After a moment, Evan—who had looked as if he’d just been struck in the back of the head—nodded with a faint smile. He rose from his seat a little late and took Windsor’s hand.
“Let’s proceed that way. I’m sure you’ll end up contacting me again.”
He spoke with a confident tone, his expression mild and composed.
Windsor, who had only faintly furrowed his brow, turned without another word and left the room.
Roman, who had been waiting at the door without Windsor noticing, asked, “Did your discussion go well?”
Then, noticing Windsor’s stiff expression, he glanced past him into the room.
“Oh? That person is…?”
Roman seemed about to recognize the familiar young man, but instead followed after Windsor’s retreating steps.
Escorted by the butler, Windsor boarded his carriage. Only after it passed through the gates of the Chamberlain estate did he finally open his tightly sealed lips.
“Look…
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