Love Doesn’t Matter

It really was written in Article 7 Clause 2.
Caitlyn Meyer kept her promise.

“Ah, that’s a relief.”

Emilia unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
Hadius’ eyes sank heavily, but she didn’t notice it at all.
After that, she was frighteningly immersed in the documents.

‘Reading’ is something wonderful.

Many things disappeared from her consciousness as she read each word carefully.
From the perfectly dressed Hadius, to the lawyer who was struggling to lay his hands on his bulging belly, and the servants who greeted her like a noble lady…
The small letters held Emilia back firmly.

Finally.

“Alright.”

After checking the last phrase, she put the papers down.
Unlike her lively response, it was difficult to even turn her head towards Hadius.

“Can you give me a pen?”

He didn’t even do the smallest movement.

“Here.”

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The lawyer handed over a pen, and Emilia signed without hesitation.

The lawyer received the papers, checked them, and reached his arm towards the seal.
After a moment, the shield and arrow, the crest of the Meyer family, were engraved in the place where the bright red beeswax had melted.

The end.

Her heart started beating breathlessly.
They finally did it.
The break-up.
No, the break-up agreement.

In an instant, her tension released, and she became exhausted.
She felt like her head was steaming.

After covering her red cheeks, Emilia started tidying up her disheveled hair.

She felt a strange look on her face, like a scorching sun, as she gathered her troublesome hair and swept it to one side.

As she turned her eyes, the eyes of the man, which seemed to be devouring her, were quietly sparkling.

While Emilia was buried in the papers, something had significantly changed in Hadius, too.

“We did what you wanted, so shall we go out now?”
“Must we really do that?”

The light steps stopped.

“I know you and your family are in a difficult situation.
I also understand that in order to break off the engagement, the public opinion must first quiet down.
However, I do not think it is necessary to do this much.
Going to the botanical garden for a walk and having dinner; don’t tell me that you mean that I should pretend I like you?”

Emilia shrugged, as if it were ridiculous, and approached the window.

“I do not think it is necessary to do that.
To show it to the people, it’s enough to just go to Mrs.
Lüen’s ball together.”
“Don’t you remember? You agreed to cooperate as much as possible.”

At his sharp tone, Emilia looked at him in surprise.
But there was no irritation, anger, or displeasure anywhere on his face.
There was no emotion in itself.
Hadius was just sinking darkly, like the dark night sky.

“Tobias.”

He suddenly called the butler.
The gray-haired man who came in through the door flinched at the coldness that flowed in the living room, and soon hid his expression.

“Call Eliere.
The Young Lady is ready.”

She frowned automatically.

“Eliere?”
“I’m telling you in advance, I’m not disregarding your independence.”

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What?

“This is not for you either.
It’s for me.
Eliere is a designer.
I asked her specifically.
A dress for you.”
“… What… Did you say?”
“Put it on for now.
Then she will adjust it to fit your body.
She said it only takes about an hour; so, let’s wait, change clothes, and go out together.”

Hadius spoke, pretending not to see the shocked Emilia.

“You promised to fulfill your duties as my fiancée.
So just accept it.”

The door burst open.

“Hello, Young Lady!”

A cheerful voice that didn’t fit the stifling atmosphere at all.
Then, a thick floral scent overflowed.
The maids came in, one after the other, led by a woman dressed in fancy clothes.

Each of them held a dress of varied colors in their hands.
They were so colorful and extravagant that they couldn’t even be compared to the ones in Vinette’s boutique.

A total of seven dresses drew a circle around Emilia, but none of them caught her attention.
Emilia felt dizzy and breathless.

“As the Young Master Meyer urged, about 20 employees had to stay up all night for a few days.
I couldn’t measure the Young Lady, but don’t worry.
Nowadays, I make dresses using what is called a pattern.
I make a temporary dress like this…”

Emilia stepped back, unconsciously, avoiding Eliere, who was approaching without hesitation.
Then, she made eye contact with Hadius.
The insensitive eyes didn’t do anything, but Emilia felt like she was strangled.

“Young Lady?”

Eliere called her.

“No, I am not a ‘Young Lady’.”

She replied firmly and walked forward, breaking the feast of gorgeous dresses.
She grabbed the bonnet on the table and turned towards Hadius.

“Why are you so persistent? I told you clearly.
I don’t need any more compensation.”

Emilia shook her head as he approached her.

“No, don’t come…”

Surprisingly, her eyes became hot.
Her eyelids, cheeks, chin; there was no spot that didn’t tremble.
Emilia tried not to cry with all the strength in her body.
Just before the overflowing tears rolled out, Emilia managed to turn around.

“Stop it now… I’m leaving.”

Why is she like this?
She doesn’t know why she wants to cry or why she is so angry.

Tap, tap, tap, every time the old shoes stepped on the marble floor, the servants who were passing by were surprised.
Emilia ran across the hall and out of the mansion in no time.