About Your Pride and My Prejudice

Chapter 113: My Name

I dont know if its Troy.

At those words, the fluttering eyelashes stopped moving.

Phew, Alan.

Melissa.

Melissa smiled dejectedly at the low tone of the nonchalant answer.

Do you want to bring up the story of the novel you burned down again? Youre so shameless.

Thats my name.

Your name?

But Alan brought up an unexpected story.

I told you I was an adoptee. I wasnt Alan Leopold from the start.

Huh? Then Troy.

It was my name when I was an abandoned orphan. There was no last name.

It was a voice that didnt sound like a lie. Did Alan ever lie to her in the first place?

She barely opened her mouth, who had been licking her lips for a long time trying to find words to answer.

I-I didnt know. In the novel <Fugitive>.

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Its a famous novel

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I-I really didnt know, I thought it was.

Alan couldnt figure out why Melissa was so flustered. Did she think she touched the wound?

He just thought she was cute, squeezing her in his arms, soaking up all of her body.

Its okay.

But if he says shes cute here, her face will turn red again and shell hit his chest. With a small soft fist like a ball of cotton.

Alan, who tried hard to hold back his laughter, skillfully cleared his mind. A gentle whisper followed.

The day I rescued you from the cold snow.

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The notebook that you always carry with you.

When he read her notebook as she slept softly in his carriage.

What words can describe that amazing feeling he felt that time?

It wasnt just the fact that the woman who loved him so much was making her own story out of a person who was obviously Alan Leopold.

Troy?

Alan Leopolds disgrace. Deep in his heart, a perfect resemblance of his was throwing up the clumsy feelings and sincerity that he had hidden so much that he could forget. To dismiss it as mere coincidence.

The inexplicable shock made him feel certain conviction. To Melissa Collins, this reckless, foolish, mysterious woman who ran barefoot in the middle of a deserted snow.

The cursed life, where he didnt know how to stop as he ran with the pain in his lungs breaking in the darkness without an exit. He suffers from one goal supported by evil as a milestone, but he has only walked the given path.

But Alan realized that he actually needed a place to lean on, the moment he wanted to lean on this little woman.

He thought it was ridiculous, but he felt like she could teach him all the reasons for his life that he didnt even know. Why does he have to endure this life of deceit and anxiety? He wonders if he will be able to achieve the ideal he has longed for after going through this hardship.

Maybe he just wanted to believe it, but it didnt matter now. Alans soul, which had been trembling all his life in the deep darkness, had no intention of missing a ray of light and warmth that he had first discovered.

After that day, he spent less time sleeping, willingly to overwork in the midst of his overflowing work, and even mobilized those who permeated the streets like moss just to watch Melissa Collins.

As Alan Leopold, there was a reason why he didnt get close. In order to prevent damage to his reputation for holding the family in the future because that was his only goal.

However, in reality, he did not want to give filthy humans the limelight and decoration to a woman who lives like grass in his own small world.

Therefore, he had no choice but to hover around in an unfamiliar appearance while hiding his identity.

But she was deeply in love with him, so she would be glad he took the time for her. No matter what he looks like or in what way.

And he too enjoyed every moment of watching Melissa.

It was unintentional that Alan suddenly stepped into her life.

Just as people often visit art galleries and calmly appreciate their favorite paintings, he also intended to quietly look into Melissas late face or trivial daily life.

Until a man shows up.

Unlike him, the man seemed to belong in the same world as her and he was so angry that he couldnt stand it. So, unlike his usual self, he lost his composure and showed himself to Melissa Collins.

He just became an idiot who talks to the artwork. It cant be love.

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Melissa.

Alan, who felt her shoulder flinching on his arm, stopped talking and asked.

Were you scared because of me?

Well.

While Melissa hesitated to answer, he said in a tone as serene as a winter lake.

Even then, you would have loved me.

What arrogant prejudice have you got?

Alan, love is not an indulgence.

I wanted to know you.

But.

I wanted to protect you.

Closed and bizarre thinking that doesnt understand that goodwill and good intentions can also cause fear. The moment the voice, which was so twisted that it sounded so pure, was about to be appalled.

If you need an apology, Ill do as much as you want.

He whispered in an earnest voice.

You teach me how, Melissa.

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She thought. Alans apology may be a loving effort, but not a genuine reflection. His feelings are by no means perfect.

But one thing was clear. That his deficiency is the weight and shade of a brilliant coffin called Leopold. Little Troy couldnt have hoped for the crown, much less.

Then, how should she face his shadow when she loves Alan Leopold?

Alan.

Melissa, who was struggling to the point where her fine forehead was frowned, managed to move her lips.

It wont be easy, but I.

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I want to understand you.

Alans deficiencies, which seemed infinitely perfect from a distance. She loved him for nearly a decade, but she didnt know any of his wounds and pains. Because she thought there would be no dark side to him who was brilliant.

So he wasnt the only one who was obsessed with prejudice.

Although the scar will remain, she hoped she could be the one who would apply daily medication and treat it well so that Alans wound could heal. Right now, and in the future.

With that in mind, Melissa continued.

The fact that you knew me for a very long time, that you thought of me special and loved me enough to memorize my poems, that my novel gave you hope, and that I, at the age of twenty-one, finally became your lover.

Then Alan grinned and tapped Melissa on the tip of her little nose.

Breathe, Melissa.

Haa Its unbelievably overwhelming.

Oh no, I want to make you gasp again. With your lips.

In response to that languid answer, Melissa brought her intertwined hand to her lovers chest and hit it. Of course, there was no power. Alan laughed like a mist because he felt it was like a love confession.

Does this mean forgiveness?

This time Melissa burst into a sigh of laughter.

Huh.

Its ridiculous. What should I do with you?

Melissa shook her head quietly, but murmured in a refreshing voice.

Yes its all a long way off now.

Then Alan took the clasped hand to his lips and kissed on the back of her hand.

Youre Alan Leopold, so I understand you didnt come up to me like this. It wouldnt have been easy for you and me. And.

If I hadnt followed you around, I wouldnt have saved you from the snow.

My goodness.

It was both embarrassing and annoying. She couldnt believe he said the words that he has been following her around. Thatgreat Alan Leopold.

Theres nothing worse than that, Melissa.

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Alan solemnly added to Melissa, who was lost in her thoughts, thinking, I wish it was me who saved you from falling into an ice pond. stroking his rosy cheeks with a sullen gaze.

Even an artist is not allowed to go for a walk in such heavy snow. Dont do that again.

Ah.

As if she had thought of something, Melissa opened her lips.

In fact, that day I jumped in the snow thinking I wanted to be hugged by you. As if I was possessed.

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I looked like a foo didnt I?

Alan answered that immediately without any hesitation.

Yes, you could have come up and hugged me like crazy. I would have hugged you.

But just thinking about you used to hurt me. You hurt me so much. Even just by imagining it.

Well.

Alan shook his head slowly, turned around and hugged his little lover. Struggling under tight pressure, Melissa became quiet only after sticking her small face out over his broad shoulders.

Still, wasnt I kinder when I wasnt in Alan Leopolds form? I even brought you a letter and picked up a book before you asked for it.

Are you talking about that eerie mask and red hair?

Melissa gave a shrill voice, disgusted.

That gave me goosebumps!

Gave you goosebumps.

Alan whispered softly in a low tone with a smile.

Isnt that the same when its intolerably good?

What? Ah.

Only then did Melissa notice that he was standing up firmly. But his arms were wrapped around her with ridiculous force for her to pull herself apart.

As she shifted her gaze with a burning face, and his cold lips touched her neck. Next, the hot tongue.

Ugh.

Melissas shoulders flinched because the touch was so dense and sensual. The moment she recalled how he melted her like butter all night, her stomach was numb.

Alan!

Soon she felt the ripple-like goosebumps spread throughout her body. It was because Alan was breathing in with his head buried in the back of her neck.

I think youre getting goosebumps now, too.

That!

Alan, with a beautiful, insidious smile, shifted his posture. After laying her down on her back, Alans lips, starting from her neck, and kissing her shoulders, chest and ribs like a cat drinking water, reached her slim belly button, and even below it.

Ah.

So.

Before she realised it, Alan was looking down at her like a triumphant predator. Licking his wet lips with his bright red tongue

How do you feel when the person you loved so much loves you?

If youre trying to tease me, Ill go back to the room.

Alan, who looked down at Melissa who hurriedly dodged his gaze, smiled softly. Then he pointed to his lips and whispered in secret.

Cant you see this?

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I told you not to say anything you dont mean.

But it will be morning soon. If you dont sleep a little.

Alans mouth drew a beautiful arc as her light colored eyelashes trembled.

You wouldnt be in a position to worry about me.

Youre busy with work Hup.

Melissas fragile excuse was swallowed up without a trace. Again, Alan laughed silently at her small arms as they happily grabbed her neck.

This prevented him from hearing the answer she had evaded, but it didnt matter.

The person who loved me so much loves me. Because he knows what it feels like.

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