Chapter: 223

Astelle confessed frankly, “But if I were the one holding the tea party, the Marchioness and her daughter would not be attending. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Vellian looked at Astelle with his suspicious eyes.

There was not a single lie on her pretty face.

But he is Vellian and he was not easily fooled.

“Then can you swear to me, Lady Astelle? You will never do anything bad to the Marchioness.”

“Sure.”

Astelle placed one hand on her chest with an innocent expression, as if she would never lie.

And she swore seriously, “I swear on my father.”

“Hey…… I know how your relationship with your father is, the Duke of Reston.”

Vellian glared at her with a suspicious look.

“Then, can’t I take someone else?”

“Who are you going to swear on?”

“I do not know……how about my grandfather, the Marquis of Carlenberg?”

Vellian pondered over who Astelle valued the most, and chose her maternal grandfather, the Marquis.

He thought about Theor, but he couldn’t bet the five-year-old child.

Astelle swore obediently, “I swear on my father and grandfather. I won’t touch the Marchioness until the tea party is over.”

Velian still had a grumpy face with doubts, but when he heard Astelle’s oath, he couldn’t argue anymore.

“I see. I believe you because you say that far.”

“Thank you.”

Astelle smiled contentedly.

Because Astelle will never use her hand anyway.

‘I don’t have to do it with my own hands.’

The Marchioness was quick-tempered.

Such a person is the type to self-destruct without being attacked.

Astelle only needs to create the opportunity.