I’m Not Doing This With A Friend

She enticed the successor to the Duke of Lisianthus. He sneakily grabbed my hand. I sighed and twisted my hand out of his grip. “We can’t do this as friends.”

“Are you ashamed of holding my hand even once, Leen?”

No matter how much I think about what Carson said, with his face showing ‘I barely held one hand’, it doesn’t seem that way.

“I can do more with you, Leen.”

Those words seemed to ring in my head, but the blue pupils were headed in a different direction – you can’t even look me in the eye. I mean, it’s not convincing to say those kinds of words with such a shy face, you punk.

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The Duchess took something out from the purse in her arms, “Do you need money? Then take this money and break up with Carson, take it without hard feelings.”

I stared silently into the thick pockets that the Duchess gave. Then I tapped my chin and gave her a serious look.

“We’re not dating, we’re friends. Do you want me to cut off my friendship with Carson from today?”

Will the Duchess get up from her seat, trembling, and slap my face? Or are you going to spray water on me?

“Pass!”

“Ye-yes?” My face slowly blushed with embarrassment. What’s with her unexpected reaction.