Episode 55. Noah's Salvation!
After a week of the Prince not showing his face, even Meson, Mrs. Winfred, and the bodyguards began to look embarrassed.
Meson sometimes added that His Royal Highness was busy with business, and Mrs. Winfred argued that it was better for her husband to be home less often.
Everyone was worried that she would be hurt, but Olivia was really okay.
At that time, the actors began to sing about love with desperate expressions.
“I love you, I love you!”
Olivia, who was blankly watching the scene of them pouring out their intense emotions and looking at each other with longing, suddenly realized why she was okay.
"I love you!"
Love.
Because that was what was missing from her marriage with him.
Olivia looked at the male actor kneeling before her partner. She subtly overlaid Noah Astrid's image on his, and a laugh escaped her lips.
Oh my goodness. Even if they didn't match, they couldn't have been that mismatched.
Olivia shook her head slightly.
He came to her based on rational judgment. Olivia also accepted his proposal for that very reason.
So, she can own the awkward silk gloves and dress, and the enchantingly beautiful necklace, but she can never own the love of Noah Astrid.
Even after getting married and becoming a formal couple, wouldn't it still be like that?
As the curtain came down on the opera, Olivia followed the crowd and stood up to applaud.
The two actors who played the main characters responded to the audience by holding each other's hands affectionately.
Olivia gazed at their affectionate appearance, even if there was no true love, and wished softly.
Even if his love is not there, she wants to get along with him.
“One more round! One more round!”
Damn, did you boil the firecracker and eat it?
“Prince! Just one more round!!!”
Where on earth did pride, face, and consideration go?
Noah stared into space with unfocused eyes, barely catching his breath.
The sight of older gentlemen sticking their faces out and begging for just one more round was a horrific scene he never wanted to see, not even in his dreams.
It seemed that Noah wasn't the only one who had such thoughts, as Meson, who was standing behind him, also had an equally bewildered expression on his face.
After hearing loud, drunken voices for days on end in the dark, dark basement of the cruise ship, he felt like his soul was rotting away.
Noah couldn't stand it any longer.
At this point, the thought of abandoning business and everything else came flooding back to him. Yes, now that I gained independence from the royal family thanks to Olivia, what good was all this? Why would I enjoy more wealth and honor? I already had it.
Noah got up from his seat and took out a cigarette.
“Where are you going?”
The shiver-inducing Libero's eyes widened, and he grabbed the Prince's clothes.
“Haha, really...”
Noah, drunk as he was, hurled a cold sneer at Libero, who had indiscriminately grabbed his shirt. But instead of interfering with Libero's actions, his drunken friends clung to him.
“Ah, Your Highness! The moon is still high in the sky! Yes, it hasn’t waned!”
Hearing the first-ever swearing, Noah didn't respond and just shook Libero's hand away. But the leech-like Libero wouldn't give in.
“Your Highness, I will be bored if you go!”
"Ha...!!"
Noah, his temper flaring, desperately tried to calm his anger by hurling himself down. But the veins on his neck and forehead were already bulging and throbbing, and his breathing was ragged.
Meson, seeing that sight, quickly turned his head.
There was no benefit to exploding like this and embarrassing the group, including Libero Aquitaine. It would also ruin the hard work of the past ten days!
Is there any good way?
But just then, didn't the outside of the card room become a bit noisy? ...as if the performance had ended.
Meson's eyes flashed open. He quickly turned and stormed out of the card room. Time was running out.
Right next to the card room was the opera house, and a show had just ended, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were coming out.
And the person that Meson was desperately seeking was shining alone in the darkness.
“Miss Olivia!!”
Olivia looked up in surprise at Meson, who had suddenly come running to find her.
“Meson! What’s wrong?”
“Hey, please follow me for now!”
There was no time to explain or argue. The Prince's patience had long since worn thin, and he was on the verge of exploding.
Meson quickly turned around, and Olivia, without asking why, ran after him. She thought he might be heading straight to Noah's room, but he led her not far from the theater entrance.
Standing before the magnificent black door, Olivia looked at Meson. She wished he would explain the situation, but he simply opened the door without saying a word.
She hesitated to enter the dark and secretive interior, but Meson's impatient appearance forced her to quickly follow him. As she quickly brushed past the wide hallway, familiar guards caught her eye.
It seemed like the Prince was here.
At that moment, Meson began to run. Then he slammed open the door guarded by his bodyguards.
Olivia, who had been running behind him, took a quick step past the open door and then froze.
“...!!”
What is that doing now?
That was the thought that came to Olivia's mind as soon as she saw the inside of the card room.
To be precise, he saw a group of middle-aged gentlemen clinging to Noah Astrid.
Olivia's gaze, fixed on the gentlemen, or rather, the drunkards, creaked and turned to Noah.
The handsome face, permeated with nervousness and irritation, was completely crumpled like a sheet of paper.
Meanwhile, they were equally surprised by Olivia's sudden appearance. Even drunk, they couldn't have failed to recognize the dazzling beauty who had suddenly appeared.
Noah, who was on the verge of exploding, paused at Olivia's appearance. The thought suddenly crossed his mind, "Why are you here?" But the moment he saw Meson standing beside her, a flash of hope flashed through his mind.
The anger that had been boiling over, as if it were melting his brain, quickly cooled down, and his cool reason returned.
Olivia.
His serenity.
Noah stared intently into Olivia's pitch-black eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
“Liv.”
Libero and a drunkard who had been clinging to him at his meltingly sweet voice were startled and stepped back.
“Have you been waiting long?”
How can a low, cool voice be so captivating?
Olivia shivered slightly as a tingling sensation ran down her spine. Still, she tried to calmly assess the situation.
Noah, who seemed on the verge of exploding, the drunken gentleman holding him, and Meson, who came running in a hurry to ask for help.
Olivia met Noah's eyes cautiously, then looked around at the gentlemen and opened her mouth.
"I wanted to wait longer, but you're so late... I was worried something might have happened. I came without notice and was rude. Please forgive me."
Even the drunks noticed the troubled expression on her clean face. The alcohol quickly dissipated, and they quickly straightened their posture, preoccupied with adjusting their crooked ties.
Noah took a step closer to her and extended his hand affectionately.
Olivia looked at his hand and took one step closer. Then she grabbed his outstretched arm.
Libero and his friends were already standing up and looking at them. Noah looked down at Olivia with loving eyes and introduced her.
"I'm sorry for the late introduction. This is my lover, whom I will soon marry."
The gentleman's eyes widened to the size of lanterns at the unconventional introduction. Olivia elegantly released Noah's hand and offered the same greeting she had repeated dozens of times over the past ten days.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Olivia Liberty.”
The gentlemen, who had been frozen as if struck by lightning, immediately rushed to introduce themselves, and Olivia greeted each and every one of them.
“Ah, my name is Libero Aquitaine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“I am also truly glad to meet you.”
Noah stood still and looked at Olivia with satisfaction.
After exchanging greetings with the last person, Olivia took a step back and looked at Noah.
“Your Highness, if the meeting takes longer, I will wait a little longer.”
Then she quietly looks back at the gentlemen.
Noah clenched his jaw as if he was about to burst out laughing, and followed her gaze to the gentlemen.
They broke out in a cold sweat under the gaze of the longing lover, then quickly pulled on their jackets and put them on.
“Ah, ah, it’s over!”
“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s finished.”
The gentleman who had been shouting 'One more round!' tirelessly returned with a clean look as if nothing had happened and disappeared in a hurry.
A chaotic silence, like the aftermath of a storm, descended upon the heads of those who remained.
Olivia stood with her hands clasped together, staring blankly at the door through which the gentlemen had disappeared. She blinked, then turned her head sharply to look at the large round table.
His gaze, drawn from the glass to the bottle, the ashtray full of ashes, the spread cards, and the scattered money, turned straight to Noah.
“...”
“...”
This time, an odd silence fell.
Mrs. Winfred glanced at the Prince with a very displeased expression and shook her head slightly, while Meson and the guards sympathized with the Prince.
Unless you start making excuses, it's a perfect sight to see someone as a prodigal son.
So, what would Noah be feeling?
In front of those clear black eyes like glass beads, Noah felt a sense of injustice surge through him like never before.
But he didn't want to make excuses. He hated making excuses just as much as he hated hearing them.
Yes. What did I do wrong to explain this situation?
At that moment, when he felt like he was about to give in, Olivia smiled faintly and turned around.
“I’ll go back first with Mrs. Winfred.”
“I don’t like this.”
As soon as Olivia finished speaking, Noah declared.
“...??”
Then Olivia looked at him with a puzzled look, and Meson's eyes sparkled at the rare sight he was finally facing.
Noah felt like biting his tongue. He desperately suppressed the contortion in his face, trying his best to remain calm.
Olivia glanced at the scene of pleasure without realizing it, then nodded.
"Yes."
Noah's composure, which he had barely managed to maintain, was shattered by her gaze and the single word, "Yes."
“Did you hear me correctly? I don’t like this.”
After a week of the Prince not showing his face, even Meson, Mrs. Winfred, and the bodyguards began to look embarrassed.
Meson sometimes added that His Royal Highness was busy with business, and Mrs. Winfred argued that it was better for her husband to be home less often.
Everyone was worried that she would be hurt, but Olivia was really okay.
At that time, the actors began to sing about love with desperate expressions.
“I love you, I love you!”
Olivia, who was blankly watching the scene of them pouring out their intense emotions and looking at each other with longing, suddenly realized why she was okay.
"I love you!"
Love.
Because that was what was missing from her marriage with him.
Olivia looked at the male actor kneeling before her partner. She subtly overlaid Noah Astrid's image on his, and a laugh escaped her lips.
Oh my goodness. Even if they didn't match, they couldn't have been that mismatched.
Olivia shook her head slightly.
He came to her based on rational judgment. Olivia also accepted his proposal for that very reason.
So, she can own the awkward silk gloves and dress, and the enchantingly beautiful necklace, but she can never own the love of Noah Astrid.
Even after getting married and becoming a formal couple, wouldn't it still be like that?
As the curtain came down on the opera, Olivia followed the crowd and stood up to applaud.
The two actors who played the main characters responded to the audience by holding each other's hands affectionately.
Olivia gazed at their affectionate appearance, even if there was no true love, and wished softly.
Even if his love is not there, she wants to get along with him.
***
“One more round! One more round!”
Damn, did you boil the firecracker and eat it?
“Prince! Just one more round!!!”
Where on earth did pride, face, and consideration go?
Noah stared into space with unfocused eyes, barely catching his breath.
The sight of older gentlemen sticking their faces out and begging for just one more round was a horrific scene he never wanted to see, not even in his dreams.
It seemed that Noah wasn't the only one who had such thoughts, as Meson, who was standing behind him, also had an equally bewildered expression on his face.
After hearing loud, drunken voices for days on end in the dark, dark basement of the cruise ship, he felt like his soul was rotting away.
Noah couldn't stand it any longer.
At this point, the thought of abandoning business and everything else came flooding back to him. Yes, now that I gained independence from the royal family thanks to Olivia, what good was all this? Why would I enjoy more wealth and honor? I already had it.
Noah got up from his seat and took out a cigarette.
“Where are you going?”
The shiver-inducing Libero's eyes widened, and he grabbed the Prince's clothes.
“Haha, really...”
Noah, drunk as he was, hurled a cold sneer at Libero, who had indiscriminately grabbed his shirt. But instead of interfering with Libero's actions, his drunken friends clung to him.
“Ah, Your Highness! The moon is still high in the sky! Yes, it hasn’t waned!”
Hearing the first-ever swearing, Noah didn't respond and just shook Libero's hand away. But the leech-like Libero wouldn't give in.
“Your Highness, I will be bored if you go!”
"Ha...!!"
Noah, his temper flaring, desperately tried to calm his anger by hurling himself down. But the veins on his neck and forehead were already bulging and throbbing, and his breathing was ragged.
Meson, seeing that sight, quickly turned his head.
There was no benefit to exploding like this and embarrassing the group, including Libero Aquitaine. It would also ruin the hard work of the past ten days!
Is there any good way?
But just then, didn't the outside of the card room become a bit noisy? ...as if the performance had ended.
Meson's eyes flashed open. He quickly turned and stormed out of the card room. Time was running out.
Right next to the card room was the opera house, and a show had just ended, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were coming out.
And the person that Meson was desperately seeking was shining alone in the darkness.
“Miss Olivia!!”
Olivia looked up in surprise at Meson, who had suddenly come running to find her.
“Meson! What’s wrong?”
“Hey, please follow me for now!”
There was no time to explain or argue. The Prince's patience had long since worn thin, and he was on the verge of exploding.
Meson quickly turned around, and Olivia, without asking why, ran after him. She thought he might be heading straight to Noah's room, but he led her not far from the theater entrance.
Standing before the magnificent black door, Olivia looked at Meson. She wished he would explain the situation, but he simply opened the door without saying a word.
She hesitated to enter the dark and secretive interior, but Meson's impatient appearance forced her to quickly follow him. As she quickly brushed past the wide hallway, familiar guards caught her eye.
It seemed like the Prince was here.
At that moment, Meson began to run. Then he slammed open the door guarded by his bodyguards.
Olivia, who had been running behind him, took a quick step past the open door and then froze.
“...!!”
What is that doing now?
That was the thought that came to Olivia's mind as soon as she saw the inside of the card room.
To be precise, he saw a group of middle-aged gentlemen clinging to Noah Astrid.
Olivia's gaze, fixed on the gentlemen, or rather, the drunkards, creaked and turned to Noah.
The handsome face, permeated with nervousness and irritation, was completely crumpled like a sheet of paper.
Meanwhile, they were equally surprised by Olivia's sudden appearance. Even drunk, they couldn't have failed to recognize the dazzling beauty who had suddenly appeared.
Noah, who was on the verge of exploding, paused at Olivia's appearance. The thought suddenly crossed his mind, "Why are you here?" But the moment he saw Meson standing beside her, a flash of hope flashed through his mind.
The anger that had been boiling over, as if it were melting his brain, quickly cooled down, and his cool reason returned.
Olivia.
His serenity.
Noah stared intently into Olivia's pitch-black eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he slowly opened his eyes and smiled.
“Liv.”
Libero and a drunkard who had been clinging to him at his meltingly sweet voice were startled and stepped back.
“Have you been waiting long?”
How can a low, cool voice be so captivating?
Olivia shivered slightly as a tingling sensation ran down her spine. Still, she tried to calmly assess the situation.
Noah, who seemed on the verge of exploding, the drunken gentleman holding him, and Meson, who came running in a hurry to ask for help.
Olivia met Noah's eyes cautiously, then looked around at the gentlemen and opened her mouth.
"I wanted to wait longer, but you're so late... I was worried something might have happened. I came without notice and was rude. Please forgive me."
Even the drunks noticed the troubled expression on her clean face. The alcohol quickly dissipated, and they quickly straightened their posture, preoccupied with adjusting their crooked ties.
Noah took a step closer to her and extended his hand affectionately.
Olivia looked at his hand and took one step closer. Then she grabbed his outstretched arm.
Libero and his friends were already standing up and looking at them. Noah looked down at Olivia with loving eyes and introduced her.
"I'm sorry for the late introduction. This is my lover, whom I will soon marry."
The gentleman's eyes widened to the size of lanterns at the unconventional introduction. Olivia elegantly released Noah's hand and offered the same greeting she had repeated dozens of times over the past ten days.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Olivia Liberty.”
The gentlemen, who had been frozen as if struck by lightning, immediately rushed to introduce themselves, and Olivia greeted each and every one of them.
“Ah, my name is Libero Aquitaine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“I am also truly glad to meet you.”
Noah stood still and looked at Olivia with satisfaction.
After exchanging greetings with the last person, Olivia took a step back and looked at Noah.
“Your Highness, if the meeting takes longer, I will wait a little longer.”
Then she quietly looks back at the gentlemen.
Noah clenched his jaw as if he was about to burst out laughing, and followed her gaze to the gentlemen.
They broke out in a cold sweat under the gaze of the longing lover, then quickly pulled on their jackets and put them on.
“Ah, ah, it’s over!”
“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s finished.”
The gentleman who had been shouting 'One more round!' tirelessly returned with a clean look as if nothing had happened and disappeared in a hurry.
A chaotic silence, like the aftermath of a storm, descended upon the heads of those who remained.
Olivia stood with her hands clasped together, staring blankly at the door through which the gentlemen had disappeared. She blinked, then turned her head sharply to look at the large round table.
His gaze, drawn from the glass to the bottle, the ashtray full of ashes, the spread cards, and the scattered money, turned straight to Noah.
“...”
“...”
This time, an odd silence fell.
Mrs. Winfred glanced at the Prince with a very displeased expression and shook her head slightly, while Meson and the guards sympathized with the Prince.
Unless you start making excuses, it's a perfect sight to see someone as a prodigal son.
So, what would Noah be feeling?
In front of those clear black eyes like glass beads, Noah felt a sense of injustice surge through him like never before.
But he didn't want to make excuses. He hated making excuses just as much as he hated hearing them.
Yes. What did I do wrong to explain this situation?
At that moment, when he felt like he was about to give in, Olivia smiled faintly and turned around.
“I’ll go back first with Mrs. Winfred.”
“I don’t like this.”
As soon as Olivia finished speaking, Noah declared.
“...??”
Then Olivia looked at him with a puzzled look, and Meson's eyes sparkled at the rare sight he was finally facing.
Noah felt like biting his tongue. He desperately suppressed the contortion in his face, trying his best to remain calm.
Olivia glanced at the scene of pleasure without realizing it, then nodded.
"Yes."
Noah's composure, which he had barely managed to maintain, was shattered by her gaze and the single word, "Yes."
“Did you hear me correctly? I don’t like this.”
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