“Should I call the other employees to serve the Countess?””
“Shh, be quiet.”
At the careful question, Enoch shook his head, raising his index finger on his lips.
“She slept soundly after a long time. I’ll take her to her room myself.”
“Oh, yes.”
The driver nodded with an awkward expression.
Enoch held Ines carefully.
“Uh-huh…”
Ines, who had been sleeping, clung closely to Enoch.
“Countess, not long before the bedroom.”
Enoch soothed Ines with a light smile.
At the same time, the inn staff’s mouth opened wide.
‘What the hell did I see?’
The clerk rubbed his eyes and tried to suppress the urge to watch again.
The Duke of Sussex.
The Duke and King of Lancaster were the most difficult people the inn staff had ever met.
Though basically a famous aristocrat who was polite, kind and didn’t make unreasonable demands.
Nevertheless, the reason why most people find it difficult to please the Duke of Sussex was because….he was cold.
Like no one was allowed to approach.
Plus, with his dazzlingly beautiful appearance, the duke sometimes looked more like a living work of art than a human being.
A casual person who doesn’t care about anything.
They knew it’s prejudice, but that was the first impression the inn staff had from Enoch anyway.
‘Of course, he seems quite friendly with the Countess, but still.’
However, Enoch’s present kindness was far from just being friendly.
In other words, it looked like he was dealing with a lover.
Just in time, Enoch glanced up and looked at the employees.
“What happened now…….”
“Yes, of course I’ll keep it a secret.”
The staff hurriedly straightened up.
The inn where they worked had a strict rule of keeping customers’ privacy.
It was natural that it was a place where high-ranking nobles and royalty from each country usually stayed.
“Thank you.”
Enoch, who nodded, hugged Ines and disappeared into the inn.
‘Oh, that’s amazing.’
The staff looked at the retreating back with stunned faces.
* * *
Creak.
The door opened.
Enoch carefully laid Ines on the bed.
“Um….”
Ines seemed to be tossing and turning briefly, and soon began to make a strange sound of breathing.
There was no sign of waking up.
“…….”
Enoch stared down at Ines, who was asleep.
Lashes that fall neatly like a butterfly, red lips that spread like petals.
Looking at it, he suddenly remembered the garden of the night that he was sitting alongside Ines earlier.
The moment when he swallowed those red lips urgently, it felt as distant as a dream.
At the same time, Enoch’s forehead was deeply wrinkled.
‘What am I thinking in front of a sleeping person?’
Enoch turned to a rather frantic gesture.
Just as he was about to get out of the bedroom.
Ines murmured in a sleepy voice.
“Duke…… Your Excellency.”
Enoch paused.
Ines was talking in her sleep.
Her fingers stretched out and grabbed Enoch’s collar with force.
Then she smiled brightly like a child.
“…….”
Enoch stared at Ines with an indescribable gaze.
Was this the feeling of being touched?
He couldn’t bear the overflowing affection.
Enoch bent down and kissed her white forehead briefly.
But then.
The tightly closed eyelids opened gently.
Blurry green eyes gazed up at Enoch.
“……don’t go.”
“What?”
She whined softly.
“Tonight… I want to be with you.”
The moment he heard that sweet whisper, Enoch felt that the last string of reason he was holding on to with all his might was suddenly cut off.
* * *
The next morning.
The dazzling sunlight poked the closed eyelids.
“Ugh…”
Ines made a sick sound without realizing it.
Not only was she thirsty, but she felt like someone was banging her head with a hammer.
Ines recounted what happened yesterday with her eyes closed.
At the exhibition hall, she met the Marquess of Attlee, who had a marriage proposal with Enoch, and drank champagne one after another with a complicated mind.
She remembered the Marquess and Enoch looking pretty close and she was upset.