The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 8

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Episode 8

“Answer me, princess.”

Ransel urged with a languid but sharp voice.

“You know I’m holding back a lot right now.”

‘…Right, let’s clear up the misunderstanding first.’

I quickly accepted reality.

Given the circumstances, it was understandable he’d misunderstand. I get it.

“This child is just, my child.”

After saying it, it somehow sounded like a line from a trashy melodrama.

“Mary.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Why doesn’t it have anything to do with me.”

“Because it’s not your child.”

“Not my child?”

Ransel asked back with a bitter laugh. He didn’t seem to have any intention of believing it.

I presented a rational reason to the man who seemed to have misunderstood to an insane degree.

“The child can’t even crawl yet. The timing doesn’t make sense, right?”

We’ve both been celibate for over a year.

So it couldn’t be our child. I was just informing him of a fact that the parties involved could easily figure out.

“…Right. Now that I hear it, that’s true.”

Ransel’s gaze changed as if he was gauging the timing.

As if he had realized something.

“Thinking about it that way, it couldn’t be my child…”

His refined voice quickened.

His gaze sank distantly, his speech strangely incoherent.

His patience had reached its limit, making him appear even more menacing.

“Then whose child is it?”

“…What?”

“Let me hear it. It seems like our princess has changed in many ways besides becoming prettier while I wasn’t looking, so what happened during that year.”

Whose child you had that wasn’t mine.

“Who is it. Tell me, Mary. I’ll kill him right away.”

“…”

I had hoped to quickly clear up the misunderstanding and draw a line, but the situation seemed to have gotten more tangled.

‘How on earth am I supposed to get around this.’

I could understand Ransel’s persistence.

If I had given birth to someone else’s child timing-wise, it would mean I had cheated.

But…

“Talk honestly. It’s okay. It’s not like I can do anything to you anyway.”

I couldn’t reveal the truth behind this matter yet.

‘…Right, I’ll do anything to protect my baby.’

I was Pipi’s only aunt.

Someone who had become a stranger after breaking up wasn’t my top priority to worry about.

Sorry, but right now nothing was more important to me than Sister’s request.

“What, did you think I couldn’t meet other men besides you?”

That was true. I couldn’t meet them.

Throughout my past and present life, I had never met another man.

Yet trying to act shamelessly made my heart ache.

“Our princess always noticeably deflects when she can’t answer.”

Ransel replied quietly, in a gentle tone. …This bastard’s speech becomes prettiest when he’s gone mad.

“If you’re not hoping I’ll find your coyness cute, why don’t you answer the question first?”

“…It was a one-night stand. I don’t know who it was either.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to bury all the guys who were hovering around you.”

“…”

“So answer well. Depending on your answer, someone’s life is going to get quite difficult.”

It was an indirect but clear threat.

“Now, I’ll ask again. Whose child is it.”

The persistent question was repeated.

I pressed my lips tightly together and finally let out a tired breath.

‘Before this drags on and I get caught…’

I had to defuse the situation.

Moreover, wasn’t it obvious that a long conversation with an ex-boyfriend wouldn’t be good.

To get this bastard out of here first…

“…I’m sorry for making the situation like this.”

I changed my attitude as quickly as a crab hiding its eyes.

Covering my face with both hands dramatically.

“But I really have nothing to say.”

“Mary Blin.”

“I’m also so confused right now…”

I was truly sorry. But hurry up and leave, you bastard.

“…”

Whether my acting worked, the smile disappeared from Ransel’s face.

Ransel had a large gap between when he smiled and when he didn’t.

I shuddered at the unfamiliarity of a familiar face and examined Ransel’s appearance.

A pristine white naval uniform with several medals attached.

And silver hair that was completely disheveled, not matching his neat clothes.

‘…Did he rush over as soon as he heard news about me?’

As soon as I had that thought.

Crack-.

The sofa armrest cracked.

“…”

Is that even possible?

“Right. I know I’m not in my right mind right now either…”

The crazy bastard who had destroyed the sofa armrest with one hand slowly stood up.

“I’m giving you time hoping you’ll calm down and give a careful answer, understand?”

He seemed to have barely managed to exercise patience at the cost of the sofa armrest’s life.

“I think I need to assess the situation a bit more too…”

Ransel examined my face with a sharp gaze and then disappeared in an instant.

I could only relax after confirming through the window that Ransel had reached the main gate.

The situation seemed to have gotten as tangled as it could get.

***

That night.

After eating sweet soup and rinsing my mouth with fragrant powder toothpaste, my anxious mood improved somewhat.

I tapped the newspaper with bored eyes.

‘That multiple-choice god guy probably won’t contact me for a while.’

Ransel… I don’t know. When I meet him again, I should ask him to pay for the broken sofa.

It’s a high-end crocodile leather sofa I bought to commemorate last year’s record sales.

“Miss.”

At that moment, Marsha came trotting over.

“I looked into that Alan fellow.”

Since he didn’t seem like he’d give up easily, I had him investigated, and it seemed she’d already found out.

“That man has been stirring up trouble here and there lately, so he was easy to look into.”

Alan Codding.

The son of Viscount Jun and the prospective son-in-law of the White Viscount Family.

‘So he did have solid backing after all.’

The funny thing is that the White Viscount Family itself is already connected to me.

The boutique ‘Ann White’ owned by the viscount family is a rival of Piacce Lux.

And it’s also the place run by Judithe White, my academy classmate.

The person Alan is to marry is her younger sister, Selena.

The rigid viscount didn’t readily accept the son of a junior baron as his son-in-law, but Selena, who loved Alan too much, even went on a hunger strike.

“What on earth is so good about that kind of man.”

I muttered, then realized I wasn’t in any position to disparage someone’s taste in men and shut my mouth.

‘Well, anyway.’

After hearing this, I understood what happened during the day.

Someone facing such rapid social advancement can’t maintain their rationality.

“Marsha, could you find the letter sent by the president of Unbelievable Times?”

I gestured toward the pile of letters on the table.

They were letters sent by people who had waited a year for the celebrity’s return.

“That president sent a letter too?”

“Well, I haven’t looked through them, but there probably is one?”

From what I could see, it seemed like every decent newspaper had sent letters without exception.

And as if proving that wasn’t baseless confidence, Marsha found the letter.

[ Greetings, Young-ae.

While spending an ordinary day as usual, I received the unfortunate news that you had left the capital.

(…)

I hope that when you return someday, you will share your recent news with us first.

‘Unbelievable Times’ President Carl Bersuwa. ]

As expected, he sent the letter because he wanted something. This makes things easier.

I wrote a reply to send to Carl.

[ Dear Mr. Bersuwa.

(…)

I’d like to share good news with you, but it seems that will be difficult.

Today Mr. Codding came to visit and asked if my child is really mine.

He did apologize, but it left such a deep wound. Now even seeing anything related to that reporter breaks my heart.

So I hope you’ll understand why I have no choice but to decline your kind offer.

Mary Blin. ]

I stamped the seal with an emotionless face that contrasted with the heartfelt content.

‘This should be enough to prevent that bastard Al from digging into my child’s background.’

Since it’s an authorized newspaper that I’ll probably need to use often in the future, I can’t completely antagonize them. This kind of content seemed just right.

“Oh. And, Marsha.”

After handing the letter to Marsha, I patted the seat next to me.

“Before you go send the letter, sit down for a moment.”

Marsha tilted her head curiously but obediently sat down beside me.

“I’ve been thinking about something, regarding Sister Marie.”

More precisely, about the secret weapon to uncover the truth behind my sister’s death.

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