About Your Pride and My Prejudice

Chapter 46: Please Look At Me

Her beautiful face, which was praised enough by countless men, could not overcome boredom and showed a dreary light.

“…….”

It had been almost an hour since she came to his office, and Monica was literally left neglected.

There was no change even if she made noise by tapping the shiny marble floor with her pointed heels and humming an unknown song.

Still, he didn’t call her name. The only sounds he made were the sound of signing papers or drawing lines with a pen tip, and the sound of occasionally flapping and turning over a sheet of paper.

Eventually, Monica opened her mouth. From now on, it will be inevitable that she’ll be treated as a disturbance, but she was at her limit.

“Alan.”

“What?”

Alan didn’t even take his eyes off the paper he was reading.

“Baby…”

“…….”

No answer came back this time. He annoyingly wrinkled his forehead.

“Troy.”

The sound of dropping the pen rang the chilly office.

“You.”

“Now you are looking at me.”

Monica’s bright red lips drew a line. It was a lonely smile for some reason.

“It’s been a few months. Can’t you give me a little welcome?”

“I didn’t ask you to come.”

The dry voice scattered like smoke. The bright eyes beneath her flower-red hair eagerly traced the man in front of her.

“… Have you ever thought about me? Even once.”

“Ha.”

Alan let out a light sigh and ruffled his hair in annoyance. His soft black hair wrapped around his pale fingers caught Monica’s gaze as if possessing her.

“Didn’t I tell you clearly? It’s a busy time.”

“…….”

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, this is troublesome for both of us. Do you have too much time on your hands?”

Monica, who closed her lips, raised her body from the sofa in the center of the office. While narrowing the distance one step by one to the desk, her jewelry decorations dangling from her head and ears swung a little and reflected colorful lights.

“It’s okay to put some work down a little. You’re just hoarding excess work that your subordinates’ should be doing.”

Soon she stopped walking.

“Alan, you must do that—”

“The reason why I’m doing this,”

His cold blue-gray eyes approached her and stared straight at the woman standing.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know. Just…..It’s sad.”

“Monica.”

Allan, who was exhausted, covered his tired eyes. His actions, facial expressions, and breath were filled with terrible boredom. Looking at Alan, Monica suddenly felt tears filling her eyes.

She continued with her trembling fists clenched together.

“I miss my childhood.”

“… What?”

“At that time, you were sweet to me, too. You didn’t regret the time you spent with me, and it didn’t bother you when I came to see you. Rather, rather you…….”

“Whoo…”

Alan  let out a slow sigh. Even though her voice was trembling unusually, he didn’t feel any regret or had any intention to soothe her.

“Look at me, Alan…….”

Even if he was no longer affectionate to her, Monica’s mind remained unchanged. The memories of the distant past, where they shared special feelings, were cherished in her heart without getting blurry or fading at all.

When she wanted to see him, she crossed the sea, rode the carriage to the capital, and went to his office, and what was waiting for her was always a cold, uninspired face. But it took a long time when she became used to it. She loved even that image of him, and only she can understand and hug poor Alan.

However, the reason why she became emotionally agitated was because she heard something she never wanted to believe.

‘Person. That’s too…… It was a woman.’

Alan Leopold, whom Monica knew, was a person who risked everything to get the family into his hands perfectly. It was the only reason he didn’t abandon his life. That’s why he hung on to his work pathologically and always acted sharp like a thorny rose with temperamental sensitivity.

From what she heard from the family’s servants, they said he never sleeps deeply. Time, especially his was of incalculable value, even if it were only a few hours or a few minutes.

So even if he no longer looked at her affectionately as before, Monica understood everything.

Sometimes he felt so pitiful that he was lovable. She wanted to support him in every way she could. It was just sad that he never wanted her.

If Alan finally holds the family in his hands and reigns as Leopold’s owner, this journey will be over, and by that time, she will proudly set herself as his companion and the hostess of the family.

Alan will also thank her for waiting and smile brightly just like he used to do in her distant memory.….

“Don’t be like a child.”

“…….”

……I’ve endured everything with just these thoughts.

“You know I work by shortening my sleep. You must have sent the servants to watch.”

It’s your specialty. Alan added.

“If you really think about me,”

“…Melissa Collins?”

Monica said out a name that had been hovering around the tip of her tongue the moment she faced him. It was an impulse.

“She’s taking up your time so much that you have to cut back on sleep…Is she that girl?”

“…….”

Alan did not affirm, but he did not deny it either. During that brief silence, Monica tasted the despair of blood flowing back.

“Can you say something?”

“How far did you hear it?”

“Haa…”

At the same time as the low sigh burst, the round tears fell over her smooth cheeks. Bentley’s words seemed to be true. What kind of woman would have caught Alan’s eye when he is Monica’s whole world?

His heart, which has never been allowed even a very thin slit to her, even though she has always dedicated her unchanging love.

“Monica.”

“No way, you love her……?”

“Why are you crying?”

Alan stood up as if in trouble. He pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her.

“Do you love her?”

“…….”

Monica soon began to sniffle like a child. Alan walked out of the desk with a look of helplessness on his face and stood in front of her.

“It’s up to you to misunderstand, Monica.”

A quiet whisper continued.

“Why don’t you think outside the box?”

As the handkerchief, which had his scent on it, touched her eyes, Monica held her breath

“…The prince said, Alan is totally obsessed with her.….”

“It’s basically just blatant nonsense.”

The handkerchief moved slowly from the corners of her eyes to the cheeks, wiping away the long fallen tears. Monica shook her shoulder finely, ecstatic at the gentle touch that she felt over the thin handkerchief.

“You said you weren’t in a relationship…… but If you disguise yourself up and enjoy secret meetings…….”

It was then that Alan took away the handkerchief soaked with tears.

“That’s enough. I’m not talented at soothing you.”

“…….”

Monica’s red lips closed tightly. So that her tears do not rise again. The fact that a man with no talent for soothing a crying woman was soothing her like this gave her overwhelming comfort.

‘I’ve met her before.’

The prince she met in the private palace that night had strange eyes.

Ragged royalty with snake-like eyes.

She had heard it many times through Alan about his conduct.

Perhaps that’s why his desire for her was exceptionally easily read.

‘She was a shabby woman with nothing to see. She can’t even reach your toes.’

As such, no lies were felt in his words. It would be true that a woman named Melissa Collins is ordinary and trivial. That Alan is crazy about such a trivial woman, explaining it to him would be deeply frustrating, she hoped his judgment is momentarily blurred.

However, Monica felt very questionable about Alan’s being crazy about a woman. He is a poor guy who doesn’t even recognize such close relationships because he didn’t learn love.

In every way, Alan can’t really love a woman. She wondered just in case, but his dull reaction convinced her.

However, Alan was a special man. No one in this kingdom is more special than him. So, if it’s a feeling other than love, it’s enough…….

“It’s not something I should worry about, is it?”

“That won’t happen.”

Monica continued, reaching out to his flawless cheeks.

“Baby, it’s okay if you’re playing with her for a while. I have done a lot of things like that, too.….”

“…….”

“I’m just afraid she approached you with bad intentions…….I heard she’s a woman who doesn’t have anything.”

Alan gently removed her strangely seductive touch. Then he smiled with a smile that was clear to be a smile, but as beautiful as heaven.

“It would be the opposite.”

“…… What?”

Monica, of course, thought she heard it wrong.

“What did you say?”

“That’s enough. Go back and rest.”

“That woman….”

“I’ll try to make some time soon.”

She was walking toward the doorway with Alan’s arm around her shoulder. He was kicking her out. Monica’s heart plummeted to the ground.

“……Please tell me where your villa is.  I’ll wait patiently there, okay?”

“No.”

“Then…Then let me meet that woman, Miss Collins. If she’s the person for whom you’re making time to meet, I’ll also….!”

Suddenly, the two of them stood in front of the door, and Alan grabbed the doorknob with his left hand, which was not wrapped around her shoulder.

I’m sure he intends to push me away.

“Wait a minute…”

Monica closed her eyes in a hurry.

“Can you arrange an introduction?  Do you think I’m going to be bad?  I am not.”

“It doesn’t have to be right now.”

“…are you going to introduce yourself?”

At the same time as she said that, Alan opened the door. Some of the servants standing in the hallway bowed their heads at once.

“Well, that might happen.”

“What do you mean by that…?”

Alan beckoned and called one of his subordinates and instructed them to prepare a carriage. Then, looking back at Monica, he replied in the warmest voice in today’s conversation with her.

“I’m going to go to Lunoa with you.”

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