Whether he was aware that Ayla was still in the office, he stopped talking.
Catching a hint, Ayla turned her head slightly, and Theon was quietly staring at her, with sharp eyes.
"Aren't you going? Is the exit that far?"
"Hahaha I am going. I'm going."
At his words, Ayla quickly gave a silent bow and walked out of the room.
As Theon looked back at him after confirming that Ayla had left, Louis opened his mouth, brushing off his smile.
"I hate my Father as much as you do."
***
She tried to hear the sound from inside with her ears sticking to the door of Theon's office, but perhaps it was well soundproofed as she couldn't hear anything.
Why on earth is he here.'
Staring at the firmly closed door, Ayla bit her lower lip.
Quite a bit of time passed, but still, she couldn't hear any sound coming from the inside.
Click.
Ayla, who was turning around, drooping her shoulders in resignation, heard the doorknob behind her opening.
As she turned her head, Louis, with his well-kept red hair, came out the door alone.
After making eye contact with him, Ayla quickly grabbed his hand and walked to the balcony in the corner.
"It hurts, Young Lady."
As they entered the balcony, Ayla let go of Louis' wrist that she had been holding.
Ayla was silently glaring at him, who was smiling while feigning pain, choosing her words carefully.
After a long time, Ayla, who was giving off a cold energy towards Louis, slowly opened her mouth.
"Why are you in the Royal Palace?"
"I guess you listened well? You didn't lose it."
He gave an irrelevant answer, as if he had no intention of answering Ayla's question.
Louis reached out and touched the garnet bracelet on Ayla's left arm but did not answer the question she asked.
"Don't change the subject!"
"Hm I came to get a job."
"A job?"
"Yes. A job. I'm a little short on money these days."
Louis answered Ayla's question, smiling softly.
Ayla snorted at Louis' words, as if they were absurd.
Short on money? You?'
Louis' words were truly, very, extremely ridiculous.
Louis Daniel, the only son of Duke Holt Daniel, has no money?
Louis Daniel, who opened his eyes to investment from an early age and easily increased the initial amount of money by dozens of times, has no money?? That's ridiculous.
If he wants to lie, he must do his best in the first place; this was such a perceptible lie that it was even difficult to pretend to be deceived.
Looking at Ayla looking at him, in a bad posture with her arms crossed, Louis laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he were having fun.
Louis, who had gotten closer, tapped his finger on the tip of Ayla's nose and smiled gently.
"I came because I missed you."
""
"I wanted to see you, but my Young Lady cannot come out easily Is there a way? I have to enter the Royal Palace myself."
Different from Louis' warm words, Ayla's expression sank heavily.
In the blowing wind, Ayla's black pearl hair fluttered, drawing a curve.
***
Theon's gaze, as he looked at the window, turned cold.
Beyond the window, the young man and woman were looking at each other silently.
A black dress with a white apron and black pearl hair rolled up high.
Theon's gaze was on Ayla.
Soon, Theon turned around and sat down nervously, pressing hard on his temples with his long fingers.
I hate my Father as much as you do.'
What Louis had said a while ago lingered on Theon's mind.
Since one of his secretaries quit, Theon's job has doubled, and he was wondering if he should hire a new secretary; so his proposal was quite tempting.
Louis Daniel had good qualifications. No, excellent.
Usually, second-generation aristocrats often wasted time at social parties and banquets, carrying the funds and authority of their families on their backs, but Louis was a talented person who graduated at the top of a prestigious school recognized by the Stellen Kingdom.
Unlike Duke Holt Daniel, who values only power and honor, his honest and considerate personality was well-known within the Kingdom.
"He hates his father.."