Chapter 103 â The Last Thing I Want To Do (1)
In the presence of the former queen, Simon became the perfect Lord Hillard. Louise called him by his title, but in reality she didnât really know that true side of him. He wore a picturesque smile, and his words flowed smoothly as if he had carefully prepared them beforehand. This was not the Simon she knew, who usually liked to think quietly and leisurely about every word.
âLouise.â
When he said her name she looked up in amazement. She took hold of his proffered hand, and he pulled her towards him so that they faced each other. Louise released his hand and grabbed the skirt of her dress, the garment soaking up the sweat of her fingers.
âMiss Sweeney.â
The rehearsed words began. He bowed deeply, just like the prince from a fairy tale. When he straightened up, Louise wanted to avoid eye contact, but Simonâs advice came to mind.
âDonât take your eyes off me from beginning to end. Itâs traditional etiquette.â
He smiled like a friend to her, as if to say, âWell done.â
Louise blinked a few times, but Simon didnât say anything else. The surroundings became quiet, allowing the sounds from outside to filter into the room. The rain was a constant gentle roar in the background.
Did it rain so often during this season? Simon was naturally reminded of a few things, like a black umbrella, yellow patrinia flowers, and fingers cold from rain.
âWe were caught in the same rainâ¦.â
Her murmured those words, different from what he was supposed to say, but no one corrected him.
âFirst and second.â
Louise answered him with an awkward smile.
âYes. And on the third meeting itâs raining too.â
âLouise Sweeney who loves nature may disagree with me on this.â
He took a step closer to Louise.
âThere is not much difference between the sun, the clouds, the rain and the snow.â
âYouâre doing oppositeâ¦what you said.â
She was surprised when he turned his head towards the window. He made her promise that she would never look away from him while they talked.
âBut for me, those are four kinds of precious weather. And.â
When he answered he turned to Louise again.
âI give you rain.â
Simon couldnât embrace the weather alone. He meditated on several precious memories one by one.
âWhat we celebrated.â
In all of those memories was sparkling rain.
âWhat you realized is that they were washed away.â
Even this moment it was raining.
âThe memories of rain will hang on forever like moisture on your fingertips. Maybe the sun can erase it.â
When he said the word âsunâ, two both of them naturally thought of the same person. Simon bit his lip.
âEven so.â
Simon was speaking slower now. One word after another, deeply thinking, like he usually did.
âThe rain comes again.â
Even after a few seasons, it was bound to return.
âFrom now on, every rainy day I have, every part of me will be devoted to you.â
He took a short breath and thought of his following words. He had already strayed too far from what he was supposed to say. In the end, he had to follow the proper format.
âBecause of that, I dare hope.â
Simon thought about the old tradition. He knew that Louise cared about him. She had kept her word to not take her eyes off him. Maybe if he was stubborn, she wouldnât let his heart slip away.
It is Ianâs role to tease Louise, not Simon. He was always on Louiseâs side, just was Louise was always on Simonâs side.
âPlease forgive meâ¦I cannot ask you for a relationship.â
In the end, he couldnât say the rehearsed words. Simon was supposed to be rejected for the sake of Louiseâs honor. The opportunity to reject a young lordâs marriage proposal couldâve been quite a story in her personal history. Of course, Louise wasnât in the least bit interested in that. It would be like taking Simonâs wounds as her honor. Perhaps he changed his words in consideration of Louiseâs heart. He was so sweet, really.
But even at this momentâ¦That didnât mean he wouldnât get hurt. Maybe it hurt even more.
âPlease answer, Louise Sweeney.â
It was the voice of the former queen sitting some ways away. There was no sign of anger or discomfort.
Just disappointment.
Louise struggled and moved her lips several times, but she couldnât find the right words.
â â¦My Lord.â
Her words started as a stammer and her voice cracked.
âI know you donât agree.â
Louise straightened her neck and looked at Simon. She couldnât help but notice his smooth jawline and raven hair.
âBut I think black is a generous embrace of all the colors.â
Simon frowned. It was obvious that Louise was trying to smile.
âIt hurts to be so generous to accept anything, butâ¦â
Louiseâs voice was getting smaller and smaller, and the end of her sentence became inaudible.
ââ¦.it is precious to me.â
Louise lifted the skirt of her dress and curtsied.
âThank you for meeting with me. I wish I could accept your request, but I hope that Godâs blessing is always with you. Under any weather.â
Louise looked up and smiled softly, so did Simon. They did their best.
It was still raining.
Thank you. After this rain stops, perhaps.
Simon will wait for the rain that will never fall.