No matter how mentally frayed she was from Fredick's harsh words, she shouldn't have done the crazy thing of spending the night with a stranger.
If she hadn't drunk, or if she had drunk only to the point where she still had her senses, she wouldn't have caused this accident.
"I'm really going crazy."
Lily deeply regretted it, but it was too late for regrets. It was something that had already happened and couldn't be undone.
"I need to clean this up somehow..."
The problem was that she didn't know what to clean up or how. If she couldn't remember anything, she could have pretended not to know, but that wasn't the case.
Harold had noticed that she remembered some of last night's events to some extent, so it was impossible to play dumb.
"Let's wash up first."
Maybe while washing, some good solution might come to mind.
Lily earnestly hoped and hoped for that as she unwrapped the blanket she had been rolled up in.
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As Lily entered the bathroom, Harold put on his clothes and sat on the sofa, putting a cigar in his mouth. Above the white smoke, the image of her widening her eyes like a rabbit and not knowing what to do every time he said something was vividly drawn.
Yesterday she was as bold as anyone in the world, seemingly not knowing any shame, but today she was completely the opposite. She was more shy than anyone Harold knew. He truly wondered which was her real personality.
"I should really stop now."
Because if he went any further, it seemed like she might cry. Harold thought that when Lily came out after changing clothes, he should explain properly without joking around.
More than that, I didn't expect to get entangled with that woman like this. Harold rested his chin on his hand and tapped the ash into a glass ashtray. Although it wasn't part of the plan, it wasn't bad. Hiding one's identity and building a relationship with the other person was also one of the methods of investigation.
If it was just for investigation, he could have asked when Lily was drunk and out of her mind, but the fact that he didn't bothered him.
Well, even if he had asked, he probably wouldn't have found out why the 2nd Prince was digging into the Viscount Benjamin's family.
Swoosh―
She said she was just going to change clothes, but the sound of water indicated she was planning to wash.
It's going to take a while. Thinking he should delay the breakfast preparation a bit more, he was about to put out the half-burned cigar and stand up when there was a knock at the door.
"Already here?"
Since he couldn't send back what they had prepared and brought, Harold opened the door for now.
"Long time no see, Harold."
A man with neatly combed dark brown hair, dressed in a suit, smiled happily and held out his hand. It was Liam Francis, the heir to the Francis Marquis family and the manager of this hotel. He was also Harold's academy classmate.
I thought it would be a hotel employee, but Liam?
At the appearance of a figure not very welcome in the current situation, Harold crossed his arms and leaned obliquely against the door. It was to prevent Liam from entering the room, just in case.
"What brings you here?"
"It's been a while since we've seen each other, aren't you going to greet me?"
"I asked what brings you here."
As Harold acted coldly, as if telling him to say what he had to say and leave quickly, Liam awkwardly withdrew his hand and shrugged.
"What else? I heard from the manager that you checked in, so I came to say hello. Since I couldn't attend your welcome party due to work."
As he spoke, Liam glanced sideways into the room. His eyes seemed to be searching for something. Harold immediately noticed that the person he was looking for was Lily and twisted his lips.
"Is this a high-class hotel that doesn't keep guests' secrets?"
Liam visibly flustered and waved his hands.
"It-it's not like that! The manager didn't say anything. It's just that there was one more name on the guest list besides you, so I wondered if you might have come with a woman... Haha, that can't be. You gave up that kind of life quite a while ago."
Liam, who had been stammering out words, paused when he spotted a pure white lace sock lying on the floor of the room.
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