I’m Done Being Your Best Friend

a child, of why his legacy had to stop because of me.

He was acting as if he was the one who was wronged between the two of us.
He’s really infuriating.
I forced myself to donned a smile and decided to throw back a compliment as well.

“Is that so? Unlike what I’ve heard about the Count, your waist is very slim.”

I looked at his skinny form, scrutinizing it before saying calmly, “As if you tightened a corset around your waist.
Rather than noblemen, ah……you have a figure that would be the envy of the young ladies.”

Then I added while smiling, “It’s a compliment, a compliment.”

Because he was drinking tea, he choked at my words and coughed wildly.
It doesn’t matter.
You’re right to be offended.

Whatever you want to say, do it quickly and get out of here.
I asked George, who was seemingly agape, looking at me incredulously.

“By the way, what is it that you want from me?”

“Ah…!”

The Count was clearing his throat and took his time sipping the last of his tea.
I’m curious about what he’s going to say.
He showed a distracting behavior, such as stroking his chin, and finally, he spoke in a low voice as if he was telling a secret.

“I…
hope to have a meaningful relationship with Lady Sienna Nelson.”

“I beg your pardon?”

What do you mean by a meaningful relationship?

If you want a meaningful relationship, you should go to Daisy.
Why are you telling me this?

We were once married in our previous lives, but this is the first time we’ve seen each other today.
With astonishment, I asked, feigning calm as I could muster.

“What does that mean……?”

Was he a person who wants to be close to someone he met for the first time? Or was he like this to all the women he first met?

It was when I was in shock, recalling the past that had been horribly distressing.
He answered me with an unpleasant smile.

“It is for my successful engagement with Lady Daisy Moore.
She’s your best friend, isn’t she?”

“……”

I tried not to breathe a sigh of relief.
It was because of Daisy that I’d been more heedful of anyone’s intentions.
I must have been too conscious of my previous life.

Well, he said earlier that Daisy’s eyes were deep while pretending to praise me.
There’s no denying it that I’ll never be in his eyes.
If it was before, I’d be devastated, but now I feel nothing saved for the irritation of his incessant praises of Daisy.

I put on a bland smile on my face while George talked about her time and time again.

“You know that much more about Lady Moore, and sometimes friends share more than family.”

If it was the naive me from before that knew nothing, I would have been sincerely pleased by his words, proud even.
Because I used to feel the greatest joy of being the best friend of Daisy.

But now, they were words that I would not be happy to hear.

“I want to know more about her.
What kind of jewelry does she like? What kind of bouquets should I present to her? It’s even better if you put a good word for me.”

George still spoke in a low tone.
Why are you lowering your voice like this as if we were discussing conspiracies? As his voice was small, he leaned towards me across the center table.

I was so appalled that I blatantly backed away.
It was an unspoken sign not to come close.

“Well, I’m not really sure.
However…”

As George leaned back to his seat again, only then I was able to straighten out my posture.

How should I do this? I pondered for a moment and blurted out the words that left a nasty taste in my mouth.

“…
However, it’s Daisy’s heart that counts…”

Of course, I can do as he says.
If I do well with matchmaking Daisy and George, Daisy will become Countess Page.

But this would help George, wouldn’t it? Then refusing George would be beneficial to Daisy, and in this case, which side should I choose?