I won't pick up the trash i threw away again

Chapter-33

At his ridiculous remark, I questioned my ears and looked at Philen.

"I'm proud of her for saying she'd help me first."

As if he couldn't read my gaze, he spat out nonsense.

"If it was an ordinary woman, she would have refused, but Cecily is a princess. She knows this kind of thing so well, so she was willing to do it."

I can't believe you willingly agreed. With whose permission?

Lost in words, I smiled and put my hand on my head.

Philen looked at me strangely.

"What's wrong?"

"...what's wrong?"

Are you really asking because you don't know? Or are you doing this to turn my heart upside down?

I'm sure it's the former from experience.

Not knowing was not a sin, but it was a sin enough.

My heart was full of bruises after being hit by the stone he threw unintentionally.

"In Mullis Kingdom, there may be no social problems if the mistress prepares for the wedding."

I struggled to swallow the anger and irritation that filled me up. I chewed and spat out one word at a time.

"But it's the Cardin Empire. Ha, if everyone else found out that the mistress did the wedding arrangements, wouldn't they laugh at us? I'd rather do it."

When I returned what he had said, Philen frowned.

"Do you really have to say that?"

"Why? Did I say something wrong?"

It seemed like Philen wanted to say something, but he shut his mouth as if he had nothing to say.

The deeply wrinkled brows showed that he wasn't in a good mood.

At other times, I would have looked into his eyes and treated him appropriately, but I didn't want to do that this time.

I would have tilted my head if you said the name of a distant relative I didn't know, but Cecily...

It was so ridiculous that I couldn't even laugh.

"If you're going to leave it to her, I would rather leave it to Countess Thebesa."

As I showed signs of dislike towards Cecily, Philen's brows became narrower.

"You still don't care at all."

"If you don't care about me, why should I care about her?"

When I replied without losing, Philen turned his head, clicking his tongue.

There was an awkward silence inside the carriage.

Philen, who was looking out the window with his mouth shut, sighed deeply and opened the window connected to the driver's seat.

"Stop the carriage."

Five carriages, including the luggage carriage, stopped altogether at Philen's words.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Philen got off the carriage without saying goodbye.

Beyond the thin carriage door, I could hear his footsteps moving away.

I didn't wonder where he was going. Because he's probably going to the carriage where Cecily was.

I was worried if I had to keep riding in the same carriage with him. That's why when he got off, I was glad.