try begging

"But Dad, it's Ellie's... ."

The child resembles his mother, for with a single word he can go from heaven to hell. Leon put a ribbon in the child's hand.

"Whoa!"

Leon's face, which had been pretending to be difficult to catch and playing with a two-year-old who could be grabbed with one hand at any time, gradually darkened. It was because the image of the woman who ran away with that child two years ago overlapped with the image of his daughter running away from him with a baby doll.

"Ellie."

"Don't touch me! Stop it!"

He got up from his seat without realizing it and grabbed the child. While Grace watched with a puzzled look, Leon snatched the doll from the child who was struggling to get away, laughing as if he was still playing.

"Whew, my baby. Give me back my baby."

Grace's face also turned sour as she realized that he was thinking of her from Ellie right now. She was about to ask the child what he was doing.

"Ellie, let's put the baby in the stroller. If you run around holding the baby and she falls, our princess will get hurt."

The man placed the doll in the stroller and coaxed the child. Grace stared at the man, who nodded, putting Ellie on the floor, holding the stroller handle, and kissing her forehead. Of course, I thought that the Leon Winston I knew would take the baby doll away and not give it back. Just as I believed that if I was caught, he would take Ellie away and not give her back.

The man took the child out of the living room, pushing a stroller, and said he wanted to go for a walk. Grace, who was now alone in the quiet space, started reading the magazine again, but she couldn't see a word at all. The prediction that had gone astray a moment ago was persistently lingering in her mind.

The child who came back from walking down the hallway of the suite finally got tired and sat down in front of the dollhouse and started playing with dolls quietly. The man who had placed milk and cookies next to the child came and sat down next to Grace. It was an awkward silence as they were just turning the pages of a book without any meaning.

"Ellie will not remain an illegitimate child."

The man brought up the subject again.

"Then you have to get married. Is that what you want to say?"

"I like you because you're smart, but I don't like you."

Grace smiled and muttered something as if to tell me to listen.

"I want to get married now, too."

"If we want to do it, we should do it."

Grace looked up as his fingers began digging into her hair again.

"Isn't there a good man around me who could be my husband? Please introduce me to someone."

At that moment, the gentle smile disappeared from the man's face. He sighed, with a look that said, "Well, that's right."

"I don't need much money. I don't want to be a soldier, and I don't want to be a nobleman. I just want to be good-looking, as long as I'm not blond and blue-eyed. I also want to have a gentle personality."

Unlike you.

I deliberately recited only the opposite characteristics of the man. The man, who had been listening silently with his index finger on his temple, suddenly snapped his finger as if he had remembered something.

"Oh, I just thought of the perfect guy."

"okay?"

"James Blanchard Jr."

This time the smile disappeared from Grace's face.

"He would make a great replacement for Leon Winston."

She glared at him with the corners of her eyes cold and lowered her gaze to the magazine. But the silence didn't last long.

"Is that kid alive?"

The man remained silent for quite some time before answering the easy question, tilting his glass of wine.

"Oh, I regret loving you."

"You crazy kid."

The man burst into laughter as Grace muttered softly. She shook her head as if to brush away the fingers that were digging into her hair, and he asked.

"So, Mrs. Snyder, you're looking for a man to immigrate with?"

Grace's eyes narrowed as they widened. It seemed as if she had dug them out of Norman. She now knew why he had run away without even saying hello.

"What about me?"

"I'll just drown myself in the ocean."

The man muttered that he wasn't trying to exchange lame jokes, then snatched the magazine from Grace's hands.

"You remember my plan, right?"

A penthouse with an address in the United States of Columbia, and an engagement ring. Those were the only two things Grace knew about Leon Winston's plans.

"I'll go to Winsford first, and then leave for Columbia as soon as things are sorted out."

It sounds plausible, but it's a ridiculous plan from the start.

I never believed from the beginning that a man born of greed would leave everything I had and run away with me. And now that he had more than he did then, I couldn't believe it even more.

This is just a trick to put me in chains. It is a trick to use immigration as bait to tie me to his side as a nameless mistress and the child as an illegitimate child.

Grace's thoughts haven't changed since she first learned of the man's plan.

"Let's go to Columbia and have the wedding."

Grace laughed when the man seriously mentioned marriage.

"Bigamy isn't allowed here, right?"

When I asked him if he was officially planning to marry the Grand Duchess while putting off the wedding with such words, he furrowed his brow as if he was truly displeased.

"Why would I marry the Archduke? I only need her for my plans, so I can tie her up for a while."

Then the man smiled brightly, in an uncharacteristic way, and asked if she was jealous.

"Your Excellency the Great Count, your Major, a hero of the nation, a respected member of parliament for some unknown reason, and a great landowner who, if you throw a needle anywhere in the West, has a 50/50 chance of it hitting his land...."

Grace questioned him, reciting everything she had.

"Why are you immigrating?"

"It would be more correct to call it asylum rather than immigration."

"Exile? Why you?"

The remnants were almost completely eradicated. It might not have been easy for Grace, a traitor with nothing, but for that man, a hero in power, it was like abandoning his house because he was scared of the rat he had caught. So the remnants couldn't have been the reason, but Grace couldn't think of any other reason.

But even when asked, the man did not tell me.

"We should have left here when Ellie was old enough to travel by boat. Our plans are already over two years behind."

"As anyone may wish."

"Grace, your plan is my plan anyway."

"No, it's different. You're not in my plans."

Grace shook her head firmly.

"Ellie gave me permission, but I can't. Don't get me wrong. It's just a decision I made because if I suddenly die one day, I need someone to raise Ellie."

Grace lied, saying that it was actually a decision made with the heart, not the head. If the thing the man had buried his face in at the theater had been mine, not the child's, I wouldn't have wavered like this. If I hadn't known his heart that longed for the child, I wouldn't have wavered.

"It will be me and Ellie going to Columbia. I will let you meet Ellie whenever you want. I will allow you to be my daughter's father, but you will never be my husband."

Grace stood up from her seat and walked towards Ellie. The words she added as if sympathizing with someone else's business struck Leon's heart like a wedge.

"I'm sorry, but I can't love you like nothing happened."

º º º

Grace unconsciously listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the dressing room through the bedroom. The habit from that time was only forgotten for a moment, but it did not disappear. However, instead of the familiar metallic sound of the locked iron door opening, there was the soft turning sound of the doorknob, and then a man's voice.

"Grace, today...."

"Why do you call me Mom like that?"

Ellie, who was sitting at the dressing table getting her hair combed by Grace, interrupted and started questioning the man reflected in the mirror.

"That's not your mother's name."

"Then what is it, Anna?"

"no."

"then?"

The child crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and answered with a triumphant smile.

"mom."

The man burst into laughter. His blond hair, which he had carefully combed, became tangled in his large hands.

Grace couldn't help but laugh at Ellie's absurd remark. The reason her daughter didn't know her mother's name was because she had never been taught it.

"Okay, that's all."

Today, a child with a pink ribbon on her head and a crown hopped down the chair and stood in front of her father instead of the mirror. She took one foot back, spread out her navy skirt, and bent her knees. Then the man greeted her by gracefully lifting the brim of his hat, which he wasn't even wearing.

At that moment, Grace frowned. On the first day, while packing her bags at home, she had secretly asked her child, "Why do you like Dad?" Then, the child's shocking answer came to mind as she watched the two of them being polite like a lady and a gentleman.

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"But Dad, it's Ellie's... ."

The child resembles his mother, for with a single word he can go from heaven to hell. Leon put a ribbon in the child's hand.

"Whoa!"

Leon's face, which had been pretending to be difficult to catch and playing with a two-year-old who could be grabbed with one hand at any time, gradually darkened. It was because the image of the woman who ran away with that child two years ago overlapped with the image of his daughter running away from him with a baby doll.

"Ellie."

"Don't touch me! Stop it!"

He got up from his seat without realizing it and grabbed the child. While Grace watched with a puzzled look, Leon snatched the doll from the child who was struggling to get away, laughing as if he was still playing.

"Whew, my baby. Give me back my baby."

Grace's face also turned sour as she realized that he was thinking of her from Ellie right now. She was about to ask the child what he was doing.

"Ellie, let's put the baby in the stroller. If you run around holding the baby and she falls, our princess will get hurt."

The man placed the doll in the stroller and coaxed the child. Grace stared at the man, who nodded, putting Ellie on the floor, holding the stroller handle, and kissing her forehead. Of course, I thought that the Leon Winston I knew would take the baby doll away and not give it back. Just as I believed that if I was caught, he would take Ellie away and not give her back.

The man took the child out of the living room, pushing a stroller, and said he wanted to go for a walk. Grace, who was now alone in the quiet space, started reading the magazine again, but she couldn't see a word at all. The prediction that had gone astray a moment ago was persistently lingering in her mind.

The child who came back from walking down the hallway of the suite finally got tired and sat down in front of the dollhouse and started playing with dolls quietly. The man who had placed milk and cookies next to the child came and sat down next to Grace. It was an awkward silence as they were just turning the pages of a book without any meaning.

"Ellie will not remain an illegitimate child."

The man brought up the subject again.

"Then you have to get married. Is that what you want to say?"

"I like you because you're smart, but I don't like you."

Grace smiled and muttered something as if to tell me to listen.

"I want to get married now, too."

"If we want to do it, we should do it."

Grace looked up as his fingers began digging into her hair again.

"Isn't there a good man around me who could be my husband? Please introduce me to someone."

At that moment, the gentle smile disappeared from the man's face. He sighed, with a look that said, "Well, that's right."

"I don't need much money. I don't want to be a soldier, and I don't want to be a nobleman. I just want to be good-looking, as long as I'm not blond and blue-eyed. I also want to have a gentle personality."

Unlike you.

I deliberately recited only the opposite characteristics of the man. The man, who had been listening silently with his index finger on his temple, suddenly snapped his finger as if he had remembered something.

"Oh, I just thought of the perfect guy."

"okay?"

"James Blanchard Jr."

This time the smile disappeared from Grace's face.

"He would make a great replacement for Leon Winston."

She glared at him with the corners of her eyes cold and lowered her gaze to the magazine. But the silence didn't last long.

"Is that kid alive?"

The man remained silent for quite some time before answering the easy question, tilting his glass of wine.

"Oh, I regret loving you."

"You crazy kid."

The man burst into laughter as Grace muttered softly. She shook her head as if to brush away the fingers that were digging into her hair, and he asked.

"So, Mrs. Snyder, you're looking for a man to immigrate with?"

Grace's eyes narrowed as they widened. It seemed as if she had dug them out of Norman. She now knew why he had run away without even saying hello.

"What about me?"

"I'll just drown myself in the ocean."

The man muttered that he wasn't trying to exchange lame jokes, then snatched the magazine from Grace's hands.

"You remember my plan, right?"

A penthouse with an address in the United States of Columbia, and an engagement ring. Those were the only two things Grace knew about Leon Winston's plans.

"I'll go to Winsford first, and then leave for Columbia as soon as things are sorted out."

It sounds plausible, but it's a ridiculous plan from the start.

I never believed from the beginning that a man born of greed would leave everything I had and run away with me. And now that he had more than he did then, I couldn't believe it even more.

This is just a trick to put me in chains. It is a trick to use immigration as bait to tie me to his side as a nameless mistress and the child as an illegitimate child.

Grace's thoughts haven't changed since she first learned of the man's plan.

"Let's go to Columbia and have the wedding."

Grace laughed when the man seriously mentioned marriage.

"Bigamy isn't allowed here, right?"

When I asked him if he was officially planning to marry the Grand Duchess while putting off the wedding with such words, he furrowed his brow as if he was truly displeased.

"Why would I marry the Archduke? I only need her for my plans, so I can tie her up for a while."

Then the man smiled brightly, in an uncharacteristic way, and asked if she was jealous.

"Your Excellency the Great Count, your Major, a hero of the nation, a respected member of parliament for some unknown reason, and a great landowner who, if you throw a needle anywhere in the West, has a 50/50 chance of it hitting his land...."

Grace questioned him, reciting everything she had.

"Why are you immigrating?"

"It would be more correct to call it asylum rather than immigration."

"Exile? Why you?"

The remnants were almost completely eradicated. It might not have been easy for Grace, a traitor with nothing, but for that man, a hero in power, it was like abandoning his house because he was scared of the rat he had caught. So the remnants couldn't have been the reason, but Grace couldn't think of any other reason.

But even when asked, the man did not tell me.

"We should have left here when Ellie was old enough to travel by boat. Our plans are already over two years behind."

"As anyone may wish."

"Grace, your plan is my plan anyway."

"No, it's different. You're not in my plans."

Grace shook her head firmly.

"Ellie gave me permission, but I can't. Don't get me wrong. It's just a decision I made because if I suddenly die one day, I need someone to raise Ellie."

Grace lied, saying that it was actually a decision made with the heart, not the head. If the thing the man had buried his face in at the theater had been mine, not the child's, I wouldn't have wavered like this. If I hadn't known his heart that longed for the child, I wouldn't have wavered.

"It will be me and Ellie going to Columbia. I will let you meet Ellie whenever you want. I will allow you to be my daughter's father, but you will never be my husband."

Grace stood up from her seat and walked towards Ellie. The words she added as if sympathizing with someone else's business struck Leon's heart like a wedge.

"I'm sorry, but I can't love you like nothing happened."

º º º

Grace unconsciously listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the dressing room through the bedroom. The habit from that time was only forgotten for a moment, but it did not disappear. However, instead of the familiar metallic sound of the locked iron door opening, there was the soft turning sound of the doorknob, and then a man's voice.

"Grace, today...."

"Why do you call me Mom like that?"

Ellie, who was sitting at the dressing table getting her hair combed by Grace, interrupted and started questioning the man reflected in the mirror.

"That's not your mother's name."

"Then what is it, Anna?"

"no."

"then?"

The child crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and answered with a triumphant smile.

"mom."

The man burst into laughter. His blond hair, which he had carefully combed, became tangled in his large hands.

Grace couldn't help but laugh at Ellie's absurd remark. The reason her daughter didn't know her mother's name was because she had never been taught it.

"Okay, that's all."

Today, a child with a pink ribbon on her head and a crown hopped down the chair and stood in front of her father instead of the mirror. She took one foot back, spread out her navy skirt, and bent her knees. Then the man greeted her by gracefully lifting the brim of his hat, which he wasn't even wearing.

At that moment, Grace frowned. On the first day, while packing her bags at home, she had secretly asked her child, "Why do you like Dad?" Then, the child's shocking answer came to mind as she watched the two of them being polite like a lady and a gentleman.

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

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