'He knows... He knows... And I know He knoooows~'
As expected, Marianne's Father will always know.
Protruding my lips on the inside as I averted my eyes on the outside, I sang a familiar song that fitted his rhetorical question. I've been discovered, and maybe exposed my malicious intents if the receiver of my anger did not perceive it before the Duke bluntly asked about it.
I had no intention to confirm it though. As they say, "Silence is worth a thousand words"..... Even more in my case.
Casting my eyes on the scholar, he seemed bewildered by the Duke's statement since his stance seemed stiffer than earlier as he alternated between the Mister and me.
"..."
I felt the silent gaze from the Duke, and pouting on the inside I refused to return his gaze.
"Oh my... How interesting... I never thought my kind child would get upset by a book. You must have liked that novel very much, sweetie."
"..."
'It's not that...'
