When the Female Lead Went Off-Script, the Main Male Lead Became the Tyrant's Empress - Chapter 27.2
Faced with an unexpected challenge, Arden racked his brain.
What was left?
Usually, didn’t it end once you said you were sorry?
However, Haster thought differently.
He looked at Arden once, then at Clary, and then back at Arden.
Arden became flustered by the firm and unmistakable meaning in his gaze.
What? A hug? With her?
Isn’t that a little strange between family?
‘How am I supposed to do something that embarrassing with her?’
Arden vehemently protested with his eyes that it was absurd, but Haster refused to back down.
Unable to withstand his unwavering gaze, Arden had no choice but to awkwardly wrap both arms around Clary’s shoulders.
‘What in the world is this?’
Clary’s eyes flew open in horror at the sudden ordeal.
Has this man finally lost his mind?
Or is he going to die tomorrow?
What the heck is wrong with him?
Clary, who had gone rigid in the second male lead’s arms, was equally confused.
‘Why do I have to receive both an apology and a punishment?’
If it had been anyone else, she might have acted coy and cried, ‘Oh my, stop it!’ but her opponent was her maternal uncle Arden.
‘This man has completely lost his mind with his accession approaching.’
Still, she couldn’t simply stand there.
She awkwardly wrapped both arms around Arden, then quickly pulled them away.
Uegh! Why are family members doing this?
Haster watched the two pale-faced people with equal parts confusion and satisfaction.
He had merely looked at Arden because he wanted him to pat Clary on the shoulder, but Arden had embraced his niece with the expression of someone making a momentous decision.
And after hesitating, she had hugged her maternal uncle in return.
Whatever else could be said, the two appeared to get along well.
Enough to make him slightly jealous.
Had Arden and Clary heard that, they would have clutched the backs of their necks and fainted.
Fortunately, neither of them possessed the supernatural ability to read other people’s thoughts.
Their minds were simply filled with the desire to forget the apology and everything else, run straight to the bathroom, and scrub themselves clean.
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It was a peaceful weekend afternoon.
Clary walked through the loggia with light, cheerful steps.
With each step she took, sunlight passing through the leaves swayed across her body, embroidering it with stars.
Clary’s face was filled with smiles.
She was already delighted to have escaped her studies and been allowed to rest for the first time in ages, and now she was leaving the imperial palace for the first time.
There was a condition that Haster had to accompany her as her guardian, but that only made it better.
He was kind, handsome, attentive, broad-chested, strong, and rich.
There was no reason not to like him.
She had once been wary of him, but that was in the past.
The person she truly needed to be wary of was that Crown Prince walking toward her from the opposite direction.
She forced strength into her face as it naturally began to frown.
She had forgiven him, but she couldn’t stop irritation from slowly rising within her.
“Clary.”
Arden raised a hand and stroked Clary’s head.
Feeling like a country dog at her maternal grandmother’s house being vigorously ruffled by her uncle, Clary shook her head.
At her refusal, Arden withdrew his hand without hesitation.
Seeing Clary dressed unusually in outdoor clothes, Arden asked.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going out with Uncle Haster.”
“Ah, I see. Have a good time.”
Arden swept his gaze from Clary’s head to her feet, then quickly snapped it back up.
“But are you going dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?”
Clary immediately countered Arden’s sudden criticism.
Despite his niece’s aggressive attitude, Arden calmly pointed toward her feet.
“The heels are so low that the hem of your dress is dragging. Wouldn’t it be better to change either your shoes or your clothes?”
Now that she looked, the back of her dress was indeed dragging slightly.
Once she left the imperial palace, no matter how well maintained the roads were, it would quickly become dirty with dust.
That won’t do. It’s new.
“Uncle, please tell Uncle Haster to wait a little.”
Watching Clary race toward her room like an arrow, Arden clicked his tongue.
“Clary, Clary. What exactly about me do you trust that makes you ask me to pass that along?”
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