Maybe every boy has fantasized about this at least once—two beautiful girls sitting on either side of him, both focused solely on him.
And now, that fantasy was happening to Felyn in real life.
To his left, Adelina sat with her legs gracefully crossed, one hand resting gently on her knee. Her long, rose-tea-colored hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulder, exuding the refined grace of a noble heiress.
To his right, Dorothy leaned back with both hands braced against the chair, her lace socks swinging gently in the air. Her soft pink-and-purple pigtails framed her flawless face, making her look like a piece of candy wrapped in elegant paper.
But Felyn didn’t dare enjoy the view. He stared straight ahead, carefully avoiding eye contact with either of them.
In a situation like this, balance was everything.
He could feel the intense stares from both sides burning into his cheeks. If they were any hotter, sparks might’ve flown.
“Felyn, what kind of girl do you like?” Adelina repeated the question, her tone filled with anticipation.
It was a good question.
So good, in fact, that if he answered even slightly wrong, one of them would absolutely lose her mind—and he’d be in serious trouble.
“Ahaha, asking me something like that out of nowhere... I’m not sure how to answer.” Felyn tried to buy time, his mind spinning at top speed.
Stay calm, Felyn. It’s just one more client added to the list.
“We’re just curious, is all,” Dorothy chimed in. She was eager to hear Felyn admit his feelings—preferably for her—so Adelina would give up.
“Exactly. Once you say it, Her Highness can even help you find the perfect match,” Adelina added smoothly.
Her fingers gently brushed her knee as she thought, If the princess is so eager to play matchmaker, why not just officiate my wedding to Felyn?
What puzzled her was why the princess seemed so interested in Felyn. As far as she knew, this was their first meeting.
Still, that didn’t stop Adelina from fighting back.
She wasn’t some fragile noble girl. Even if her opponent was a princess, she wouldn’t back down—not in front of Felyn.
“The kind of girl I like, huh…”
Felyn finally spoke. The two girls turned their full attention to him.
“I like girls with a sense of purpose—girls who know what they want and work hard to achieve it. Even when they’re faced with difficulties, they don’t give up.”
“She smiles at everyone around her, and she’s able to take care of others’ emotions.”
Felyn chose his words carefully, keeping them vague but sincere.
Both Adelina and Dorothy quietly began comparing themselves to the description. The more they thought about it, the more convinced they were that Felyn was talking about them.
“Mr. Felyn, is there someone like that by your side right now?”
Felyn made a risky decision.
He wasn’t usually the gambling type, but this time… he decided to go for it.
Because until one of them got a clear answer, neither would back down.
And if they started comparing notes and figured out they were both his clients, well… his career might not survive the fallout.
“Yes, there is someone.”
Felyn paused, then gave a shy smile.
“I often see her working and studying late into the night. Slowly, I found myself drawn to her focused expression. I really admire her strength—how she stays composed even under pressure.”
“I’ve seen her frown. I’ve seen her smile. I’ve even seen her fall asleep at her desk.”
Both girls could hear themselves in those words.
Adelina had spent countless late nights at her desk, with Felyn often by her side. He had witnessed her every frustration and every quiet moment.
But it was the same with Dorothy.
The princess could only meet Felyn at night. Whether she was chatting with him or dealing with official paperwork, she often fell asleep right there on the desk. And Felyn always carried her to bed.
After finishing, Felyn nervously glanced at both girls, unsure if his answer had satisfied them.
Adelina lowered her head slightly, brushing a strand of rose-tea-colored hair behind her ear, biting her lip.
Dorothy’s cheeks had turned pink, her twin tails twitching with excitement. Her legs swung with renewed energy.
Both girls had the same thought at the same time.
He’s talking about me…
He’s obviously talking about me!
He practically said my name!
They locked eyes, and suddenly neither felt the need to argue further.
Felyn noticed the shift in atmosphere and finally let out a long breath of relief.
It was just like one of those personality tests—you list vague but flattering traits, and whoever reads them feels like it’s about them.
Since both girls were his clients, finding overlapping traits wasn’t hard. As long as he described those shared qualities, they’d each believe he was talking about them.
“I see.” Dorothy stood up with a satisfied look. “It’s getting late, Mr. Felyn. I should be going.”
She had gotten the answer she wanted. That was enough.
“Your Highness, I’m heading out as well. Let’s go together,” Adelina said, her gaze soft and lingering as it swept across Felyn’s face.
The two noble ladies walked toward the door, Felyn following behind to see them out.
Finally. I actually made it through this alive.
Dear heavens, please don’t ever let this kind of situation happen again. My heart can’t take it.
Felyn watched the door draw closer and closer. Just a few more steps and the crisis would be over.
Then, he suddenly felt a hand slip into his right.
He quickly looked down.
Dorothy, still walking beside him, had lowered her head and quietly laced her fingers through his.
What are you doing holding hands now, Your Highness?! What if Adelina notices?!
But a few seconds later, he no longer needed to worry about Adelina noticing.
Because his left hand had just been gently taken by Adelina herself.
The Light of House Claude.
The Princess of the Siveshus Empire.
Two of the most dazzling girls in the Empire were now each holding one of Felyn’s hands.
Neither noticed what the other was doing.
Adelina’s fingers entwined softly with his, like they were made to fit.
Dorothy, on the other hand, gripped his tightly, as if to declare, This man is mine.
Under the glow of the entrance light, the three of them cast long, overlapping shadows on the floor.
Felyn couldn’t enjoy a single moment of it. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
This… this has to be because of what I just said.
Stay calm. Stay calm!
He forced himself to keep walking like everything was normal, one hand holding each of the noble girls’.
And as if to reassure them both, he gently squeezed their hands in return.
Why me?! I was just trying to be a good escort! How did this turn into something straight out of a scandal?!
(End of Chapter)