At Dennis's command, Silbang rushed outside to call the driver outside the social club.
Dennis quickly walked into the private room to announce that today's meeting was over.
Dennis's face was pale.
“Let's go to the palace as quickly as possible.”
Hurry to urge the driver.
He couldn't bear another loss.
When he lost his mother, he felt as if a door that had been open to the world had closed.
Every time an inexpressible sadness came over him, he felt nauseous from the same routine he had been living in yesterday.
Although his sky had collapsed, morning came the next day.
Even though his land was extinguished, after crying he felt thirsty.
After losing his mother, he learned that life goes on, with all its cruelty.
As he made his way through the dark streets of the capital and approached Thérèse, a thought suddenly struck him.
This woman is the meaning of my life.
He realized that she had opened the closed door and rebuilt his collapsed world.
Therese did it.
Dennis felt like he was going to faint from the intensity of the idea that popped into his head.
Only then did he understand everything.
He even managed to sleep comfortably just next to Therese,
And he felt comfortable even in the silence next to her,
And he got very angry when he saw her talking to another man,
The truth is that this feeling was jealousy.
Finally, as if he had a completed puzzle in front of him, Dennis could fully understand his feelings.
When he confessed his feelings, he felt his heart beating hard.
“He arrived...”
Before the driver finished announcing their arrival, Dennis jumped into Thérèse's mansion.
Why did he feel that the distance to Therese's room was so far?
He was shocked
When the door opened, the bridesmaids were talking to the woman in an tense atmosphere.
When the woman suddenly saw him entering the place, she was happy and said:
“It's good that you came.
I have something to say about the Duke of Priem...”
Dennis ran towards the woman coming towards him, and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, my God!"
The bridesmaids were astonished and turned their heads.
“Prince…”
The woman lingered, confused, in his arms.
Dennis squeezed her harder so she couldn't release.
“Someone is seeing us, Prince...”
“Therese, aren’t you hurt?”
He studied her body intently with his eyes.
“No, I wasn’t injured.
Why do you suddenly ask?”
“Because I thought I might lose you.”
Upon hearing his calm but frank confession, Thérèse stammered.
“Why…why did you think so…”
Denis interrupted Therese's question, looked into her eyes sparkling like the sea, and said:
“Therese, you are my world.”
"…What?"
Therese replied in a surprised voice.
“Oh!”
“Oh my God...”
“Get out quietly and quickly!”
Danielle led the watching bridesmaids out of the workroom.
In the room that had finally quieted, Thérèse said with a deep red face:
“Please let me go, Prince… As you can see, I am not harmed.”
“Thank God you are safe.”
“Then let go of me, now.”
When she continued to try to get away from him, Dennis said in a playful tone:
“Why?
Do you have something urgent?”
“The Duke of Priem now...”
She had to tell him that he was gathering a private army to strike him.
“Do you remember mentioning another man’s name in front of me a while ago?”
Hearing Denise's voice full of laughter, Therese couldn't say anything.
Confused, Therese tried to divert the conversation.
“Did something happen?”
“No, nothing, I just miss you.”
Dennis was saying he missed her with a completely normal face.
Therese did not find a suitable response and continued to squirm to get free, so Dennis hugged her tighter.
"Don't do that.
If you don't have something urgent, let's stay like this for a bit, okay?"
When she remained silent without responding, Dennis peppered her cheek with kisses.
"Okay?
You're an obedient girl."
Dennis was combing Therese's soft hair with his finger.
That was after they moved into the bedroom.
Therese was receiving his touches like a lazy cat.
“Therese.”
“Yes, prince.”
“Remember?
Last time...”
Dennis did not finish his speech.
"What?"
“That scoundrel you claimed was your colleague in the park.”
“Yes, prince.”
Therese couldn't understand why he mentioned Sasha's name now, because her encounter with him in the park had been a long time ago.
“Um.”
Dennis didn't speak.
But it seemed clear that he had something to say.
“Speak, my prince.”
I got up and looked into his eyes.
His green eyes, which she loved so much.
“Were you dating that bastard at the academy?”
"What?"
“Ah, you can be honest, I'm not the type to cling to your past and worry about it.”
“No, it's not like that!
What!”
“Ah.
So you liked that bastard?”
"What?"
Thérèse could not understand his speech, which was increasingly lacking in context.
"Ah.
Of course, it's okay if you say you were in love with that scoundrel...
No, but think about that scoundrel.
I still remember him clearly.
He's even shorter than me, his face is definitely less pretty than mine, and I think he's a little smarter?
Mental attractiveness?
Is that your taste?
An employee of the Ministry of Justice?
It seems that exams these days are getting easier!
The one who got first in the academy or something passed it."
Thérèse was shocked by his ridiculous misunderstanding and just kept looking at him.
She never imagined such words would come at this moment.
First place or something like that.
Does the word “or something similar” fit with “first place”?
In those days, Thérèse was just the second in the academy, so she became angry at his words but did not respond.
“Look, not answering means everything is real, right?
You, when you are in a difficult situation, you don't even answer when I ask you to speak anyway, the conclusion is that you and that bastard had some kind of relationship at the academy!”
In the end, he made Thérèse's relationship with the scoundrel she said was the first a given fact.
In his imagination, what the woman was doing to that bastard couldn't be described in words, and all the better.
Therese smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth.
When she placed her hands on his sweat-slick chest, she felt his rapid heartbeat.
“Prince.”
"…What."
His voice was sullen.
“Are you jealous?”
"jealousy?"
He strongly denied this.
“Isn't it?”
"no."
“So how do you explain this behavior now?”
“I…”
Dennis couldn't continue talking.
He answered after a moment:
“I regulate the behavior of my wife.
My wife is a princess, and I am a prince who must maintain appearance and dignity.”
This was the excuse that Therese often gave to Denise.
'Appearance and dignity.'
“I see.”
"Yes.
That's it."
Dennis nodded, closing his mouth, as if to confirm this to himself.
He seemed to be trying to convince himself.
Therese bit her lip hard to hold back the laughter that wanted to come out.
“Okay, I will act so that the princess’s appearance and dignity are not harmed, Prince.”
"…Good."
“Do you really mean it's not jealousy, but behavior regulation?”
"Yes."
“So I can meet Sasha in the future too?”
“Why?
I’ve explained it to you so far.”
“As I said, Sasha is my colleague, as long as I meet him without harming appearance and dignity, isn’t it okay?
If I meet him for business, it’s no problem, right?”
“That's why, why...”
Dennis couldn't answer.
“Okay.
Do it.”
Dennis reluctantly agreed.
“Yes.
Thank you.”
Dennis wanted to ask if that meant she really wasn't in a relationship with that bastard.
Or does she intend to be like this in the future?
Or does she not intend to?
The gap between the spouses was deepening.
Meanwhile, a knock was heard at the bedroom door.
“Your Highness, is the urgent matter over?”
It was Silbang's sullen voice.
As if she had regained consciousness, Therese quickly got up.
"Yes!"
When Therese tried to answer, Dennis raised his hand to stop her.
“It's not over yet wait.”
Upon hearing his response, there was silence for a moment outside the bedroom.
“Your Highness the Prince.”
A faint call.
This time it was Danielle.
It was the social sound Danielle made when she forcibly suppressed her anger.
She usually made that sound when she met gentlemen she had met before by chance.
Therese rose suddenly.
This is correct.
This was not the time.
“I'm going out now, wait a minute.”
“...I'll give you 20 minutes, so get out quickly.”
"I apologize."
Dennis was still looking at her.
“Prince.”
"Yes."
Therese told him the urgent matter first:
“The Duke of Priem is assembling a private army that appears to plan to frame Your Highness for treason.”
“…Yes, Therese, I have something to say too.”
Dennis finally got up at her words and said:
“The person who ordered the attack on Marquis Engelger was Fabrice, and Gisèle Lomaxin was the one who subsequently acted.”
“…Understood.”
Therese responded to his words calmly.
Dennis looked at her face for a moment, then patted her head.
“Let's get to work now, ma'am.”
Dennis extended his hand to her, Therese took his hand and left.