Chapter 168. Kidnapping, Part IV

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

"If you follow me well, no one will know what happens here."

Francis left her like that for a while, appreciating her appearance. As she was about to say that she couldn't stand anymore, Francis rose from his seat.

"You don't think it's over today, do you? It's better not to think like that ever." Francis whispered in Christine's ear, then rose up and looked down at her.

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"Your Highness, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to say hello and go to Tilia, but thank you for this opportunity." In order to maintain the partnership, she decided to exchange letters after going down to Tilia, but Julietta wanted to say goodbye to the Prince who she had learned to enjoy instead of hate.

When she went down to Tilia, she would have to live hidden for the rest of her life. Julietta was a little choked up when she thought she would never see the Prince sitting there with such an arrogant face again.

She would never see the Marquis of Oswald, who caught the eye with his raucous clothes and deeds; Count Adam always exclaiming "No!" with his hard face; Ian, who now looked like the Prince's shadow; the reliable Count Valerian; and Marquis Rhodius, the perfect gentleman himself.

Killian frowned and rebuked her as Julietta suddenly greeted him with tears in her eyes. "The princess, are you going to die? Why are you so blue, like someone I'll never see again?" Killian was deliberately irritated to hide his laughter, now that he knew what Julietta was thinking.

At the rebuke of the Prince, Julietta quickly wiped away her tears and went into a sulk with a sheepish face. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you as often as I do now, and I was going to be disappointed for a while. But now my sentimental feelings went away because of you. Thank you."

"You are sorry about everything. If the princess feels sorry, then I can go to Tilia. I heard that the land of the family of Duke Kiellini is so airy and scenic, so it would be nice to stay at the Duke's castle during the non-social season."

Killian's intentional words embarrassed Julietta. "No, Your Highness. I might go back to Tilia and go on a trip. The next time I come to Dublin, I can see you again."

Killian continued, ignoring her dissuasion. "The princess, go on a trip and come back. I love the idea of suddenly taking a vacation in Tilia."

Spencer looked at Killian, who was enjoying Julietta's uncomfortable look, and rose from his seat with an uncomfortable face. "Suddenly, I wonder who attended today's banquet. Don't you all want to go?"

Oswald, Adam, and Valerian rose quickly from the sofas at the suggestion of Marquis Rodius. "We've so neglected our social activity lately, so we'd better go. Your Highness, we'll be right back."

Without waiting for Killian's answer, they left the place in a group, and Ian, standing there at a loss, said hesitantly, "Your Highness, um, Sir Albert was looking for me a moment ago... I'll be in a hurry now."

As they got out of there in the blink of an eye, as if everyone had made a promise, Julietta looked back at Killian with a bewildered expression. "Did I make a mistake? Why are they all rushing out like they're avoiding me?"

Killian replied to Julietta leisurely, both arms resting on the sofa. "The princess cried needlessly, and they ran away in embarrassment."

Julietta regretted being sentimental for a while. She glared at Killian, who was tapping his legs with an arrogant look. 'How can you use such mean words?'

"I'm really sorry, but I guess other people don't mind."

"The princess, isn't this a preparation to meet again that the original separation is? It's only two months until next season. Or I can go to Tilia, so don't be too disappointed."

Julietta was forced to smile at Killian's words, but suddenly grabbed her chest, shrugged her shoulders and straightened up.

Killian frowned slightly, wondering what else was going on. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so short of breath and pale of complexion?"

Julietta jumped out of her seat, unable to bear the pressure of the corset pressing on her chest, thanks to the plush sofa. "Your Highness, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well, so I think I'll have to leave."

The reason she wore a two-piece jacket and cravat at the opening party of the Chartreu Dressing Shop was to hide her bulging breasts. On a busy day, she felt uneasy about tightening her chest with a corset. So, she tried to hide her figure with a hard male jacket instead of a feminine dress with prominent cleavage.

But today she had to wear a corset that put pressure on her chest again because she was wearing an extremely feminine party dress that revealed her shoulders. The long-sleeved corset put a lot of pressure on Julietta, both mentally and physically.

When she stood up from the sofa in a hurry, she felt the corset tightened more and she sat down again with a groan of "Ah!" At her unusual look, Killian hurried over to the sofa where she sat.

"What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"

Julieta felt more suffocated when the Prince shook her arms.

"Your Highness, don't, don't, don't shake. It's because the corset is tight. Please call my maid, Vera. I don't think I can even make it to my lounge."

Killian was so surprised that his heart stopped beating when Julietta suddenly turned pale and gasped for breath. He asked again with a strange look. "Because of the corset?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Killian became angry, sighing as if he was at a loss for words. "What the hell is there to tighten up on you? Or did you gain weight?"

When the wagon had been overturned in the past, he remembered the waist that had slipped into his hand, and groped arbitrarily at Julietta's waist. Julietta was irritated by Killian groping her waist instead of thinking of calling in people as she suffocated.

"Oh no, Your Highness. It's not there. Please call Vera in a hurry. It tightened my chest and I am stuffy."

Killian stopped stroking her waist. "Are you telling me you've corseted your chest? Why?"

Julietta almost answered with frustration and irritation, but shut her mouth.

Killian slapped his knee as he looked at the chest area above her waist, as he measured them with his hands. "Aha, that's it. I thought it was weird."

Julietta opened her eyes at Killian's incomprehensible words. "What do you mean, it was weird?" Julietta asked Killian, touching her and the damnably tight corset.

"No. It seems that you may die of suffocation while your maid is coming here. I think I'd better help."

"What? What can you help me with? Your Highness, wait, wait a minute!"

Even before she was surprised and stopped him, Killian quickly grabbed Julietta by the waist and sat her on his lap with her back before him. With one hand clutching Julietta's struggling hand, he undid the buttons behind her back mercilessly. As soon as the buttons were released, he could see the end of a tight corset. Without a moment's hesitation, Killian cut the corset tightly tied with a ribbon with a dagger in his arms.

"Stop! Your Highness! What the hell are you doing?"

Julietta screamed as she grabbed the front of her dress, which was about to fall down, but Killian held her back, pretending not to hear. He casually grabbed her waist and sat her down next to him.

"Didn't you say you were suffocating because of the corset? I just gave you first aid. We're in a partnership, and this much help should be given."

At Killian's words, shameless enough to strike a blow, Julietta glared hard enough to turn her eyes red. She pleaded with Killian, who was smiling in the face of her fierce look, "Your Highness, lock the door of the lounge quickly. What if someone comes in? Quickly!"

Unable to move because of the corset and dress trying to fall off, she grabbed Killian's arm and shook it, and he continued being unctuous and greasy. "Oh, my God, the princess. Did you want to be alone with me? This is difficult. A personal relationship between partners is not right."

"Are you kidding me now? Hurry up! What if people who went to the party come back? Quickly!"

Killian intentionally tilted his head as he watched Julietta making a fuss in irritation. "Can you show me, but not them? Why?"