Dear Ex-Fiancé, I Hope You Regret Everything - Chapter 10

“Really, what’s going on with your security system! This is an international incident!”

“…Skyford is right. For the Crown Prince to return home triumphant in such a state sounds rather bad.”

“Indeed.”

“Bwahahahaha!”

“Well, I just wanted to say it once this so-called international incident!”

(There it is, the royal family’s joke.)

It’s bad for my heart every single time.

“Nevertheless, you are injured. You should rest for a while.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Crown Prince Trad turned around with a “Well then,” and said,

“I’m sure your fiancée would want to stay by your side, so I’ll permit her to remain.”

“I appreciate your consideration.”

“Well then, I’ll take my leave as the third wheel. Take your time, you two.”

Saying that, this country’s Crown Prince left with remarkable cheerfulness.

It was quite different from the impression I had of him before.

(Perhaps he’s quite approachable in private. I was so preoccupied with Lord Cain that I didn’t pay much attention.)

As I was thinking such things, Lord Skyford embraced me from behind.

“…Are you thinking about Cain? How jealous. Even though your fiancé just got injured.”

“Th-that’s not it!”

With strength that seemed impossible for someone with one injured arm, I was pushed against the wall.

(So close!)

I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I want to quickly drive Cain out of your heart.”

“I no longer think about Lord Cain. Besides, I was the one who proposed breaking off the engagement.”

“…Since you don’t seem to have noticed, I’ll tell you. Every time that guy comes to mind, you get wrinkles between your eyebrows.”

“Eh… No way…”

I hurriedly pressed my forehead.

Lord Skyford said “Ah, as I thought,” then

“That won’t do. Thinking about another man besides me.”

He peered at me with such sorrowful eyes.

I was perplexed. There must be plenty of noble ladies not just in this country, but in Haira Kingdom too, so why was he so fixated on me?

When he narrowed his eyes at my speechless self, he said,

“My apologies, it seems I’ve troubled you.”

“Ah…”

Lord Skyford took off his jacket and began preparing for bed.

When I said “Let me help you” and reached to take his jacket,

“…You should rest soon too.”

“Since you’re injured, please let me help.”

When he silently sat on the bed, I realized as I tried to remove his shirt.

(This is bad.)

I hadn’t offered lightly. But my hands were trembling, and I felt like he would notice my pounding heart.

Why hadn’t I left this to the servants?

After watching me silently for a while, Lord Skyford grasped my arm.

“…You don’t need to feel responsible.”

“Lord Skyford…”

“I don’t mind these wounds. But I worry that every time you see them, your heart grows heavy.”

He gently, softly stroked my hand.

“Thank you for protecting me. I don’t know how to thank you. Instead, I ended up hurting you, Lord Skyford.”

“…Your hands are trembling. Rest for today. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

After kissing my hand, he stood up and stood by the door, indicating I should leave.

I understand. Something like this can’t erase the fact that I caused his injury.