Translation When I Faked Amnesia to Break Off my Engagement, my FiancĆ© Casually Told me a Ridiculous Lieā€”ā€œYou were in Love with me Before you Lost Your Memory.ā€

10. No Matter What Happens

That day, five days before His Highness Abelā€™s birthday party, I was invited to the residence of Duke Laurenson.

It seemed that Philipā€™s younger brother, Cedric, wanted to meet and talk to me who had no memories. He was two years younger and had always been good to me.

The moment I arrived, I was immediately guided inside. It seemed that Cedric would be having tea in the hall today, probably because I was with him.

ā€œIā€™m sorry to have kept you waiting.ā€

Philip, whom was facing a small desk in the back of the room, didnā€™t notice me. He was holding a pen in his hand, likely doing some work. Not only was I late, the last thing I wouldā€™ve wanted was to disturb him.

I whispered to the maid that it would be alright to prepare tea after Cedric had arrived. Then I sat down a little further away.

ā€œ…ā€

I couldnā€™t help but take a look at Philip who was sporting a terribly serious face. I was surprised by the sensuality produced through his gesture of tugging his hair behind one ear.

He seemed to be quite focused.

Suddenly, he looked distant and sighed. He must be doing a very difficult task.

ā€œ…?ā€

I noticed a piece of paper that had fallen by my feet. I casually picked up his work-related documentā€”and was at loss for words.

The paper was covered with my name, which had been scribbled over and over again. It was unmistakably Philipā€™s handwriting.

Is this a new method of cursing someone?

Moreover, shouldnā€™t that paper be a fairly important document?

I didnā€™t have the courage to return the eerie paper to him. Not even telling him that his paper had fell. I thought it was definitely something I shouldnā€™t have come across. For the time being, I gently hid it in the gap between the sofas.

While doing so, a bright voice echoed within the room.

ā€œViola! Thank you for coming!ā€

ā€œY, yes.ā€

ā€œ…Huh?ā€

With the arrival of Cedric, Philip finally noticed my existence. He stood up as soon as he saw me and approached me.

ā€œSince when did you arrive?ā€

ā€œProbably about ten minutes earlier? I called out, but you seemed to be busy…ā€

ā€œIā€™m sorry, I was lost in thought.ā€

When I apologized for being late due to the traffic, he showed a terribly relieved expression, for some reason.

Afterwards, Cedric introduced himself politely just like in our first meeting. The three of us surrounded the table. He sipped his tea as he told a lonely story. That said, it was just a conversation between me and Cedric.

ā€œLast week, I attended an acquaintanceā€™s evening ball. My brother was immediately surrounded by the ladies and got attacked.ā€

Only then did I recall that they were invited into an evening ball on the day of my accident.

Concerned about my physical condition, he seemed to have participated alone without saying anything. I felt sorry for him.

ā€œThere are rumors that Viola scared her face, or that she broke her legsā€”everyone seems to be expecting my older brother to annul your engagement.ā€

Not knowing such was the case, I couldnā€™t hide my surprise. Everyone had a penchant for rumors. It was common for rumors to have neither roots nor leaves.

Even those people could see that our relationship wasnā€™t good. That might had encouraged those rumors.

To begin with, even though he had a fiancĆ©e, Philip was very popular. He had a good family, good looks, was smartā€”basically, everything about him was good. The only bad thing was the fact that he disliked women. However, the fact that a certain number of people liked that coldness of his was certainly true.

ā€œ…It was exactly at that moment my older brother broke.ā€

ā€œEh?ā€

ā€œā€˜No matter what happens to Viola, it matters not to me! I canā€™t think of a future that doesnā€™t has her in it! Otherwise, Iā€™d just remain alone for the remainder of my life!ā€™ The others and I were super surprised.ā€

Why would he do that?

Surprised, I turned my gaze towards Philip. He turned away from me, his expression was saying, ā€œDonā€™t tell her anything unnecessary.ā€

ā€œPhil…ā€

Even if I knew those words were a lie, I felt touchedā€”

ā€”or would have, if I hadnā€™t seen that sheet of paper.

What was that about…?

I couldnā€™t help but feel concerned…

However, if he indeed said such a thing in public, wouldnā€™t we become a hot topic? I was even more nervous about attending next weekā€™s party.

Eventually, Cedric moved towards my side and took my hand. Philip scolded him for it, ā€œOi.ā€ But he was ignored as Cedric continued.

ā€œViola, tell me if you have any problems.ā€

ā€œYes, thank you.ā€

ā€œYour vibes have changed… youā€™re more mature than before.ā€

My strategy to change my clothes and hairstyles was still underway. That was the only thing praised by Rex. It seemed that the impression created by oneā€™s appearance was quite important.

ā€œIs that so?ā€

ā€œYes, youā€™ve become beautiful.ā€

It was when I tried to thank him for his wordsā€”

ā€œā€”Viola has always been beautiful.ā€

Suddenly, Philip said that. Cedric was more surprised than I was at his words.

ā€œ…M, my brother, did you suffer from a head trauma, too?ā€

ā€œI didnā€™t.ā€

ā€œThe older brother I know isnā€™t the kind of person who can say that in front of others.ā€

Of course, the Philip I knew also wouldnā€™t say that.

ā€œHuh? What is this… eek, scary!ā€

Meanwhile, Cedric picked up the cursed paper from earlier. When Philip saw it, he stood up in a hurry, and slammed the paper against the table with tremendous force.

ā€œ…Viola hasnā€™t seen it, right?ā€

ā€œI donā€™t think she has.ā€

Of course, I couldnā€™t firmly say I saw nothing. As I thought, it was something I shouldnā€™t have seen.

ā€œBut, seriously, whatā€™s that? Itā€™s such a turn off.ā€

ā€œ…While I was waiting, I unconsciously wrote those when I thought something might have befallen Viola, or that she had decided not to come.ā€

ā€œ…Thatā€™s heavy.ā€

The conversation between the two who kept muttering never reached my ears.

ā€œAnyway, I was also invited to His Highnessā€™ birthday, so if anything were to happen, call me right away.ā€

ā€œIā€™ll be there with you, so youā€™ll be fine.ā€

ā€œThank you for your concern.ā€

The appointed day came in no time.


***T/N:

Is this a new method of cursing someone?

No, it’s just a medieval simping method.

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