About Your Pride and My Prejudice Chapter 70: Melissa, Was It Really a Nightmare?

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What? What did you say?

As I turned my head towards him, I t his eyes gleaming like a cold fla.

When I froze without even resisting the windswept wind, I shuddered.

Did he touch you?

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Tell what he did.

Alan seed to be holding back his anger. He was so angry that my shoulders shrank.

Ah, he took my hand.

and?

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Speak clearly.

Again, the commanding tone. My instinctive intuition signalled that if I went against him, I might die immobile in this room. Thats how overwheld I beca.

I answered with my eyes closed.

O-on the back of my hand Lips.

At that mont, I heard the sound of a heavy crystal glass being placed on the table. As I opened my eyes to the sharp sound, Alans face, staring at , filled my vision.

His gaze was so intense and gloomy that the strength in my legs could quiver just by looking at him.

Hand.

He held out a big hand to .

H-hand, why?

Its a hand thats already held before, so it shouldnt be too difficult.

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If he is speaking of the victory ball, I couldnt rember what Alans hand felt like at that ti. Because I was that nervous.

But I had no confidence to keep him waiting any longer. Eventually, my hand, which was trembling violently that could be easily noticed with a naked eye, was carefully placed on Alans hand.

The mont our hands touched, and before I was surprised by the cold hand, he grabbed my hand hard and dragged it towards him.

Now what!

After that, Alans head bowed slowly, as if it were a set procedure.

The cold and slightly rough lips, which touched the back of my hand, were cold, soon gently pressed itself down and let out a sweet breath.

Al!

It was a shock as if my heart was pounding and falling to the floor. Not knowing what to do, I trembled like a bird wet in the rain. All I could do was stare at his straight eyelashes, forgetting to breathe.

At that mont, Alan suddenly opened his eyes. I couldnt avoid the gaze or move my body, stiff as a statue. Like Im tied up with an invisible rope..

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As if longing for only my gaze, the tenacious eyes were even lustful at a glance. Would it be an illusion if the hot desire I felt from Alan in my dream seed to pass by at first glance in his eyes right now?

No wonder my stomach was itching so much.

Alan.

I twisted my arm wildly to get my hand out of his grasp. But Alans hand wasnt likely to let go.

Alan, now.

The red lips that fell, whispered languidly, with a small and soft sound.

I thought it might sll like ink.

That

My fingers trembled as his lips tickled like a feather on the back of my hand. But it was only my wish that this would be the end.

Alan spread out my fingers one by one, which were trying to shrink, and gently kissed each fingertip. It was five small, careful kisses.

It was this hand.

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For this mont, his smile was only mine. As I thought about it, my heart pounded to the point that I was flustered. I thought it wouldnt be strange if my heart exploded at this mont. I can die like this.

On the other hand, I felt like I had finally understood a phrase from an old imperial myth. It is said that when the white and radiant male god of the moon smiled, spring finally arrived in the world.

It is indeed strange that he, who resembles a colourless winter, makes feel a wonderful spring on a midsumr night.

When he finally put my hand down, I brought it to my chest as if it had been burned, and I smoothened it feverishly.

Alan, I.

If you get swept away, I wont be any different from the Ive been in the past. Go ahead and say what you have to say, lissa.

I-Id like to write a letter. To my family and friends.

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Alan just stared at with emotionless blue-grey eyes and gave no answer. But his jewel-like eyes did not have the sa anger at least when he had heard of Mr. Maurice.

Thats why I decided to be a little more courageous. The maid wouldnt do a favour to write a letter, but they wont be able to do anything if their master allows it.

Please.

I cant take the pen away from you. Try it on.

The silent answer opened my eyes wide.

Really?

But you wont be able to send a letter.

What? What does that an?

aning, I wont let you go.

The words made burst into laughter.

Ha.

This is definitely a joke. What the hell did I expect from this crazy guy?

To forget that this man is crazy, I was blinded by the enchanting words of his handso lips, and the kiss that was so desperate that I felt as if I had beco his precious person. Am I crazy?

I felt a surge of anger that I couldnt handle for a mont. It could be because of the bit of alcohol in , but its alright?

Are you kidding ? Does this all seem like a joke?

Indeed.

He laughed low once again. It was a mont when the beautiful face looked terribly hateful.

I cant let you do stupid things again, Ive been trying to save you.

do stupid things?

I was dumbfounded. I felt like I was about to cry, so I had to bite the soft flesh in my mouth. Alan, on the other hand, was drinking again with a clean face that had not changed a single colour even though he had been drinking quite a bit.

Such a noble and elegant scoundrel. I wanted to flip the table over right away if I could. There was even an urge to pour juice over his noble face.

Youre. just happy to bully the weak. Its funny to soone like you.

The weak?

Alan, who put down a crystal glass on the table, wiped the corner of his mouth with a white napkin. When he put down his napkin, his lips were smiling.

Whats the definition of weak?

Its

There is one thing you overlooked, the underdog is , lissa. So I want you to have pity on .

Ha, this confidence.

I didnt want to fit in with his nonsense any more. I said with my teeth clenched.

As expected, I hate you.

I dont believe it.

I hate you so much. I hate you. Get out of here right now..

Then Alan smiled quietly.

It will be hard to conduct business when you cant lie.

what, are you kidding .

You have to write, too.

That suits you, lissa.

Alan whispered. I lost all my fighting spirit due to the sweet breath that ca with the deep scent of alcohol.

My mind was all white. Like the sky on that winter day with unprecedented heavy snow.

Ha.

I cant stand him at all. What should I do? Ive only seen Alan with these eyes and this voice in my dreams. Am I too drunk? Or is he?

I managed to move my lips, squeezing out the last bit of strength.

Dont be mistaken that everyone will love you.

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Alan, leaning his chin towards , was smiling with pleasure at all my words and actions. The sight of the light reflecting on his white skin without defects was just flawless and subli, so it was inevitable to helplessly draw attention.

When I finally had the urge to kiss his gently curving eyes enthusiastically, I closed my eyes as if I had given up. I felt terrible about myself.

No

He, Alan Leopold, must be the devil trying to ss up. In order to get him out of my mind completely, I have to constantly reflect on how much I hate him.

So that he can quickly get rid of his twisted interest and finally let go.

I want you to.

But my voice was so small, as if pressed down by sothing, and I was trembling pitifully.

I hate not being able to speak.. I hate it

Really? Why do you hate it?

Alan leaned slowly toward . As if to tease , his voice was as small and soft as mine. Its like trying to soothe a child..

I clenched the hem of my clothes until my fingertips turned white. Even if its a fight that I cant win, I can scratch him. If only he could be a little sick because of .

With that kind of heart, I moved my lips.

The night you co in my dreams, I shudder all day I hate it terribly.

Alan was silent for a mont. It was only for a mont, but I couldnt even feel his breath.

Alan had a subtle face as I looked carefully sideways at him while quivering. He looked black.

Did it hurt? Did my words finally hurt him?

I was nervously gauging his feelings at a distance that was close to my face, and his petal-like lips finally moved.

His voice was secretive as he was telling a secret story, but it had a very fine smile on it.

You must have dreamt of , lissa. Many tis.

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And when I heard what he said that followed, I had to regret every mont of today.

What did we do in the dreams?

That

My mind was pushed to the edge. I dont think so, but its as if hes caught in my head..

The phrase Thief hitting on his thumb* suits this situation, isnt it? My face flad up. It must have been ridiculously red. I hastily covered my face with my hands.

(T/N: its an idiom, aning to do sothing foolish which makes you get caught.)

Huh? I cant hear you well. (Alan)

Nightmare. It was a terrible nightmare, you in my dream.

In the pitch black darkness, as his sigh-like laughter filled my ears, small goosebumps crept down the nape of my neck.

It was irritating beyond words.

Ah.

A trembling groan ca out from my gritted teeth. Now I was just afraid. To either look at him or not, deciding that alone was hard work.

When I lowered my head with my face covered because I was no longer confident of saying anything, I felt a gentle touch on my hair, which still had a little moisture.

Of course it was Alans hand.

Think about it.

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Please. Now I didnt even have the heart to ask. With my eyes closed, I was praying earnestly that the mansion would fall down, or if that didnt happen, I would just lose my consciousness like this.

At that mont, his lips approached my ears and whispered like a dim mist of water.

lissa, was it really a nightmare?