Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

Thats how much he looked at her, and he always thought about it while retracing to understand her heart and thoughts.

Once for the sake of his future master, now for the sake of his most important client.

And without telling anyone, it was also for the feelings he probably never would have gone through if the circumstances and conditions had not luckily pointed at him.

The ring would have stayed dormant in a drawer forever.

Hasnt the rumor grown so much that its impossible to just ask? Even if I got married now, they would rather just write this and that in vain.

Thats right.

It would be characteristic of the aristocrats to drag even Grey into this squalid mess of a story. She didnt know what the story about Elliot was going to be.

Rumors would quite literally explode like active volcanoes. It wouldnt be strange if someone she didnt even know would file a lawsuit claiming that they had damaged the order of the entire nobility, arguing about things like succession law and family registration law.

It will definitely hurt Young Master Elliot, too. If thats the case, youd be the one who thinks its better to be proactive and sort things out yourself.

Claire couldnt answer lightly this time either.

If it had been before, she would have smiled bitterly, sighed while saying, It cant be helped, and complained heartily about those selfish nobles.

But now, she couldnt. Claire wasnt brazen enough to ask for friendship from the man who had proposed to her.

From the moment he gave her that ring and called her name, the marriage contract became a matter of real marriage and companionship, not a matter of choosing a contractual partner to lead the family together.

Grey said,

You dont have to worry about the contract you were going to write with me.

It was perhaps considerate of him not to have mentioned the word marriage. Claire looked at him, perplexed.

Then I apologize immensely.

A contract is nothing until it is signed and concluded. Its good to be careful.

Im sorry.

Claire apologized openly. It had many complicated meanings.

Dont mention it. The reason I proposed to you in the first place was because I knew I was the best choice given the circumstances at the time.

But now, everything pointed to Erich Klausener. Some problems can only be solved by force.

The difference between him and Grey was stark. One man could overturn the situation, while the other man would have no choice but to wait for good fortune.

Didnt you decide to marry for the sake of protecting Young Master Elliot from the beginning? So, do what your heart tells you.

Grey

I have always been faithful Just remember that I am a vassal of Delford.

Grey said that and slowly stretched out his hand.

Claire obediently entrusted her hand to him. Grey pressed his lips onto the back of her hand politely.

How old-fashioned.

Claire smiled bitterly. From signet ring to Grey. She held Greys hand tightly once, as if shaking hands, then let go.

Rather than a vassal, I need a reliable lawyer and a friend even more.

The person you spoke to will always be by your side, Baron.

Grey smiled lightly. It was a face Claire was familiar with, which she could hardly tell whether it was a smile or an expressionless face.

Knock, knock.

A knock came on the door. Claire answered.

Come in.

It was Roger Carson. Grey habitually fumbled for his chest pocket, but his glasses were missing.

Claire saw it and said,

Be sure to get compensated. Get something expensive.

Seeing Greys bare face and the robe he was wearing, Roger whistled once.

As expected, when handsome men take off their glasses, theyre still handsome. The Duke needs to see this.

Dont talk nonsense. What is it?

Its nothing special, new tabloids came out. The ink hasnt even dried.

Roger waved two newspapers in the air.

In the end, Mister Sherwood was mentioned as well.

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I thought it was not like Mister Sherwood to do such a hasty thing. There is someone from the law office in the downstairs lounge lobby.

Grey sighed heavily. And he gave Claire a slight bow.

Ill be on my way.

Will you be okay?

I will send you a letter tomorrow.

Yes.

Claire nodded. Roger tried to lend him the jacket, but before that the butler came with a newly ironed coat.

When Grey left, Claire sighed too. She sat down on the sofa.

Roger asked,

How is the Young Master?

I guess he was just surprised and cried. Hes fine. More than that, do you have anything more to say?

Im just curious about how things are going.

Curious?

Because I dont want to see stories about you in the papers, Baron.

Dont you want to be the most rumored celebrity in the social world?

You have to trust me.

It was when Claire suppressed her dumbfounded laugh.

A hotel employee knocked on the door.

Excuse me, Baron Delford. Duke Klausener is coming up soon.

Hearing that, Roger scratched his cheek for a moment, bowed his head, and walked away.

Claire, who was left alone, raised her fighting spirit.

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Erich changed into a pretty tidy outfit in a short amount of time, but it wasnt perfect.

His shirt had been hastily brought to him by the hotel, and it was slightly snug around his chest, so he had to leave one button unclasped, leaving the tie loose. The vest, meanwhile, was a little loose at the waist.

His blonde hair, which was always neat and tidy, was wet and dark.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Erich strode towards her in a militant manner. And as he stood in front of her, he crossed his arms and looked down.

You didnt run away.

I beg your pardon? This is my accommodation. Why would I run away?

Claire was furious. She had been nervous thinking about how she would begin with about just a moment ago, but everything flew away in an instant and fighting spirit surged from her stomach.

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