About That Romantic Fling

It was just a fling.

“Why… haven’t you gotten married?”

“You already know the answer.”

“Because of your father?”

“Yeah. I never want to carry on the Lancaster bloodline.”

What had happened between Dalia and Leonald—who had been longtime friends—was nothing more than a fleeting pleasure in an otherwise dull and exhausting life.

But they never should have started that dangerous game in the first place.

Because of her leech-like family who were no help at all, marriage had never even crossed Dalia’s mind…

“I’m pregnant, apparently.”

“…What? What are you talking about? Pregnant?”

She had ended up carrying Leonald’s child— despite swearing never to bear the bloodline of the Lancaster dukedom.

A fling should’ve stayed just that—a fling.

She tried to handle it on her own,but unfortunately, there’s no such thing as a secret you can keep forever.

And so, one day, she was found out by Leonald.

“I’m going to have this baby, Lancaster.”

Struggling to suppress her sobs, she took a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be a burden to you. If you understand now, then please leave.”

She desperately hoped not to come across as emotionally pleading,but she had already exhausted far too much emotion.

Dalia turned away from him.

For a long moment, silence hung between them.

But soon, Leonald parted his lips, his thoughts made up.

“No need for more arguments. Marry me, Dalia.”

It was a proposal devoid of romance—cold and desolate to the core.