I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead Chapter 161

“Anyway, it's a secret that I'm walking around at this hour. Understand?”

“Of course. You have my allegiance.”

“Good.”

Noel carefully arrived in front of the family room, being careful not to be noticed.

In his arms was the letter returned from Sir Jenkins.

It was a disrespectful letter that Noel wrote at will.

In fact, he did tell his father and brother about this letter, but he didn't say what exactly he wrote.

Because he was ashamed and embarrassed.

So Noel decided to keep this letter sealed in a place where no one could ever see it again.

Of course, after keeping his promise to his maternal grandfather.

[Go and read your letter to Victoria. She will probably laugh while holding her stomach.]

Would she really laugh?

During the day, Noel thought the sound of raindrops rolling on the ground was just like his mother's laughter.

But at night, the rain fell harder than the sound of laughter . . .

It sounds like anger now.

Thinking about it that way, Noel was somewhat afraid to enter the family room.

The time he hesitated a little longer as he dawdled around in front of the family room.

Just then, he heard someone walking down the hallway from afar.

Noel was startled and quickly went into the family room and quickly closed the door.

The room without a single light was very dark.

He followed his memory and pulled at the curtains over the window.

The light from the torch that was lit in the garden entered the room and soon the room became recognizable.

Noel looked around the family room slowly.

He is in a quiet room with no one . . .

“Hasp!”

No, it wasn't.

A pitch black shadow appeared on the sofa in the family room.

Noel opened his eyes narrowly and looked at the other person softly.

Who the hell was sitting here at this hour?

“Mo . . . ther?”

They said that if you earnestly asked for anything, it would be granted. Did his mother come to see him?

Noel's heart was beating rather quickly.

It wasn't fear. Maybe it was anticipation.

He stopped breathing and walked toward the black shadow.

He could not even hear the sound of the rain filling his ears.

However, as he got closer, the shadow gradually began to change into a figure familiar to his eyes.

“. . . Princess?”

He glanced at Rieta, who was sitting on the sofa.

He wondered why she was here, and in a very deep sleep too.

He bent down and looked into Rieta's face.

The regular breathing touched his cheek and it tickled.

She seemed to have fallen into a really deep sleep.

“Why are you here and not in your room?”

Noel grunted and walked over to the portrait of his mother hanging on the wall.

“Do you know why the Princess is here?”

He asked his mother, but no answer came.

But there was one thing that came to mind.

The fact was that Rieta was also present when his maternal grandfather asked him to read his mother the letter.

Did she know that Noel would come here and had waited for him?

He glanced at Rieta, who was still asleep.

This naughty Princess.

Not forgetting to mouth the words rather than speaking them out loud.

“Don't listen too much to what I wrote. It's embarrassing.”

After Noel had said that, he quietly recited the contents of the letter he had written.

Fortunately, it was a short letter, so it didn't take long.

“Maternal grandfather said that Mother would like it very much. Did you have fun?”

Noel put his hands together in a prayer.

“Then please let it rain a lot. Because if this happens, Father will never be able to rest like you want him to.”

Noel dared to use his mother's letter to plead.

Was it an answer to prayer? It rained a little harder.

Perhaps it was Noel's misunderstanding.

Noel folded the letter neatly in his pocket and turned to Rieta.

“Wake up, Princess. You should go to your room and sleep.”

Noel said so in a rather loud voice, but Rietta did not move.

How well could she sleep?

“If you catch a cold again . . .”

He reached right in front of Rieta and spoke, but at some point, he stopped on the spot and held his breath.

He unknowingly glanced at Rieta's face closely.

Like he did a while ago.

But what came to his mind was quite different.

The words on his mother's letter passed by.

It was about the tender kiss left on the cheek.

That was weird.

A kiss was just a temporary touch and fall, but his mother said she would keep it 'forever'.

Maybe Rieta would too.

Will she keep it forever?

He suddenly thought of such a question, but he quickly shook his head.

Why was he having such useless thoughts?

This was because Rieta's cheeks look as soft as white bread.

It looked like it had butter inside?

Ugh.

He couldn't stop staring at Rieta, who was still sleeping, even though he grunted at her.

Weird . . . feeling.

It was very nice, but it was also kind of petulant.

Feeling very different emotions all at once, he hesitated about how to treat the girl in front of him.

. . . He was hesitating? Nonsense.

Rieta was his best friend.

Chapter end