Please Don’t Propose!

Costas Orsi.

Son of a naval admiral.

The heir to the marquisate seems to like me.

I don’t know why he likes me, a simple civil servant, but his attention is too much for me.

So I quit my job and went south to live a quiet life. …….

“……W-what a coincidence, Bibi.”

It’s too much of a coincidence that we met in a secluded cafe in a rural town in the south, far from the capital.

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“Why do you keep running away, did I do something wrong?”

No matter what the situation, he was always gracious.

A man who never rushed into action, even when the situation was urgent…….

“……I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Costas pursed his lips nervously as I hung my head.

“There’s something ……I really want to tell you.”

Oh, no.

“Why I’ve been chasing you. I’m more sincere than you know, Bibi, and I want to…”

“My Lord!”

I hastily interrupted him.

Costas turned to me, his eyes wide with tears.

“Please, please.”

“…….”

“Please don’t propose to me. Please… …….”

Costas’ expression broke down completely.