I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 88

Chapter 85: Falling into the Night

“What’s the deal with that woman just now?”

Charlotte’s icy words sent chills down Roy’s spine.

“I was just strolling along when she suddenly latched onto me, begging me to save her, and then she just snuggled right into my arms! I have no idea what happened!” Roy said, throwing his hands up in innocent confusion.

In broad daylight, where did this woman come from, bumping into him like a battering ram? What was he supposed to do?

Even Roy felt this whole situation was utterly ridiculous.

Sure enough, Charlotte raised her chin slightly and snorted dismissively, clearly not buying it.

The whole scenario looked more like he had been taking advantage of an innocent girl.

If he didn’t handle this right, he could ruin all the trust and goodwill he had built up to this point! The thought made Roy increasingly anxious.

However, to Charlotte, this was all quite simple.

“She just snuggled right into your arms without a word…” Charlotte squinted, her tipsy brain zeroing in on the main point.

Based on her years of romance novel experience, that woman had to be a scheming homewrecker!

No wonder, Roy was a lion-hearted knight; good looks and an impeccable family background made him pretty popular with the ladies.

But that woman took it way too far, dressing provocatively and practically diving into Roy’s arms!

The most infuriating part was that Roy actually pushed her away but seemed a bit moved!

Why? How come?

What did she lack compared to that random schemer?!

The more Charlotte thought about it, the angrier she got; the drunken haze only intensified her fury.

She spun around to face Roy, narrowing her eyes, and asked intently, “Was she pretty?”

“Huh?” Roy paused, confused by the sudden question, but instinctively replied, “Not pretty.”

“Not pretty, yet you let her… She did that…” Charlotte bit her tongue, struggling to form coherent thoughts, but the meaning was crystal clear.

“No, it was just an accident, I swear!”

“I don’t care!” she suddenly shouted, unleashing all her pent-up emotions.

“It was supposed to be me first! We agreed to watch the sunset together, and yet you were off doing who knows what with that woman! Clearly, you don’t even…”

At first, Charlotte was fierce and domineering, like a lioness, but halfway through, she began to stumble over her words, her voice trailing off as tears welled in her eyes, the redness creeping across her cheeks showing just how hurt she felt.

Roy was getting more and more confused.

He understood why Charlotte was angry, but the reasons didn’t quite add up in his mind.

This little princess was definitely drunk.

Arguing with a woman is pointless, especially when she’s tipsy.

Given that half of the awkward situation was over, it seemed wise to just let things be; maybe discuss it once Charlotte sobered up tomorrow?

Right now, it was just the two of them on the balcony, but who knows when someone else might stroll by and catch sight of Charlotte in this drunken state? That would surely embarrass the royal family.

Not to mention, leaving a drunken girl out in the chilly night air wasn’t a good idea either.

As the cold wind blew, Charlotte, who had been glaring at him, let out a tiny sneeze, her fierce demeanor crumbling in an instant.

“Then tell me, what’s so great about her?! What makes her better than me?!” Charlotte demanded relentlessly.

The conversation had strayed far from where it started, and Roy could only chuckle bitterly. “Charlotte, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk! Just answer my question!” Charlotte shook her head furiously.

She wouldn’t let it go until she got an answer.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you get back.” Roy gave in to communication, deciding a firmer approach was needed, intending to support her directly.

Her slim arm felt as slippery as an eel, and she wriggled free multiple times.

After much effort, he finally managed to hold her arm, but Charlotte suddenly shoved him away, glaring at him. “I told you, I’m not drunk!”

The force behind that push was surprisingly strong.

Roy stumbled back a few steps, staring at her in shock.

Caught in the gaze of her wounded and confused eyes, Charlotte started to regain her senses, realizing her slip-ups.

Deep down, she knew.

Roy could like whoever he wanted; she was the one being unreasonable.

Charlotte had never been in love, never experienced that youthful heart flutter, and had no clue how to act. She just held onto lovely fantasies, hoping Roy would be as loyal as a knight in shining armor.

But when she saw that girl in the green dress, the reality hit her hard: perfect knights like the ones in novels don’t exist, there are no destined couples, and she wasn’t the only girl who liked Roy.

It was just that Roy was too perfect and too kind, and she had gotten lost in it all.

She should be apologizing.

Shame and anxiety swelled up inside, and the words of apology became tangled in her throat, evading her.

Suddenly, Charlotte didn’t know how to face Roy anymore; she just wanted to escape from those dark, penetrating eyes. “You’re right, I really am drunk.”

“Then let me take you back.” Roy’s tone was light, as if he didn’t care about being pushed away just moments ago.

But the more indifferent he acted, the more it hurt Charlotte’s heart.

“No, I-I’ll go back myself!”

Charlotte pressed her fingers together, bringing them to her lips to whistle.

Maybe it was the booze fogging her head, but she struggled to whistle a few times before finally getting it right. Before long, a golden-red griffin swooped through the night and landed on the balcony.

“I’ll go back myself!”

“Are you sure?!” Roy immediately became worried.

Riding a griffin wasn’t like taking a leisurely stroll; her late-night “driving under the influence” was plain unsafe.

But the more concerned Roy was, the more flustered Charlotte became.

“Ugh, I swear if I can do it, I can do it!”

Ignoring Roy’s protests, Charlotte took to the griffin in her high heels, wobbly steps revealing her black thigh-high stockings and soft, creamy thighs. It took some effort for her to mount the griffin.

She didn’t even notice how unstable she was, as if she could fall off any second.

“See! I told you I’m fine!”

“Fine? Not a chance! Get down!” Roy’s heart raced with worry as he rushed to pull her down.

Roy’s anxious demeanor oddly comforted Charlotte.

At least at that moment, her silhouette was reflected in those dark, caring eyes.

Instinctively, Charlotte tried to dodge Roy, shoving him away, but in that very moment, her foot slipped from the stirrup, and she pitched backward.

“Whoa…”

Charlotte felt herself levitating for a split second before the next moment had her tumbling backward over the railing, plummeting into the endless dark.

Panicking, she had missed one last chance to grab hold of the reins, engulfed by the depth of her fear.

“Oh, hell no!”

But in that split second, Roy leaped beyond the railing, reaching out to grab her arm with all his might.

He actually cared about her.

But what was she doing?

Warmth and guilt twisted into a thousand unuttered words, too late to express.

Then, in mid-air, Roy wrapped his arms around her completely.

“Roy, no…!”

With a cry of desperation, they both fell into the boundless night.