It Seemed My Fiancé Hated Me, So I Distanced Myself—But for Some Reason, He Complained - Chapter 4

“Um… are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?”

When I asked, the young man replied in a hoarse voice that he was fine. But he clearly didn’t look fine at all.

“You appear to be in considerable pain. Should I call for someone?”

“…No, it’s alright. Please just leave me be.”

“I can’t possibly do that.”

Though he insisted stubbornly, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him like this.

“If you’d prefer I don’t call anyone, at least let me bring you some water.”

After saying just that, I returned to the venue to fetch a glass of water. I quickly left the venue again and returned to where the young man was.

When I handed him the glass, he hesitated for a moment before cautiously bringing it to his lips.

I was hesitant to touch him without permission, but since he seemed to be suffering, I placed my hand on his back and patted him gently.

His ragged breathing gradually became calmer.

“…I’m alright now. I’m feeling much better. Thank you for your concern.”

The previously limp young man said this and raised his head.

When he lifted his face, I saw he had black hair and blue eyes – an astonishingly beautiful person. And somehow, I felt like I’d seen him somewhere before.

It was strange – if I’d seen someone this beautiful before, I shouldn’t have been able to forget them, yet I couldn’t recall where I might have seen him at all.

When our eyes met, the young man’s eyes widened in surprise.

Only then did I remember my own appearance – wearing a shabby dress that made me look nothing like a noble lady, with long bangs and an ugly appearance.

“…I apologize for showing you such an unsightly appearance.”

I stood up as if fleeing from his gaze. He seemed to have recovered, so there was no need for me to stay any longer. Besides, I’d been outside longer than expected, and Lord Ryan might have already returned.

“Wait! Could you tell me your name?”

As I turned to leave, he called out from behind.

“I’m not someone worth introducing.”

I said only that and stepped forward to leave. However, just as I began to walk away, he grabbed my arm from behind.

“Please wait. I’m truly grateful to you. I couldn’t let anyone see me in such a weakened state. Which household’s young lady are you?”

“I’m…”

Even if I tried to evade the question, the young man had a firm grip on my arm and didn’t seem likely to let me go until I gave him my name. Resigning myself, I opened my mouth to speak.