I Won’t Pick Up The Trash I Threw Away Again
My fiancé is back after six years of war. With a woman pregnant with his child, He said that he couldn’t bear to leave her. An irresponsible fiancé who had forced the duties of a noble on me. “Leila, you don’t deserve to be the Duchess.” I decided to call off the engagement after hearing those words. * * * “How far can I go?” Painful silence. I realized that I had said something strange, so I hastily spoke up. “Your Majesty, I apologize. I didn’t mean to ask this, but…” His tone was neither angry nor annoyed. I’d rather say that he…smiles. [You can do anything, as long as you don’t sell the Kingdom. After all, you are mine.] …What will you do if I really sell the Kingdom?