I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“Weren’t you going to behave yourself?”

Marquis Ortio narrowed his eyes.

“I am well-behaved, though?”

“Hm. That’s not the impression I had of you, young lady.”

The marquis recalled the time in the Northern residence’s office, when he had been waiting for Ferio and saw Leonia outside the door, locked in a staring contest with the young master of House Tabanus.

“You’re not exactly the delicate type.”

Her bold tone and defiant spirit had left quite the impression.

When the marquis hit the mark, Leonia gave him a slightly awkward smile.

“But are you really alone?”

He was asking why she was wandering around without the Duke or Viscount Ricoss.

Marquis Ortio lifted his head, looking for Ferio.

The man was still deep in conversation with the other nobles, completely unaware that his daughter had wandered off.