I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 87

Chapter 84: The Sunset, Can’t See It Anymore

“Yah!”

“Stop pretending, you’re all pickled!”

“Ah… help! Don’t hurt me!”

Roy was almost laughing from the shameless tea master, but just then, an unbelievable voice from behind almost made his heart stop.

“Roy, what… are you doing?”

Roy turned around to see that familiar flash of a red dress.

Following the slender, elegant black knee-high stockings up to that petite, cute figure, Charlotte looked back at him, completely shocked and at a loss.

No wonder.

Roy didn’t even need to look to know how misleading his current actions could be.

A drunken scoundrel harassing and even trying to hurt an innocent girl in private!

Next, Charlotte would be heartbroken and disappointed, throwing a fireball of fury at him, making this a public event and ruining his reputation!

The end of the world.

“You have to let me explain…”

“Your Highness, help me…”

The girl in the green dress reacted surprisingly fast, as if she’d rehearsed this, crying and spouting off, making Roy quite annoyed.

But the more agitated he got, the more it would only confirm her claims!

But then, Charlotte shot a fierce glare at the crying girl, her eyes glowing with barely contained fury.

She only said one word, but it was like a lion king awakened: filled with anger, impatience, and a murderous intent.

“Get lost.”

The girl in green trembled in fear, too scared to look up: “B-but…”

“I told you to get lost, do you not understand?!”

With that angry shout came an overwhelming pressure, as if a lion was roaring from the depths of hell.

The girl in green turned pale, scared enough to ditch her tea performance, whirling around and fleeing in a panic.

The silent hallway was left with just Roy and Charlotte.

With fire in her eyes, the girl shot another glare at Roy.

Roy was ready to take the heat.

But Charlotte opened her mouth, hesitated, her scarlet eyes stared at him for two seconds, then looked away.

After a few tense seconds, she said nothing and turned to leave.

This left Roy puzzled.

He wasn’t a masochist wanting to be berated.

After that scene, it looked like he was the one molesting an innocent girl, trampling on Charlotte’s trust; naturally, she’d scold him without question!

But what was with this reaction?

If you said she was mad, she wasn’t yelling.

If you said she didn’t care, then her expression looked like she was holding a volcano inside!

Roy couldn’t figure it out and had to catch up to her.

Charlotte seemed a bit tipsy. She looked like she was lifting her dress, moving quickly, but then began swaying off course.

A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on the delicate skin of her neck, with a fragrant mix of honey and gardenia wafting from her vibrant red hair.

Roy had no choice but to step forward to support her.

As soon as he grasped Charlotte’s arm, she flinched as though burnt.

“No need!” Charlotte glanced back, stubbornly pulling her hand away.

“You’re drunk,” Roy frowned.

“Do you think I, the young lady, am drunk?” Charlotte laughed coldly, full of defiance.

Her spirit was commendable, but her cheeks clearly had a rosy tint, beads of sweat ran down her forehead, and her chest gently heaved, as if she were experiencing unbearable heat.

The air was thick with the sweet scent of honey.

How could she not be drunk?!

Roy tried to support her again, but she swatted him away once more.

“I told you, I am not drunk!”

With that, Charlotte defiantly stepped forward, seemingly trying to prove a point with her actions.

Then, in front of Roy’s wide-eyed gaze, she walked directly into the wall of the corridor!

“Ow meow!”

That looked painful.

“Hey, are you okay?!”

When he got close, he saw Charlotte on her knees, her little nose red from the impact, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, yet defiant enough not to let them fall.

“Y-you bastard! How dare you hurt me! Are you tired of living?!”

Charlotte instantly blew up, flames shooting out from her.

This fierce demeanor was more like the proud and unreasonable princess Roy remembered from “Angel’s Dance.”

The only problem was, she was throwing a tantrum at a wall…

“Come on, come on, don’t take it out on a wall!”

Roy quickly grabbed her delicate arms from behind, saving the wall from further abuse.

“I—I told you, I’m not drunk…”

“Sure, sure, you’re not drunk, not drunk at all.”

The girl muttered in discontent, but under Roy’s firm attitude, she didn’t resist this time and finally allowed him to help her.

But her steps were even floatier than before, her half-helpless body, fragrant with honey and gardenia, leaned toward Roy without any guard.

Roy, supporting the tipsy girl, couldn’t help but sigh.

Seeing that today’s banquet was a no-go for her, how embarrassing for a princess to be seen like this by outsiders!

Roy had to ask, “Where’s your room? I’ll take you back.”

“No, I’m not going back!” the girl stubbornly replied.

Roy raised his voice a bit, with a hint of reproach: “You can’t even stand, how are you attending the banquet?”

She was silent for a moment but then looked up, as if feeling wronged, her intoxicated gaze flickering, her voice a whisper: “But… the sunset.”

“The sunset?”

“We promised to watch the sunset together.” Her vague words were filled with a deep plea.

They had already delayed too long.

“At this time, the sunset is long gone…” Roy wanted to reason patiently, but gazing at her delicate and pitiful look, he couldn’t say it.

“Let’s go. To see the sunset.”

“Mm.” Charlotte weakly replied.

Roy helped her sneak back to the banquet hall, pulling her tightly to avoid others seeing the princess’s drunken state.

Knowing Charlotte, if someone saw her in such an embarrassing light, she would probably die of shame on the spot.

Luckily, with Roy supporting her, besides her swaying steps, no one seemed to notice anything unusual about Charlotte.

The two weaved around the edge of the crowd, finally arriving at a spacious, empty balcony.

The sunset at the Red Fortress was as beautiful as a poem, a magnificent sight. Standing on this balcony, one could witness the entire world sinking under the evening gloom.

But at this moment, the sun had long set, and above them was nothing but the boring, ubiquitous dark night sky.

Charlotte stepped away from Roy, walking to the edge of the railing, staring blankly into the pitch-black night, letting out a faint, bitter sigh.

“It seems like we can’t see it anymore.”

The evening wind tousled her hair; when the girl turned around, there was no longer a trace of her previous arrogance, only an overwhelming sorrow and fragility that couldn’t be shaken off.

Like a candle that was about to flicker and fade into the night.

“What… were you doing just now?”