Overflowing emotions, broadly smiling expression.

Surely, it would suit her.



Claudia realized that his remark was problematic because Violette had an unusual expression.
She stared at him blankly, without even keeping her appearance.
It was like a pigeon receiving a blow from a peashooter.

Her eyes were opened even wider, unable to understand rather than being surprised.
She hadn’t shown any discomfort yet, but that was because she still hadn’t taken in the meanings of his words.

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He couldn’t complain if she felt unpleasant having someone gaze at her eating manner impolitely.
Even if he complimented her, it was important to know whether she would receive it well, or it would affect their relationship greatly.

There was no good will between Claudia and Violette.

He was the prince that was once forced with her annoying attachment, and she was the noble lady that was forcing herself on him.
Then Claudia’s words could be taken in a good direction, but the problem here would be if it fabricated and captured emotions beyond those words.
For example… she might perceive that Claudia was fond of Violette.

He immediately tossed away that possibility the moment it appeared.
Although Claudia himself hadn’t completely trusted her, he already knew that something had changed within Violette.

Then, what about another possibility?

If Violette regarded his previous statement as a weird thing, she would feel hurt with the unpleasant feelings coming from the words that came from his mouth, even though she clearly wouldn’t show it since the company was a prince.

Claudia couldn’t even withdraw it now, since he couldn’t find any good excuse.
He cursed himself for doing something unusual, feeling the wrinkles between his eyebrows.
People said that praising women was Mirania’s specialty, but being a poor imitator would only wring his own neck.

He thought that he had to apologize even if he couldn’t specify why.
But just a second before he opened his mouth, Violette spoke.

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“What’s that…”

Violette pressed her mouth and… laughed, telling him that it wouldn’t be a reason.
She hung her eyebrows down and she looked more confused than happy, but it was still a kind of smile.

It was far from the defenseless smile that Claudia saw before, which he would never forget even if days had passed.
It was no wonder, since her emotions and relationships with him was completely different.

Still, the fact that she was laughing resonated in Claudia’s eyes.
And it grasped his heart.

That smile was the manifestation of Violette’s heart filled with her emotions, not the fake smile or pasted expression.

“But, thank you very much.
I’m… happy to hear that.”

Her cheeks slightly reddened, her eyes loosened for a moment.

Claudia desperately pushed back against something that filled his heart and wanted to be spit out.
The silent voice emphasized that more than this was no good.

Before his dry throat could make a noise, a shadow hung on their table.

“Vio-chan, can I sit here?”

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