

 

At those words, Bada tilted her head in confusion.

 

“…Why?”

 

“Well… after that incident last time, he said the Lady might have developed egg trauma and told us to be as careful as possible.”

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