The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

"Nothing has changed though?"

It was Dylan who brought it up yet it was him who stiffened up and reeled backward. I only kissed him on the cheek but his reaction was tremendous.

'It's kind of a waste to call him a womanizer.'

I glanced at Dylan, who bowed his head and covered his entire face with his large hand. His bright red ears heated up as if they would explode.

"Is it because I didn't do it on your lips?"

"............."

"Didn't you endure Sarah's flirting and yet you're being shy over one kiss?"

When I burst into laughter having fun, it was then that Dylan raised his head with a sour face and stared at me.

"Is this kind of kiss light to you?"

I became a little embarrassed since he seemed really angry.

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'I mean, didn't he also make these kinds of jokes at me from time to time with the way he suddenly pushes his face against mine?'

When I only grinned without answering, he continued with a growl.

"Who else did you treat like this?"

"Excuse me?"

"Giovanni? Boris? Luke?"

My eyes widened at the names coming out of Dylan's lips.

'How did Dylan know the servants of the Viscount that well?'

He did work in the Viscounty although it wasn't for very long so knowing a few people weren't strange, yet it was very suspicious that only the names of the young men who expressed good feelings toward me were mentioned one after the other.

"What do you take me for? I don't make this kind of joke to other people."

In fact, I also didn't think it was good to do this with Dylan. He had someone he loved after all.

'But I don't even know who that woman is.'

Moreover, he said that woman didn't remember Dylan.

'It would be better for him to forget such an irresponsible person.'

Dylan finally relaxed his stiff expression after being satisfied by my serious answer.

"Are you cold?"

"Not at all. Dylan, come and sit closer."

"It's fine."

He lit a bonfire right in front of me and then sat far away. He shook his head vigorously at my suggestion.

"It's going to be cold near the entrance because of the wind. Come here."

At my prompting, he moved a little towards me, but in the end, he only moved one finger closer.

I stood up in frustration and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him along.

It was good that I finally got him to sit next to me, but Dylan's body was frozen stiff.

'Why is he so nervous like this?'

Was it because of the joke I did earlier?

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I sighed with a smile and patted his stiff shoulder.

"Relax a bit."

It was a little funny that a man with these wide shoulders was this nervous about my previous behavior.

I smiled broadly, forgetting that I hadn't been able to raise my head as well because I was embarrassed about the current circumstances.

"Hm?"

When I poked his side with a fingertip, he frowned and flinched.

"Stop that."

"I'm not going to eat you."

At my words, Dylan's stiff neck moved with a creaking sound.

Black eyes glistening like submerged pebbles were looking at me.

".......I'm not worried about me."

A hoarse voice which was different from earlier was mixed in with his deep voice.

Ah.

Only then did I think I might have messed with the wrong person and swallowed.

"Who's worried about who."

I thought I could hear distinctly his low voice and he slowly reached out to me.

I crouched with my shoulders up and he flicked my forehead with his finger then walked away with a smirk.

"Ah!"

"Don't make a fuss about nothing."

Thump. Thump.

My heartbeat rang loudly like a warning bell.

I barely managed to calm my beating heart, which seemed like it was about to jump out right away, by pressing both of my hands on my chest.

'I can't believe I'm like this just because we got a little closer.'

Get it together, Annie.

I tried to catch my breath, but the beating sound still lingered in my ears.

'Maybe it's not my heartbeat?'

The deep gaze that thoroughly scanned my face was hot.

He still had an impassive face, but I was certain that his heart was beating as fast as mine.

I opened my mouth impulsively, fiddling with his wet hair which was drooping in front of him.

"Dylan, you said you had someone you love."

"That's right."

".......Could that person be me?"

I didn't know why that question popped out at such a moment. Even though I knew in my head that it wasn't possible.

I didn't know this man after all.

The thick eyebrows, the smooth but not slender outline, and the long but rough fingers were unfamiliar.

Still, why did I feel like crying when staring face to face with his face for a long time? I thought he would know.

"I'm asking you, Dylan."

He couldn't give a clear answer to my question.

He only slowly lowered his head.

Something hot and slightly breathless touched my forehead. Then, my nose.

Soon, it touched my lips.

I was surprised and grabbed his shoulders, but I couldn't push him away in the end. Instead, I grabbed his half-dried shirt tightly.

He wrapped his hands around my head as if he could only grab onto me.

I felt dizzy thinking that I had no way to escape even though I wasn't thinking of avoiding him.

"Hng."

Even in a dark cave where there was no light except for a bonfire, his tongue was as red as fresh blood. It's a familiar color as if I've seen it somewhere.

"W-wait."

Before I knew it, I was lying on the hard floor of the cave, unable to get a grip on my mind from the gentle dance of the kiss that left my soul out.

My reason, which was like a fuse that had been blown out for a moment, began to return because of the water dripping from the ceiling.

I raised my voice at Dylan, whose hands were on each side of my head, and pushed him with my two arms.

"Wait a minute!"

"What."

He asked with a low growl.

I burst out laughing, dumbfounded at the agitation mixed with irritation in his voice.

"You still didn't give me an answer."

"..........."

He lifted himself up at my words and shut his mouth again.

"You're not going to answer me?"

I pressed him with a frown on my forehead, then he stammered and reluctantly opened his mouth.

"Do I have to put it into words?"

"Is there a reason why you can't put it into words?"

"Yes."

"What is the reason?"

"That's…."

"That's?"

"I can't say."

I thought he liked fairy tales since he mentioned it earlier, and now he's even playing the part of a mermaid who lost their voice.

Was this person only able to say the words I love you to one person even if they kissed someone else or something?

I bit my lip at Dylan's absurd remarks.

"......Womanizer."

"What? Who?"

"Of course, it's you! Who else? In the first place, you're someone who kisses anyone like that, right?"

"I don't."

"As if!"

"I've never held hands with anyone other than you."

His words saying that he didn't kiss just 'anyone' was believable but the second one seemed like a bright red lie.

I shook my head in disbelief and wrinkled my nose.

"Liar."

Dylan raised his handsome eyebrow at my words but I wasn't scared of him at all.

And so I began to pour out what I wanted to say.

"I knew everything from the moment you touched a woman's feet with no hesitation. Lindsay told me everything about the women going in and out of Dylan's room. About Sarah, too!"

Dylan greatly frowned even before as if it was the first time he'd heard of such.

"Who's Lindsay?"

I sealed my lips because I felt like if I told him, Lindsay would be in danger.

"I'm asking you who said that."

At his urging, I stuttered as I stared at his wrinkled forehead.

"And you also keep secretly fli-flirting with me!"

"What?"

"You make people's hearts flutter for no reason and then on the other hand say that there is someone you love!"

His face, which had been so distorted that I thought he would get angry right away, relax in an instant at my yell.

I had no choice but to pause at the corner of his lips going up.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You said your heart fluttered because of me."

"Are you smiling right now just because you heard that?"

"Yes.  I am."

I became speechless at his firm answer.

'He must be crazy, this person.'

Just as the awkward air subsided, it started raining incessantly.

"It's raining."

"Yeah."

Fortunately, the wind was not strong, so the rain did not come into the cave, but the sudden drop in the temperature of the air made my shoulders tremble.

Dylan watched me like a puppy shivering in the rain and tried to lift his shirt.

"No!"

'Does he plan to make the atmosphere strange again when it has barely settled?!'

I hastily stopped him and he narrowed one side of his eyes as if to ask why.

My heart started pounding again with just the slightest movement.

'I must be the crazy one.'

Why did him, twitching his eyebrows, look so sexy?

However, if this inner thought popped out of my lips, it was obvious he would like it because my heart fluttered again because of him.

'I can't let that happen.'

Holding on to Dylan's half-open shirt with both hands, I carefully closed it in a way that I wouldn't see his body.

"I can't wear it when a man's b-bare skin is being shown!"