Chapter 78
The Villainess Is Shy In Receiving Affection
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âYoung master.â
As Melody took another step closer, he shouted while hugging his knees tightly.
To leave immediately. He didnât even want to see her.
His harshly uttered words filled the room, and only after their echo faded did she speak again.
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
Melody offered her apology again in a subdued voice, sounding somewhat scared, prompting Ronny to nearly add, âNo, thatâs not what I meant.â He bit his lip to hold back.
Soon, the sound of the door carefully opening and closing was heard.
Melody had left the room. He slowly lifted his head and looked around his room.
The grand and ornate room of Baldwinâs young master seemed to mock him somehow.
He loosened the tie that felt like it was strangling him and bowed his head again, immersing himself in darkness where nothing could be seen.
âHeuk.â
Tears mingled with his shallow breathing soon followed.
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After crying senselessly for a while, Ronny fell asleep and woke up in the dark night with his eyes swollen.
âWhat is thisâ¦â
He found himself hating everything in the world.
He hated the servant who moved him to the bed on their own accord, Melody for getting her dress from another store, Claude and Jeremiah for not getting along, and even his father for entrusting him with such a difficult task.
With nothing but hatred in his world, Ronny began to hate himself too. An idiot with nothing to show for!
He was certain to fail his history test. It had always been that way, and it would likely continue. Fool! Ronny, the fool!
âBrother, youâre awake.â
Startled, he quickly turned his head towards the cute voice beside him.
There was Loretta, propping her chin with her hands, looking at him intently with a bright smile.
What was she doing here?
âLoretta waited for a long timeâ¦â
Caught by her sparkling gaze, Ronny found himself instinctively stroking the adorable childâs head.
He realized that even though he hated everyone and even himself, he could never hate Loretta.
How could he hate his sister who rushes to share secrets with him?
âYou canât keep sneaking out of bed.â
âI didnât sneak. I came with grandmaâs hand.â
âHmph, why did you come here then?â
âBecause brotherâs life is hard.â
âWh-who said my life is hard?â
âLoretta thought so by herself.â
At the childâs response, Ronny turned around, propped his chin like Loretta, and lay down.
âYou thought so by yourself?â
âYep. Because Iâm smart.â
Loretta carefully shared her observations of him, one by one.
âBrother studies every day, keeps meeting people. And yesterday, you got a long stick. Thatâs for the sophishucated secret, right?â
âYou dummy.â
Ronny gently tapped Lorettaâs soft cheek, fond of her straightforward words.
âA stick is not wide, itâs long. A long stick. You said that before.â
âYep, a long stick. I wonât forget now.â
âGood job.â
Loretta beamed at his praise, even giggling.
âLetâs check later if there really is a ladder to the sky with that stick.â
âYes! Itâs a secret.â
âRight, a secret.â
The child rolled up to Ronnyâs chin and looked up at him intently.
âHug me tight, please!â
She repeated the same request she had made once in the corridor.
âWhy all of a sudden?â
Of course, Ronny responded as he had done before.
Back then, she had asked to be lifted up to the ceiling, but now, they were both lying in a cozy spot, far from any sky ladders.
âBecause Ronny brother is a big person.â
Loretta couldnât wait any longer and immediately wrapped her arms around her brotherâs neck.
âUh?â
Startled, Ronny let out a sound, and then felt small hands patting his back. It was a gentle touch, like comforting a crying child.
Pat, pat.
With every touch from those little hands, Ronny felt as if by magic, his mood was lifting.
Maybe it was because of being called a big person.
At least to this child, Ronny was happy to be seen that way.
âThank youâ¦â
âWhat for?â
Even to Lorettaâs innocent question, he found it hard to convey his honest feelings. It was a bit⦠embarrassing.
âIâm disappointed in myself. Itâs nice to have someone who hasnât given up on me yet.â
Thinking this, Ronny hugged his little sister back.
âBrother is a genius.â
Suddenly, Loretta said so, though he hadnât said anything particularly remarkable.
âNo, Iâm not.â
He slightly shook his head. Even if his mood had improved slightly, the disappointing reality was still in front of him.
âBrother is a genius.â
Yet, Loretta insisted with a stubborn voice.
Was he craving for praise?
Ronny found himself nodding unwittingly, hoping those sweet words would melt into his body and digest into happiness.
ââ¦Yeah.â
Giggles filled the air, and soon the child quieted down. Her warm body became still, indicating she was falling asleep.
Ronny decided to keep holding Loretta a little longer.
If he let go before she was deeply asleep, the drowsiness that had finally come to Loretta might startle away.
If he told this to Loretta, wouldnât she sparkle her eyes and say, âKnowing that makes brother a genius!â?
Yes, surely she would.
He closed his eyes again.
The long-suppressed tiredness finally stretched its legs and came to him.
Soon, both children fell into a deep sleep.
Upon discovering them asleep together, the Duke of Baldwin waited until dawn to carefully carry the deeply asleep Loretta back to her room.
The next day.
Ronny woke up feeling surprisingly good.
âToday is the day to meet the orchestra.â
And he hoped he could find a way to change Jeremiahâs mind.
âAnyone can host a grand banquet, but only someone who has observed people for a long time can host one that also considers their hearts.â
Ronny recalled his fatherâs words. Yet, no matter how much he tried to understand Jeremiahâs heart, he doubted whether it would lead him to attend the banquet.
âBeing miserably alone is not efficient!â
Ronny also remembered his own words.
Right, it wasnât time to fret alone. The banquet was only a few days away.
Ronny headed straight to the academy. When he conveyed that he had come to meet his brother, a kind faculty member led him to an empty classroom where they could talk.
Throughout the journey there, countless students passed by him.
âTo think my brother is the top student among all these people.â
Ronnyâs pride in his brother swelled even more. Truly remarkable.
âRonny.â
After waiting a short while in the classroom, Claude rushed in and greeted him warmly. Ronny, looking quite the gentleman, bowed.
âIâm sorry for the sudden visit, brother.â
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. Iâm glad to see your face. Whatâs the matter?â
Without delay, Ronny shared the events of the previous day.
âHmmâ¦â
Throughout the story, Claude showed little reaction, his expression just darkening.@@novelbin@@
âYou must have had a tough time being caught in the middle, Iâm sorry.â
He immediately comforted Ronny, who might have been hurt by the situation.
âIt was, a little. No, actually, quite a lot.â
âYes. Itâs true that I pushed him too hard. Heâs still a child, despite being mature⦠The fault lies entirely with me.â
As Claude easily admitted his mistake, Ronny cautiously asked him.
âCould youâ¦?â
âApologize to Jeremiah?â
Ronny nodded vigorously at his response. If only that could happen, they could proceed with the banquet normally.
Filled with hope, Ronny looked at Claude with sparkling eyes. However, Claude, seeming troubled, only fiddled with his hair before speaking carefully.
âThe truth is, Iâve tried to apologize several times already, but he refused to meet me. There was no response to my letters either.â
Ronny looked up at his all-capable brother in disbelief.
Even his brother, the smartest in the academy, couldnât make things go his way!
âProbably⦠Jeremiah wonât meet me now, no matter what. The guy is quite stubborn.â
Hearing Claudeâs dejected story, Ronny realized that Claude too was hurt by the repeated rejections.
What to do.
If their father knew the Baldwin brothers were at odds like this, he would be heartbroken.
âAnyway, for the banquet, invite Jeremiah without me. Even if Iâm not there, he should have time with his family.â
âNo!â
Ronny exclaimed, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
âDonât worry, brother.â
Ronny pounded near his heart with his fist.
âIâll figure it out, just trust me! You must come to the banquet, you must!â
Ronnyâs voice trembled a bit at the end. After all, even he didnât know exactly how to resolve the situation.
But he steadied himself, putting strength into his stance.
After all, if anyone could solve this, it was the genius Ronny!