Why Did I Become the Villainess?-Chapter 345 The Room

I slump my head on the table and sigh. I was busying myself with work, but my mind couldn't help but replay what happened in the restaurant.

I groan. "Can you please give me a break! I just want some peace on my own. Is that too much for me to ask?"

I was busy complaining when someone knocked on my door. I didn't bother looking up because I knew it was Lilla. "Are that documents I need to work on? Please just put it on my table. I will work on it later. I just need to rest." I said without even lifting my head.

I was expecting Lilla to put the documents on my table and leave immediately. But a few minutes have passed already, and I still haven't heard the door close. I looked up to ask Lilla what she wanted, but my eyes widened when I saw who is the person in front of me.

"It seems like my presence here wasn't expected. I hope I am not interrupting you, Dame Csille." He emphasizes the word Dame. Probably to taunt me.

It's him! Prince Fraser!

But what is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to spend his time with Princess Paislee? Why is he here?

Prince Fraser raises his eyebrow at me. "Aren't you going to greet me or at least offer me a seat? Is this how Hope Foundation takes care of their visitors?"

I immediately stand up and do a clumsy curtsy. "I apologize for my lack of manners. I just didn't expect I would see you here. I hope you can forgive me for my mistake. This Dame greets his highness, Prince Fraser."

A moment had passed, but I didn't hear anything from him. I look up and find him staring intently at me. I just don't know what's the stare mean. I hope he isn't angry because I don't have the energy to argue with him today.

I heave a sigh and gesture my hand towards the empty seat. We have been staring for a couple of minutes now, and he doesn't say anything. That's why I just ask him to sit, which he gladly does. However, he still didn't say anything after sitting.

So, here I am, being anxious about what to do because I feel like I should do something or else he might misunderstand my actions as rude.

"Do you want some tea, your highness? I can brew you one. I ca-"

I wasn't able to finish what I was saying because he cut me off. "Can you really brew tea if you're that anxious?" I heard him sigh after. "Am I that scary to make you feel scared, or do you just know that you've done something wrong?"

I look anxiously at him. Am I really that obvious? That I am anxious around him?

I laugh at him and pretend like I am not affected by what he is saying. Although I really want to run away from him right now.

No one knows how much I want to escape from this room and get away from him as far as I can. Although he doesn't show any sign that he is about to snap at me, I still don't want to take chances. After all, I know I have made a mistake, and with his personality? I know he won't let me off.

"Your highness, what are you talking about? Why would I be anxious?" I pick a document lying on my table and pretend to busy myself. "Your highness, please forgive me for this might sound rude, but can you be straightforward with your purpose of visiting me. I have other things to do, and I don't have much time."

I hold tightly to the document I am reading. Trying to release some tension I have been keeping inside.

My hand trembled a little when I heard him chuckle. I feel like something bad will happen after this.

"Are you driving me away, Dame Csille? Have you forgotten who you are?"

I look up and frown at him. What does he mean by his question? Is he belittling me or insulting me?

I put the document I was fake reading and stared at him. "How can I forget who am I, your highness? Don't you always remind me of that? I know I don't have the right to say this to you since I am only the daughter of a Count. However, as much as I want to entertain you, I still have other things to work on today. So, can you please be straightforward with me?"

I take a deep breath before I continue what I want to say to him. "If you are here to reprimand me for what I did the other day, then I will gladly accept the consequences of my action. However, as I said in my letter. I had something urgent to do that day, and I didn't have much time to personally ask you for your permi—"

All the words I want to say to him vanish in thin air when he suddenly cuts me off. "Why didn't you tell me that you collapsed the other day?"

I blink a couple of times. Trying to process what is happening right now. Did I really hear him ask why didn't I inform him that I collapsed the other day?

Prince Fraser asked that? The Crown Prince who would say something bad at me before he could even hear the whole story?

What is happening? Am I hearing things? Maybe because I still hadn't gotten enough rest yesterday. Maybe Lilla was right. That I should have taken some rest today too.

I heard him heave a deep sigh. "I know I have done things in the past that hurt you, and I know there is not enough reason for me to do that to you. But I care abou-

I stand up and shake my head.

Nope! No matter what he wants to say. I don't want to hear that. I don't know why he is doing this or if this is one of his tricks to anger Rufus. But no matter what his reason. I don't want to hear this.

"Your highness, please forgive me, but I don't really have time for a conversation right now. So, please leave. I still have things to d-"

Prince Fraser stands up too and stares at me intently. I can see an intense emotion in his eyes that I couldn't name, or better yet, I don't want to name.

"Csille, I just want to know why you didn't inform me? I am still your fiancé, remember? Why didn't you bother to inform me what happened to you?"

I take a few deep breaths before I answer him. Maybe I was just overreacting. That the reason why he mentioned he cared about me is also for his own good. That he cared because it would be bad if people knew he didn't have any idea what was happening to my life. After all, I am his fiancée.

I nod my head. That is right. That is the logical reason why Prince Fraser will say that. There is no way he will care about me. He just confessed his feelings to Princess Paislee. So, why would he care about me?

"Csille?"

I was still busy convincing myself when I suddenly heard Prince Fraser say something to me. I look at him and sigh. "Apologies for not informing you right away. After I collapsed the other day, Brother Pascal reminded me to take a rest first. It slipped off my mind to inform you."

Also, I didn't know you would make a biggie about it. I even thought you were mad at me for ruining your plan.

"Your highness, please forgive me, but I don't really have time for a conversation right now. So, please leave. I still have things to d-"

Prince Fraser stands up too and stares at me intently. I can see an intense emotion in his eyes that I couldn't name, or better yet, I don't want to name.

"Csille, I just want to know why you didn't inform me? I am still your fiancé, remember? Why didn't you bother to inform me what happened to you?"

I take a few deep breaths before I answer him. Maybe I was just overreacting. That the reason why he mentioned he cared about me is also for his own good. That he cared because it would be bad if people knew he didn't have any idea what was happening to my life. After all, I am his fiancée.

I nod my head. That is right. That is the logical reason why Prince Fraser will say that. There is no way he will care about me. He just confessed his feelings to Princess Paislee. So, why would he care about me?

"Csille?"

I was still busy convincing myself when I suddenly heard Prince Fraser say something to me. I look at him and sigh. "Apologies for not informing you right away. After I collapsed the other day, Brother Pascal reminded me to take a rest first. It slipped off my mind to inform you."

Also, I didn't know you would make a biggie about it. I even thought you were mad at me for ruining your plan.

So, why would I inform you that I have returned to the capital already? I'm not seeking death.

I heard Prince Fraser takes a deep breath before he took a

step forward toward me, but I immediately took a step back.

It's a reflex. Probably because my mind was already conditioned that Prince Fraser would never be good at me. So the first thing my body does is to back away.

I immediately look at him and bow my head. I know what I did could be rude to him. "I'm sorry, your highness. I was just-"

I was still thinking of a reason when he suddenly cut me off. He looks at me and smiles sadly. "I know why you did that, and I understand. I wasn't treating you good before, so I understand why you act like that. I just hope you would let me do the correct thing, Csille."

Correct thing? What does he mean by that?

"Correct thing? Apologies, your highness, but I couldn't seem to understand what you want to say."

Prince Fraser smiled at me. "Then I will show it to you." He then looks at his time watch. "I've been taking too much of your time already. I will be taking my leave now."

I look at his back and sigh.

What does he mean by the words he said? Show me? Show me what?

I groan and gently bump my head on the wall. I don't understand why things are progressing to this.

But there is one thing I am sure I know. That I shouldn't let my unwanted feelings for Prince Fraser to ruin the

storyline.

I just finished my work earlier than I usually do because I don't want to overwork myself again. Brother Pascal will also surely be mad at me if he knows I work until evening, so I decided to stop being stubborn today and follow him.

I was about to enter our carriage when I heard a very familiar voice. I look back and find Rufus walking toward me. I smile at him, and I am about to greet him when I notice the blank expression on his face.

"Did something happen, Rufus? Why do you look... devastated?"

Rufus heaves a sigh. "Can you have dinner with me, Purplany? I need someone to talk to."

I nodded my head and invited him inside our carriage. I was about to ask the coachman to bring us to our favorite restaurant, but Rufus stopped me.

"Let's have dinner in the garden restaurant."

I frown at him. He mentioned before that he prefers the food in our favorite restaurant than in the garden restaurant. So, why would he choose to eat there?

Although I really wanted to ask him questions, I remained quiet throughout the journey because I noticed how preoccupied he was, so I decided to give him some time. He will talk if he is ready to talk, and I don't want to force him.

The moment the carriage stopped in front of the restaurant, Rufus immediately pulled me out of the carriage and inside of the garden restaurant.

I was shocked when he didn't even pass by the waitress who gave the table number. He just walked straight to one of their private rooms.

I gently pull his hand. "Is it okay for you to do that? Don't you need reservations if you want to rent private rooms here?"

Rufus didn't look back and just kept pulling me toward the private rooms. "I already reserved a spot for us. So, you don't have to worry."

There are rooms in here that are connected to a patio. Each room has a distance from the other rooms. It is to ensure that there is still privacy.

Rufus pulls me inside one of the private rooms. I frowned when I noticed the table full of dishes. "Did you also order things in advance?"

Rufus didn't answer me and headed straight to the patio. It seems like he is staring at something. So, I stand up and look at where he is staring. I frown when I realize that the only thing he is staring at is a private room.

What's with the room that made him stare at it for a couple of seconds?

I was about to ask him what was inside the room when suddenly two figures came out of the room. I squint my eyes, trying to see who are those people, when Rufus suddenly pulls me inside our room. He even covers my mouth to stop me from talking.

What is happening? Why does Rufus act so weirdly today?

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