His Sweet Menace novel

---- "Was it really stealing , though? Lilith chose to leave the country when Charles was undergoing his surgery . Have a good think about why she would do that." With much difficulty , 1 slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Charles' eyes, dark and endless, like an abyss ready to swallow me whole. "Charles... As long as you're okay..." There was barely any color in his face, likely because of the strain on his heart.

I nuzzled against his chest and apologized weakly, "I didn't know you weren't inside. I'm sorry that I caused you trouble." I probably looked like a nightmare right then. But that was also what made it perfectly clear that none of this was an act. I purposely raised my hand and revealed the burns on it. "Charles, I got hurt... It really hurts..." Since this was all a setup, then my performance should satisfy him, right?

He should be able to shed his suspicions and finally believe that I was sincere, right? "That's right! Feel the pain! That way, you'll learn your lesson!" Charles finally huffed. His words were full of hostility , and yet, the way he held my hand was so gentle, as if I were a fragile piece ---- of treasure. "Charles, it really hurts... Can you blow on it and make it better?" I felt the change in him and thus wanted to just test my luck a bit more.

In the next second, Charles Bowman, the proud scion of the Bowman family, lowered his head and blew on my burns right in full view of everyone. Everyone fell quiet, and their gazes all turned in the same direction-the direction where Lilith was standing. I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye. She, in her wedding gown, should've been the most gorgeous person there. But right then, it was like she had lost all her pride and poise. Her face was as white as a sheet.

It was clear she had lost tome. I didn't need to force myself to stay awake anymore. I allowed my tense nerves to relax and let myself fall into unconsciousness. In the haze, I heard Charles calling out my name, his voice carrying a trace of subtle concern. "Shay!" Ialso heard Horace say gleefully, "Charles, oh, Charles. Looks like you've fallen for her." ---- He had fallen for me. That had been my goal from the start.

In order to achieve the ultimate goal, I had shamelessly thrown myself at Charles for the past four years. Finally , I succeeded . And finally , I could put the rest of my plans in motion.