Chapter 85

"What are you talking about, I………"

While Amelia was making her ladylike declaration for the umpteenth time, Logan sat on the bed in his room, covering his face and murmured.

Sighs had been escaping him repeatedly for the past while.

Occasionally, his voice, which conveyed self-reflection, was tinged with regret and embarrassment.

──You could have been more selfish, you know?

The more he recalled, the more his embarrassment grew.

In the darkness, with no one around, the person he loved was sitting beside him.

Amelia had quietly come to his side when he was a bit worn out from the meeting with Claude.

It was impossible to suppress his affection for Amelia.

He wanted to embrace her right away and gently kiss her petal-like lips.

These desires, which came rushing out like a torrent, were the words he had spoken.

As a result, Amelia was visibly shaken.

Her delicate features, still retaining a hint of youth, were filled with confusion and embarrassment as she stared at him intently.

(Honestly, it was close……)

Her moist eyes, her cheeks flushed by the moonlight.

In front of the blushing Amelia, it was no exaggeration to say that his rationality was about to crumble.

──I…… Lord Logan and……

If she had said nothing, what words would Amelia have spoken?

Logan himself had cut off the conversation before she could finish, out of fear of hearing what she would say next.

If he had heard it, he wouldn't have had the confidence to turn back. In short, he had chickened out.

If someone were to say he had initiated it, he couldn't offer any excuse.

Logan, with his outstanding appearance and high status, had received approaches from many women.

However, he had been repelled by their calculating and somewhat shallow nature, and had never been captivated by any of them.

Thus, despite being thought of as experienced with women, he wasn't.

Amelia was the first woman he had truly loved in his life.

Because he truly loved her, he couldn't take that step forward.

Even though he wanted to, deep down.

He was caught in this dilemma.

"Pull yourself together…… This isn't like me."

Even as he tried to convince himself, his turbulent emotions showed no signs of calming down.

Amelia had been on his mind constantly since a while ago.

For Logan, who prided himself on being rational and rarely losing his composure, this was a rather unusual state.

It made him realize just how much he loved this girl, Amelia.

He wanted to know more about Amelia.

He wanted to see more of her various expressions.

He wanted to be more of a help to Amelia.

He wanted to be a man who could protect Amelia……

──What are these scrawny arms? With these, I can't even protect that frail fiancée of mine.

Suddenly, he remembered what Claude had said today, and Logan's face twisted in annoyance.

"……"

Indeed, when he looked at his own arms, he thought they had become much thinner compared to the past.

The days when he had followed his grandmother Charlotte's instructions, brandishing swords and thrusting his fists to gain Claude's approval, were long gone.

Recently, he had been spending a lot of time sitting in chairs, and his body had deteriorated significantly.

"Maybe it's time to get some exercise……"

Logan muttered to himself.