I Don’t Know the Original, I’m Too Busy Trying to Make a Living

"Wait, hold on, stop!"

Taking someone to his domain without even being in a relationship yet? That was practically a proposal.

‘This is at least an engagement.’

Penelope hadn’t wanted to play the role of a disapproving mother-in-law, but Rianel was practically forcing her into that position.

“Lord Rianel, you weren’t usually one to act so rashly. How about thinking this through a bit more calmly?”

Rianel curved his lips into a smile. “I’ve learned a thing or two from Ahwin. Never ignore even the smallest of instincts.”

An instinct? Was he talking about her?

‘Of course, it’s because of me. I outright confirmed they were interested in each other with my own mouth.’

Even if her ears were stuck to the soles of her feet, she’d understand that.

‘And what’s this about learning from Ahwin? I don’t get it, but it’s probably my fault too.’

Penelope groaned inwardly.

Still, it was surprising to see Rianel acting so boldly. He had always been the epitome of a two-faced man, someone sly and difficult to read.

She had assumed Rianel would approach Ivetta slowly, keeping his distance while occasionally tossing in ambiguous flirting.

Penelope had felt relieved by that, believing Ivetta wouldn’t fall for such a lighthearted attitude.

But now Rianel had thrown a direct fastball. From the way he spoke, it was clear he was even thinking about marriage.

“Ivetta hasn’t agreed to this yet, has she?”

“Unfortunately, no. But didn’t you say it yourself? That she’s interested in me.”

“...”