About Your Pride and My Prejudice Chapter 28: Caught You

Chapter 28: Caught You

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Longhorns mansion was located on the outskirts of the capital. In the vast garden that is jaw-dropping, I almost got lost over and over again.

I expected it when I received the expensive dress, but by the ti I got to the mansion, I was already exhausted. Then I looked at the magnificent mansion with the bright milky-white exterior walls.

Wasnt it their historic aristocratic familys ancestors who ordered this mansion to be built? Although it was a story long in the past. With such fleeting thoughts, I entered the mansion.

He is waiting.

The whole ti I followed the servant to the drawing room, my mind was all over the place. With thoughts about whether he is a stalker or not, or such an abrupt visitAlthough, of course, I ca here after receiving a reply saying it was okay to co but also I was regretting it.

When I faced Longhorn again, I had no idea what to say. Thanks to Tobias, Im a little used to talking to n normally, but that was only when the other person was Toby. I still needed a lot of courage.

However, the parlour is usually located not far from the main entrance.

Ah

As I was swimming in the swamp of thoughts, I was suddenly in front of Mr. Longhorn.

Hello, Miss Collins.

..Hello, Mr. Longhorn.

I hurriedly greeted him with a polite courtesy.

Malcolm Longhorn, dressed in a dark blue coat, looked a little different from the night I t him on the national theater terrace.

He had beco thinner than I rembered. His face had prominent cheekbones, and his cheeks were hollow. As expected, it was different to see him properly in the daylight. I wonder if he is about the sa age as Tobias.

Anyway, how did I mistake this person for Alan? Even thinking about it now, it was absurd.

They were of similar height but his bent posture was different, and his hair, though dark, was a chestnut brown. Compared to Alans pitch black hair they were as different as night and day.

so, Im here to say thank you. Thank you once again.

Ah

By the way, he was a little strange.

Oh, it doesnt an that he feels like a stalker. Rather, he had completely dispelled my suspicions that he was a stalker.

Although I am not an expert yet, as a person who has written novels for quite a long ti, I am quite precise in my ability to observe people.

His gaze at contained no other intentions, not sothing like an intentional made-up indifferenceto make believe he was not a stalkerRather, his attitude was natural because it was a mixture of appropriate manners and awkwardness.

Above all, this is not the gaze of a person who has been watching steadily. That night, the terrace was dark, so he also seed to be eagerly comparing in the daylight to the lissa Collins in his mory. Like I am doing. So I couldnt help but know.

Y, You didnt have to do that, Miss Collins.

Longhorns reply was strange, he was bizarrely sweating in front of .

No, I think it will make my heart feel more comfortable if I say thank you like this.

That, um.

Looking back, on the day I first t Toby, his voice had been trembling too. But Mr. Longhorns trembling was clearly different from that.

What should I say about this feeling I feel like he is afraid of sothing.

Why?

Miss Collins.

Yes, Mr. Longhorn.

I hope theres no misunderstanding I couldnt turn down a ladys earnest request, and it was a sche If it was to express your gratitude for my favor, even more so.

(T/N: its not clearly ntioned but I guess soone played a prank)

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His gibberish sounded absurd, I couldnt make heads or tails of what he was saying. Could this person be in a state where proper thinking is impossible for him right now? For example, he didnt sleep a wink last night, or he was actually drunk. but he didnt sll like alcohol.

The person he is facing is not a high-nosed royal family or the great Leopold, but an ordinary girl without any background. Isnt it natural to think like this?

To be thanked is plenty I think my position has been conveyed No, I believe so, but Ill make it clear. Miss Collins.

Yes, Mr. Longhorn.

The dress I sent you is really simple from my point of view, so please forget that you got it from .

..What?

I asked back with an awkward face like a broken machine. I couldnt understand his words and attitude now.

If possibleThe na of Longhorn Please dont put it in your mouth. Ah, that might not be possible, certainly.

I was offended but frowned with embarrassnt.

There must be sothing firmly misunderstood. His words sound as if Ive been shooting all over Florin and bragging that Ive been given a dress from Malcolm Longhorn.

I have confird that Mr. Longhorn is not my stalker. So, in reality, further conversations are aningless to .

However, I couldnt leave the ridiculous situation as it was.

Why?

Thats, Al.

Longhorn abruptly stopped speaking and closed his eyes tightly with a complicated expression.

No. Id better not even say this. Im at a very important crossroads.. Dont bother at all..

.

He muttered strange repeating unknown sounds in an anxious manner. His words still offended .

So, are you saying I bother you?

Mr. Longhorns subsequent reply made burst into a disheartened laughter.

To be honest, youre a nuisance to my business expansion, Miss Collins.

I have nothing to do with your business.

I apologize if I have offended you..

It was absurd, but Longhorns face, which apologized to , looked desperate and sincere, so I had no choice but to stop and bite my lips.

Then he continued to talk.

But I cant help it. I cant go against his will. I hope you understand.

What do you an his? I dont know who he is talking about, but I was just puzzled. It sounded like being associated with was an act that went against the wishes of soone powerful.

Does the person who can control his business an a royal power? Is it reasonable to mistake a person like for having a contact point with the royal family.

Id appreciate it if you could go back now. I wont see you in the futurebut I sincerely hope for your health and happiness.

If it cos out like this, I cant do much.

Oh Yes, of course.

His words were utterly confusing, but it seed like being around him and socializing with would hurt his work. We didnt know each other in the first place, and we didnt have any acquaintances to ntion..

I abandoned my mind to try to correct his misunderstanding sohow, bent my knees to greet him quietly, and left the parlour.

This way.

Again, as I passed through the white marble pillars following the servant, I was deeply lost in thought.

Im sure Mr. Longhorn is not a stalker. However, the problem was that there were no more predictable candidates left.

..He had said Al before he cut himself off.

I thought over the one syllable that Mr. Longhorn had leaked out. It is inevitable for to think of Alan Leopold here.

In fact, I wanted to ask back earlier, but I managed to endure my inquiry because Longhorn was acting as if he wasnt quite sane.

If, really, Alan was my stalkerI dont know what key he holds to Longhorns businessbut he was angry that Mr. Longhorn had sent a dress and warned him that if he got involved with , he would interfere with the business.

Pfft What am I saying?

I shrugged a strange sha and straightened my back for no reason. The assumption itself doesnt make sense, but how does Alan know that Mr. Longhorn sent a dress. He wouldnt care even if I was alive or dead.

Its not unreasonable to assu that if Alan was really watching , he would have overheard Toby and I talking about Mr. Longhorn..

Hold on.

I know its nonsense, but why am I reminded of the servers statent that the Leopolds took over Antris? Its true that Antris was the place where Toby and I talked about dress.

Dont tell hes really.

Then, get ho safely.

Oh, yes! T, thank you.

I bid goodbye in a hurry and ran toward the carriage. I felt the heat on my face. I just wanted to escape from this endless delusion.

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Hik, gasp.

It was definitely a bitter winter night, but I was all wet with hot sweat.

It felt like my lungs were being torn apart. Its the limit. If this continues, Ill definitely get caught.

Ah..!

Sure enough, my leg, which could not overco the pain, gave up running away anymore. I just fell on the cold snowy field.

A biting cold. Would it be faster to freeze to death like this, or.

Caught you.

At that mont, winter embraced . My body was completely bound in tight arms.

He put his chin on my shoulder and whispered as he kissed my cheek.

Its okay now, lissa.

A whisper from heaven that almost lts my ears. In Alan Leopolds cozy arms, I realized that this was a dream without difficulty.

It was the first ti in years that Alan appeared in my dream. Even when I ran into him in front of the bookstore or the night I danced with him at the ball, he didnt co to my dream.

Did my consciousnesstornted by the stalker make Alan in my dreams chase ?

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Then, as his cloud-like lips landed on my cheek, I ekly closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was early in the morning. I had no power to move, but in fact, I was faintly blinking because I was sad and disappointed that I suddenly returned to reality.

The warmth of his chest and arms, the cold touch of his cheeks and lips that had touched my face remained faint. His voice that wet my ears was as deep as the deep sea. I shrugged my shoulders.

But strangely enough,

I couldnt sll anything.

Thats when I suddenly realized. The fact that I dont know his scent.

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Looking back at the ti I ran into him on the street, all I rembered was the sll of autumn that filled the air. Perhaps because I was too nervous at the ball, not only all senses but also my head did not work properly. There was no way I could sll his physique.

The only thing I rember is that his hands were as hot as fire, and my feet were precarious and anxious as if standing on a ledge.

What kind of scent would he have.

My dazed murmurs scattered in the quiet room. I pulled my thick, soft winter duvet together and hugged it like I was buried. I was going to go back to sleep like this.

With a desperate hope that I can see him in my dream once again.