The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 30

However, thanks to Simon, she could recall good memories.

Has anyone ever welcomed Abella this much in her lifetime?

Abella buried her head on Simon’s shoulder, which smelled like a baby.

She couldn’t believe she was being comforted by a small child.

On such a tiring day like today, Simon became medicine to Abella.

Simon was a lovely nephew to Abella.

He resembled the dead Carlo.

“Would you like to eat together?”

“Yes!”

“What about me?”

“Come.”

Enosh stuck to Abella.

He did not hear the answer from Abella, but it was confirmed that the Duke of Arsene did not go to the Imperial Palace today……

‘Then who else caught Abella?’

Enosh frowned.

In Vincent, there was nothing he didn’t know about Abella. Abella acted within a set of boundaries, mostly with Enosh.

But, now……

Enosh knew that there were people he didn’t know and that she did things he didn’t know.

It kept bothering his mind.

Enosh chased after Abella like a laid-back wild wolf, refreshing his appetite.

‘I’m craving sweets again.’

Did Abella know that his consumption of lollipops had skyrocketed since he came to Timur?

‘You’re an indifferent employer.’

Enosh sighed and walked next to Abela.

“Is it difficult?”

“Me?”

“Because you don’t look good.”

“Oh… it’s no big deal, I just met someone I didn’t want to meet and that’s all.”

“I’ll do that for you. Is there anything else you don’t want to do?”

Enosh asked playfully.

“Well… it’s annoying to wash my face.”

“I can do that for you. What’s the point of getting your hands wet when I can do it on your behalf.”

“Pfft. Then would you wash my hair for me?”

“I’ll do it for you. There’s nothing I can’t do even if there’s a lot I haven’t done.”

“What are you talking about.”

Abella bursts into a roar of laughter.

*

Clatter–

The ornaments thrown by Count Gilmus collided with the wall and shattered.

“Such a crazy girl! A bad b*tch who doesn’t know her place!! How dare you sit there and make fun of me?”

On the desk of Count Gilmus, who was spitting out abusive language, a certificate of contract cancellation was placed.

The debts owed by Count Gilmus’s overwhelming business were weighing on his shoulders.

He could no longer afford the money in Amerigo’s name, and this prevented him from paying the remaining balance of his new store. It was a document that stated the contract was terminated because the deadline was over.

How much effort had he put into opening a store on Dolores Street, which was called the home of fashion? If that was successful, he would have an opportunity to accumulate wealth equal to the Amerigo family.

However, that opportunity was completely blown away.

Was that all that?

Investments pulled from here and there to start a business also became scraps of paper.

Count Gilmus groaned and picked up his cane.

He couldn’t let this happen.

Count Gilmus exclaimed in a fierce voice.

“Get the carriage ready!”

Abella had gotten on his nerves for a while. She should behave and go back!

‘The mother or daughter who doesn’t know the subject. That’s why you can’t fool your veins!’

The place where Count Gilmus was headed was the home of the Amerigo.

*

Abella stared at Count Gilmus with her dull eyes.

She had expected him to come because the deal was overturned.

However, she didn’t expect the person who came to borrow money to be so confident.

‘You’re amazing in many ways.’

Abella ridiculed coldly and raised her chin.

“What is it, Count Gilmus?”

“Sit down.”

The owner of the mansion didn’t even tell him to sit down, but Count Gilmus, sitting proudly, pointed at the sofa with his stick.

Enosh was watching with his mouth open.

“No. I have a lot of work to do. I can’t give you too much time.”

Abella said with a grim look.

Still, he was Amerigo’s eldest adult.

Others who had visited many times returned without even crossing the threshold.

“The urgent thing right now is my job! Can’t you sit right now?!”

Count Gilmus’s beard as he screamed out loud, trembled. Abella sighed and shrugged.

“Are you saying that the count’s work is more urgent than the ones His Majesty’s has given?”

Count Gilmus, who was about to shout at Abella, stopped at her words.

“His, His Majesty, the Emperor.”