Cry , Even better if you , beg

Unlike the day she had angrily left the annex, the Leyla now looked like a gentle, precocious lady. Matthias stared at the 'gentle' Leyla while languidly leaning on the couch.

"I'm terribly sorry for this sudden discourtesy, your grace."

Leyla hesitatingly opened her mouth while she kept her head down in efforts to avoid his gaze. Her dense eyelashes were very long and straight. Her long eyelashes seemed to be a reason why she left a soft impression when she gently lowered her eyes.

"Pardon me, but I have a question."

Leyla, who had been licking her lips several times, finally managed to open her mouth. But at that moment, the phone started ringing.

Matthias slowly stood up to pass by Leyla as she retreated. He picked up the phone. It seemed to be a business call regarding a complicated contract he had to look over.

Leyla looked a little surprised when she saw Matthias on the phone. He skillfully led the conversation. Even with his brief smiles and polite way of talking, she could feel the power and dignity that overwhelmed the person on the phone. He looked like the perfect Duke of Arvis that everyone admired.

I mean, no way.

The suspicion that the man could have taken her glasses felt ridiculous at the moment.

I feel like I'm doing something useless..... Then was it the crow?

While judging how many crows' nests there might be in the forest, Leyla silently greeted the duke, who was on the phone, and was about to leave. He unexpectedly turned to Leyla while holding onto the telephone mouthpiece.