Forgotten Juliet / 잊혀진 줄리엣

Chapter 110

With emotions fluctuating madly dozens of times a day, it was no small matter.

The horses from the South often had shiny dark or reddish-brown fur.

“Madam, which horse will you bet on?”

But Juliet was more interested in the owner than the horses.

She smiled faintly and made a peculiar request.

“Can you get me the list of horse owners?”

Lennox just gave her an intrigued look.

Juliet kept betting on the race results without paying much attention and placed bets.

Out of five races, she won twice and lost three times.

And when the horse Juliet bet on narrowly came in second in the fifth race, Lennox flicked a gold coin.

“I won.”

Only then did Juliet realize he had also placed a bet on the racehorse. It was the black horse that came in first.

“What about it?”

“Since you lost, answer my question.”

Juliet had a puzzled look, wondering when it had become a bet, but Lennox ignored it.

“What are you curious about?”

Eventually, Lennox couldn’t hold back any longer and asked.

“Who is it?”

“What?”

“The man who told you that he doesn’t need a child.”

“Ah… You heard that?”

Juliet didn’t seem particularly surprised.

“Where did you hear up to?”

“Does your answer change depending on how much I’ve heard?”

For a moment, they exchanged silent glances, as if locked in a staring contest. They knew each other all too well.

There was something bothering in Juliet’s words that he had overheard by accident.

– He was a man who said he didn’t need children.

After hearing that, he was on edge.

– He’s someone I will never meet again.

Lennox couldn’t decide which was worse.

Whether it was because of him that Juliet didn’t want a child, or because of that damn first love who no longer exists that made her think so.

Either way, it seemed like there was no future for him. Perhaps it would be better if it were the dead first love.

“You don’t want a child.”

But Juliet had clearly said that to him. It weighed heavily on his heart.

Lennox Carlyle reflected on his past actions.

He was certain he had never once told Juliet not to have a child or that they didn’t need one.

He had firmly stated countless times that they wouldn’t marry, and even chased away women who claimed to have his children.

Lennox nervously brushed his hair back.

“Did I, um…”

He felt humiliated asking directly if he was the bastard who had spouted nonsense about not needing a child.

But Juliet smirked and quickly denied it.

“No.”

He didn’t know what kind of answer he expected.

Upon hearing that, Lennox felt momentarily empty.

“Did you think Your Highness would be my first love?”

“…”

The conclusion came easily, making his night-long worries seem pointless. With a heavy sigh, Lennox curtly responded, hinting at the dead first love.

“…What did that bastard say?”

“Just as you heard.”

Juliet said calmly.

“He said he didn’t need a child, that even if one was conceived, he wouldn’t let it be born.”

“What a worthless man.”

As he spat those words, Juliet giggled slightly.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Juliet seemed happy for some reason.

But Lennox couldn’t smile.

He felt even heavier than before he asked. He knew all too well that he wasn’t any better than that worthless man.

His postponed anger surged.

‘It’s natural for her to dislike marriage or anything after hearing such words.’

It made sense why Juliet never flinched no matter what he offered.

A man who no longer exists and can’t be met again.

‘Damn it.’

Even worse, he couldn’t even chase him down and kill him.

Juliet naturally changed the topic.

“Will you go to the Duke’s residence when you return to the capital?”

“Yes.”

Lennox casually replied, then added:

“Tell me if you need anything.”

“I don’t really need anything. And I’m not lacking…”

Juliet tilted her head.

“Can I bring Nix?”

After a moment, Lennox realized that Nix was the name of the suspicious beast Juliet kept.

“Better to buy a puppy.”

A fleeting expression of disappointment crossed Juliet’s face, and Lennox felt a pang in his chest.

“It’s okay. I don’t need a puppy.”

But even before he could change his mind, Juliet refused as if it was no big deal. Then, as if suddenly remembering, she added:

“Oh, but you might want to change the maid in charge of the bedroom.”

“The maid?”

“Yes. My hair comb is missing.”

Frowning, Lennox was about to ask for more details.

It was absurd to steal a cheap hair comb, especially when there were more expensive ornaments in the bedroom.

But before he could ask, an uninvited guest arrived.