Chapter 12

The Count’s guess was right, and he fired at Sophia in a sarcastic tone. That mug was the most disgusting thing in the world. However, before that feeling, Sofia was overtaken by a feeling of great fear that she had been caught.

“Now that I’m a red- handed criminal, I have nowhere to run.”

“…… ”

It’s over now. What will happen to me?

“What’s in the tea? Sleeping pills?”

” …….”

Will her throat be really cut off? I don’t want to die like this.

“I’m surprised you would do that to what I drink.”

“…..”

In the midst of the complicated thoughts running through her head, the Count’s voice, which kept interrupting Sophia’s thoughts, fueled her irritation in the corner.

“You who worked under me for 5 years…”

“…Yes.”

“What?”

And when the stress reached its peak, she poured out her resentment.

“Yes, you’re right. What can I do!”

The Count hesitated, embarrassed by her impudent attitude, before continuing.

“What? ‘What should I do?’ Are you crazy?”

“Insanity? Yes, crazy! I am crazy because of you, you son of a bitch! All of you aristocrats?! You bastard!”

“Bird, chick? Ugh, what is this?”

The count, bewildered, tried to get up, but the rope restrained him back onto the bed. She jumped on top of him again, bewildered or not.

“Yeah, this baby! It’s just alone, just as I am! You’re good alone in the world? Or do you accept me?! No, I can’t stand it now!”

The Count, who had been pulling his arms and legs to free himself from being tied to the bed, returned his gaze to Sofia at Sophia’s words.

“Ha, you’re laughing, yes. What happened to me while I was sleeping? Talking like that doesn’t hide your twisted unrequited love!!”

“It’s not unrequited love! This is stress relief.”

“What?”

“Because every time you stress me out, I will let you drink sleeping pills in the tea.”

The count’s eyebrows twitched as he listened carefully to those words, and wrinkles formed between his brows. Sophia hesitated a little, but the Count was tied up anyway. Once opened, her mouth began to pour out all her thoughts without stopping.

“The Count’s personality is like that, but who feeds it? At times like this, no one will look at it, so I think you should bow to me to thank me.”

“Do you think you dare say that to me and get on with it?”

“You won’t be safe. So, run away. I am coming. I’m just doing this.”

Yes, it would have been enough to run away and hide in the end anyway. Sophia reacted seemingly against the fear that engulfed her. And to decorate the end, Sophia put her hand on the count.

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