[This meant that he would have to hug him even in front of Genevieve and Emma.] Noticing how Adaline hesitated at the very thought, Shane raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, I promise."
Adaline nodded reluctantly, and Shane couldn't help but laugh.
Now she looked at him with disapproval:
"Kindergarten."
“So you understand.” - he responded cheerfully.
“Of course.”
Edwin, who had previously been silently watching their argument, finally raised his voice:
“Are you done chatting?
Then both of you are out."
“Is it really possible?” - Adalyn asked innocently.
"Shane, you stay."
[Where are you going, smart guy?]
Genevieve greeted Adaline with genuine joy.
Shane reluctantly retreated, but leaning towards her ear, he whispered:
“Just don’t try to do anything stupid, my love.
I'm watching you."
“Yes, yes, I understand.” - Adalyn waved it off with a slight smile. [She would really appreciate it if he looked after her, it would be even calmer.]
While she responded to his “threat” with a smile, Shane held a strange, piercing gaze on her.
Adaline took his chin, gently pulled him down and left a light kiss at the corner of his lips.
"Take care of yourself, my love."
Without waiting for an answer, she closed the door.
Turning around, I saw Genevieve with round eyes.
“...This is the first time I’ve seen Mr.
Blanchard leave silently.”
“Well, it’s Adaline...” Genevieve muttered something under her breath, apparently coming up with some strange excuse for what was happening.
Adaline decided not to elaborate.
“Your eyes are hardly swollen.”
“Genevieve...No one uses divine power just because of a slight swelling.
It's like putting a cast on a mosquito bite.
Too."
[Even Mansur wouldn’t live like this...]
[The greatest healer of this world...SSS-class...and is worried about such a small thing.]
Genevieve, pretending that she had not heard anything, gently touched her eyes with her palm.
The white light swirled and absorbed into the area around the eyes, where there had been no warmth for a long time.
Adaline was about to say she was fine when there was a knock on the door.
“Zhenya, can I come in?”
“Zhenya?” - Adaline asked, raising an eyebrow.
Genevieve's cheeks flushed bright red.
“This is my husband.
Do you mind if he comes in?”
“Genevieve, this is your room.
Why are you asking me?
“I just...if you feel uncomfortable...”
“Are you going to kick him out?”
Adaline asked this more as a joke, but Genevieve answered quite seriously:
"Of course."
“No, let him come in.
Just don't pay attention to me."
“Well, if you don’t mind, then I’ll introduce you to him.”
[She will finally meet the main character's husband.]
My heart beat a little faster. [It was from this that Adaline truly realized that this world no longer followed the plot of the novel she knew, especially after reuniting with Shane.]
[He is the crown prince's bodyguard, if I'm not mistaken...]
[Genevieve said that he is a strong, kind and reliable person.]
“Zhenya...Oh, we have a guest.”
“Come in, Harrison.
Meet Adaline Bertrand.
More precisely, now Adaline Blanchard.
Duchess Blanchard."
"Nice to meet you.
Excuse me, how should I address you?”
Harrison's eyes widened in surprise, but he immediately smiled warmly:
“Just call me Harrison, Duchess Blanchard.
I've heard a lot about you."
“I hope only good things.” - Adalyn smiled.
Genevieve immediately interjected:
"Only the truth."
“Oh...Harrison, you understand that I’m not that scary?”
Harrison laughed.
“I heard that you are a gentle and kind person who helped Zhenya in difficult times.”
“Am I...soft?” - Genevieve was noticeably embarrassed.
“You see, she doesn’t believe it herself.” - said Adaline.
"Because it's not true." - Genevieve confirmed.
Objectively speaking, the word “soft” did not fit her at all.
All three laughed.
[He looks like a reliable guy.
Such a... bear type.] - thought Adaline.
[The exact opposite of the cunning Edwin.
And certainly not as cold as Shane.]
[Harrison seemed straightforward, calm and constant.
Although Adaline recently realized that she rarely looks at people correctly, at least her first impression of him was not alarming.]
[Genevieve looked happy and protected next to him.]
[If the main character is happy, then everything is correct.
This is her story.]
[Rating Harrison is not her place.
And there is no need.]
[The only thing that mattered was whether Genevieve was happy next to him.]
Five days later.
Adaline stood alone at the masquerade.
[Although...strictly speaking, not entirely alone.]
"Smile, Adaline."
“You should try to smile if you were me...”