Chapter 77

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Yohan Borneau.

He was Astina's stepbrother. However, based solely on appearance, one would assume the two are actual siblings.

Yohan, who was running quickly, patted Astina's head and asked with concern.

"Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't see you at the salon? Where have you been?"

Yohan's eyes, which were directed at Astina, were honey-colored like their hair. I don't think Gilbert, who considers me his younger sister, has ever looked at me like that, let alone my other two brothers.

Yohan's gaze turned to me, as if he sensed my gaze. They look like baby angels...

"Conler...."

"Oh, I told you before, right? I had a friend who was very kind to me."

"Hello."

"Yes..."

Yohan, who has a warm disposition by nature, smiled warmly at me as well. Oh, I think I have a weakness for blonde hair. I also smiled awkwardly in response to his.

"Hmm."

"Oh, prince."

"Yohan, I really enjoyed the story you told me earlier."

Young men appeared to have their own salon as well. Demimore came over and began talking to Yohan before I knew it. Demimore, who was a little taller than me, was blocking my view of Yohan in front of me.

Oh, let me appreciate his face a little more.

Demimore squeaked a little as I crept up behind him. What? What's wrong? Also, show me his face! I mean, those are the faces I really like.

After speaking with Yohan, Demimore finally moved out of my path. I gave Demimore a disapproving glare. Demimore shrugged while extending his lower lip.

Why is he suddenly so mean? Is it because he's going to be his brother?

Unlike me and Demimore, who had a strange war of nerves, Astina and Yohan were still sweet.

"Ah, why didn't Astina come to the salon?"

"What?"

"You said you'd come in once you looked at the flowers."

Yohan was worried because Astina didn't participate in the salon, so he asked in a voice full of concern. The drooping corners of his eyes are exactly like Astina's. I guess Astina is meant to be part of the Borneau family.

I wonder if she could honestly tell her brother that a lady from another family hated her for no reason and prevented her from attending the salon. They will surely be mad if it gets to their ears. However, I believe they will also deal with it if they are informed beforehand.

That's what I thought, so I looked at Astina, who bit her lip tightly as if it were difficult to say. She shook her head slightly when our eyes met, as if to avoid talking about it. I nodded because somehow I could relate to her desire to avoid causing him to worry.

"Don't try to fool me; I didn't see Franz Scott in the salon earlier, maybe he......."

"She got lost while looking at the flowers."

"What?"

I cut Yohan's words short because it sounds like he's about to interrogate her in earnest. Yohan nodded and looked at Astina, wondering if it was true.

"Is it true?"

"Oh, oh! I got lost while looking at the flowers. Mary and the prince helped me find my way."

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