I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead - Chapter 82
She admired it for a long time, but it was not a gift that Noel prepared.
He was going to confess all the facts.
âHey . . .â
âAh?â
However, Rietaâs sudden words cut off the sentence he meant to say.
âNoel.â
She looked back at the paper the brooch was nestled in and smiled.
â. . . Yeah?â
Could it be that Hugh McLeanâs name was written on the envelope?
His words trembled slightly because of his guilt.
âI was surprised by the gift, but you even wrote me a card.â
âCa, card . . . !â
Noelâs face turned blue in an instant.
If Rieta pulled out the card, it would all be revealed that Noel had told a hideous lie.
He hurriedly snatched the envelope from Rietaâs hand.
When he looked inside, there indeed rested acard.
âWhy are you taking the gift back?â
Rieta reached out her hand, but he quickly crumpled the envelope and hid it behind his back.
âWhat gift? Itâs just a card.â
âThe card is a gift too.â
As Rieta came closer, he furrowed his brows his face and shouted.
âThereâs not much written! It just says happy birthday.â
âBut why are you taking it?â
Oh, thatâs . . .
Noel rolled his eyes for no reason.
âNo, Iâm just trying to put it into words! Thatâs why!â
â. . . ?â
âHappy Birthday! You must be excited to receive a lot of presents!â
He hurriedly left Rietaâs room.
As he ran to the room, his heart trembled with anxiety.
What should I do? I lied.
He really had no intention of doing that.
As his dizziness continued, the image of Rieta, who liked small brooches, kept coming to mind.
Itâs really bad.
Thereâs no way Noel would have chosen such a gift.
If she was a close friend, wouldnât she be able to notice that much?
As soon as he returned to his room, he slipped into bed without changing his clothes.
He felt like the whole world was calling him a liar, so he covered his head with a thick blanket.
He seemed to have heard that spring is coming.
Yet, even if he hid in the blanket, it was so, so cold.
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At the dawning of the next day, Noel felt much better.
The day had yet to begin, and Rieta and Noel will spend all that time together.
Maybe, in the meantime, Noel would be able to utter an apology and the truth.
But when he actually met Rieta at breakfast, it was a little awkward.
On a day like this, the Duke went to work at dawn, and Darrel skipped breakfast to go to the academy.
Mealtime alone was something strange.
Still, Noel tried to be brave.
He just came up with a good excuse.
âYou . . .â
âHuh?â
âWha, what kind of flower do you like?â
But when he asked the question, he was somewhat embarrassed.
âItâs not something Iâm going to give you as a present! Because Iâm close to you, people keep coming to ask me . . .â
His words were too fast.
Noel consciously slowed down in case Rieta would not understand what he was saying.
âPeople have been asking me.â
âMy favorite flower?â
âYes.â
âWell . . . â
Rieta scooped up her soup, and she thought about what her favorite flower was.
There was no flower that she didnât like.
âOh, yes. The flower Noel gave me. It was very pretty.â
âDid I . . . give you?â
âDonât you remember? I mean when I was sick. Noel sent flowers.â
âAh.â
It seems to be referring to something pulled from the family room and brought to her.
âI liked the wide open shape because it was beautiful.â
âReally?â
The flower I gave was the best!
Noel immediately felt better.
He also surged in confidence that he would be able to apologize today.
âI still donât know the scent.â
âWell, you can find the flower again and smell it. As long as you like the scent, right?â
âHuh. Itâs so pretty, I really wish it had a good scent. By the way, what flower was that?â
âI . . .â
Noel stopped breaking the bread.
After all, he didnât even know what kind of flower it was.
He didnât buy it himself, it was just a decoration in the house.
Noel cried on the inside.
Today was âhonest Noelâ, so he decided not to pretend to know.
âWhat to do, I donât know the name of the flower.â
âWho cares?â
Rieta shoved the leftover bread into her mouth and smiled.
âWe can look for it. Thereâs a flower picture book.â
âA flower picture book?â
That was a great idea.
But Noel recalled one blind spot.
The point was that the name of the flower was listed in the Botanical Encyclopedia, but it did not tell the scent of the flower.
âOr would you like to go to a flower shop?â
âThe flower shop?â
âYou said you had to buy a card anyway.â
âIs it okay if we go out alone?â
Rieta asked worriedly.
Until now, when they went out, the Duke or Darrel would accompany them.
âEven if we go out, wonât someone follow us for the purpose of being an escort anyway?â
To Noelâs answer, the butler replied politely, âOf course. You know well, young master.â.
âThen get ready to go out. I will buy a card with the Princess and stop by the flower shop.â
âI will prepare thoroughly. Shall I reserve a place for the two of you to have a snack in between?â
Noel asked âAre you going to eat?â
Of course, Rieta nodded her head enthusiastically.
Noel is kind today, she thought.
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