cap29 evilwoman

 When a bad girl loves her

29 episode

 

 

****

 

I bought a beer and drank it, and then I relaxed a little and went back.

 

Her expression was a little loose, but Eugene, who had never been able to speak, stopped.

 

“Eugene?”

 

Eugene nodded at what I was calling.

 

I opened my eyes wide, the moonlight draped over his silver hair, and beneath it, the shop-studded man was saying to open his red lips.

 

I thought I was really used to it, but I'm also attracted to people.

 

“Lisha, no, not her.”

 

“....”

 

“Why didn’t you get angry?”

 

I managed to say something to be a little bit dull.

 

“Because there’s no reason to be angry.”

 

"Such..."

 

Eugene’s face was distorted, and he had never seen it before, when he was so irritated by his wife’s tone.

 

“Where is it, why are you afraid that there is no reason to be angry?”

 

I was a little embarrassed, and I put the question in my mouth.

 

"So should I be angry?"

 

Cain’s movement, which was a few steps toward Eugene, stopped, and I blinked, wondering how it was.

 

“Well, what—”

 

Eugene’s expression was really strange. Well, it was beautiful, but I was a little nervous because I didn’t know why.

 

I went on carefully.

 

“It’s not special.”

 

In addition, Le Percia was a real villain in the original work.

 

I love my sister very much, but I did not think she was a good man, although the current Le Percia did not do the wrongs of the original.

 

‘I know it’s good to hear that, but.’

 

But not, too, to the point of anger.

 

“If she was there, she would have been angry, but now she’s not. My anger here could be to ignore her choices.”

 

She had a lot of life in her own way. So she becomes more cautious and cautious.

 

To be abused by someone else? That's always, always possible. And I'm the one who's about to float.

 

It is not pleasant, but is not it basic to live in a way that is not influenced by it?

 

Even I am in the body of my sister Le Percia, who was not well rumored now, and it was a waste of physical strength to respond half by half.

 

I'm not good enough to consume it.

 

“They can do that anytime, and they have.”

 

Yes, I can’t get rid of the rumors. I knew it from the beginning.

 

But I believe I’m getting better because there’s a new rumor. The villain. That’s all it is.

 

Rumors can be malicious, people can be hurt, and once they happen, it is too difficult to get rid of them.

 

But that's how volatile the direction changes.

 

He was only looking behind him, but somehow he felt he was listening.

 

Eugene’s face was white as she looked at me. Was it the moonlight? But he was a beautiful man.

 

“So I’m fine.”

 

I smiled slowly, and said, “I’m sorry.

 

“It’s not okay to always be.”

 

But the moaning of Eugene was a little strange. Not wrong, but, uh,

 

I answered.

 

“But I’m really fine.”

 

“You’re not okay, Your Grace.”

 

“No, Eugene, why don’t you understand?”

 

No, every day I was happy enough. One of those people who saw it closer than the other was Eugene.

 

What's wrong with him today?

 

“You don’t understand, Your Grace.”

 

...or are you drunk?

 

I thought that in his pronunciation, which was a little bit dull.

 

I swallowed a groan at the thought. The handsome face in front of me began to look different.

 

This, this is rare!

 

“Your Grace, why, do you care for your medicine?”

 

yes

 

And it was a sound that was not in front of it, and it was small, either way, when Eugene’s words were bursting.

 

“Why did he give me the painkillers, Rox, and he didn’t give them.”

 

Uh, that's--

 

I rolled my eyes a little, for I had nothing to say. Of course I didn’t have to answer.

 

“Why are you used to it, why can’t you think of the evil as the evil!”

 

“Eugene, the—”

 

“Why, why are you so harsh on yourself?”

 

Uh...

 

I blinked and sighed.

 

Eugene, you're a weak drinker.

 

In fact, when I ate only one drink, I was stubborn, thinking about the same thing as the three kingdoms.

 

I did it because I knew you both were drinking well. Oh, I was bad! Don't do that.

 

I'm gonna apologize for it when I'm awake.

 

I smiled softly, hoping it would look as harmless as possible. Don’t tea. I’m sorry.

 

But what did not like, Eugene was just staring at me and started to impress me even more.

 

What, what, what's wrong!

 

Eugene bowed his head.

 

How long has it been?

 

"Your Grace..."

 

He looked up and asked me, his voice pressing against something.

 

“How can you be so afraid to laugh?”

 

“Bolton.”

 

By his side, Cain called Eugene with a little angry voice.

 

At least this moment, more than Cain’s perfect voice, he was distracted by the voice that seemed to be Eugene’s sharp and passionate.

 

“I feel bad, I’m not going to do this because of you.”

 

I was completely overwhelmed by his unspeakable deadly atmosphere at that moment.

 

And I thought blankly.

 

I don't even want to die in the first place, but, no, why are you laughing? Why are you asking me something so natural?

 

And I recounted the answer I could not do for Jamar Le Persa, the dignity I had picked up.

 

'Because you're handsome?'

 

A whistling and a cold wind blew.

 

Oh, good-looking is a real blessing to the world. Eugene, you're a good drunk, but you're a good old man. A bad boy.

 

I shrugged a little to avoid showing it as I radiated inside.

 

The next moment, I was in someone’s arms.

 

It was Eugene.

 

 

****

 

 

Her eyes were purple.

 

The color that I inherited from my mother was not like a person in the past.

 

But now...

 

“You—”

 

Eugene hated the color.

 

Purple symbolizes death, which symbolizes the divinity that man cannot reach, and also the death that can never be done.

 

After shaking the man who spit out the words that he did not dare to say, Eugene could not look at the tea and solidified his body.

 

I want to look back at my worried hand, but I have no god to face those eyes.

 

I wanted to ask.

 

Is it okay for you to hear such a word, why do you feel so friendly to other people even at this time?

 

But again, without fail.

 

She laughed at the fact that she was not doing anything.

 

She started to share a glass with them with a really happy face as if nothing had happened.

 

I talked more about it, even to insist on drinking one drink at a time.

 

How can I not know that the mind is caring.

 

'Maybe it's the same.'

 

So it was painful.

 

“Eugene?”

 

She wouldn't know.

 

Just over a month.

 

Her pure liking to say that Eugene is good with all her heart.

 

But the resignation that I do not want to repay him.

 

Her grandma, who takes everything in her power...

 

“Lisa, no, I’m the Queen Lepercia.”

 

The smile...the tears that I hid...

 

“Why didn’t you get angry?”

 

He was just too unbearable.

 

“There’s no reason to be angry.”

 

But this is not.

 

Eugene could not know what to say to the answer of the lady.

 

“That kind of thing, where is it, why is there no reason to be angry?”

 

“So should I be angry?”

 

Under the moonlight, the queen stood with a crumbling smile.

 

"Well, what...."

 

“It’s not special.”

 

It was a vague but very fragile voice.

 

“They can do that anytime, and they have.”

 

Oh, Eugene felt like he had been hit by the quiet words.

 

You were wrong. He was wrong to believe the rumors, actually.

 

Everyone had called Lepercia the devil, and was cruel and cold and reluctant.

 

The woman said she could do it any way she could, and she had come.

 

I didn’t expect it to come back like this.’

 

He didn't deserve to be angry.

 

Lepercia was laughing and forgot, but a month ago Eugene was like them.

 

She said she was familiar.

 

“So I’m fine.”