The Young Male Protagonist Who is Destined for Ruin Fell for Me - Chapter 35

Vanessa stared at Kyle with wide, innocent eyes, her expression slowly morphing as she replayed his words in her mind. Her brows knitted tightly, and her lips pursed in disbelief.

“Unlucky?” she finally sputtered. “Well, that’s… charming.”

Kyle’s voice remained level, but his tone carried an edge. “What kind of accident causes my fiancée’s hair to be hacked off so severely?”

Vanessa hesitated, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. But how could she explain? That she’d spat gum directly onto Amel’s hair, then resorted to cutting it off with a smuggled knife when the gum wouldn’t come out?

Her silence betrayed her, and Kyle’s piercing gaze bore into her. “Stay away from my fiancée from now on.”

Without another word, he turned, his back straight and his tone final. Vanessa remained frozen, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. Their first meeting had ended in disaster—one Amel would undoubtedly find hilarious.

As Kyle made his way out of the detainment room, he noticed something peculiar. A group of young noblewomen, their eyes sparkling with an intensity he rarely encountered, were staring unabashedly at him.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, his voice polite but distant.

The ladies giggled and whispered among themselves. They were the very same women who had heard Amel’s embellished tales of her “first night” with Kyle.

‘The emperor’s madness knows no bounds,’ Kyle thought, his irritation bubbling under the surface. ‘Arresting so many noblewomen over a missing necklace? Typical.’

The women, meanwhile, were utterly captivated.

‘Duke Chyeld, the dashing fiancé of Lady Amel. Swooping in to rescue her from the depths of the detention room!’

‘So romantic!’

Kyle was about to leave when Amel appeared, carrying a bundle of documents. “I’ve finished the paperwork, Kyle,” she announced with a warm smile.

“The carriage is waiting just outside,” he replied, his expression softening the moment his eyes met hers.

The noblewomen sighed audibly, clutching their hands to their chests.

“See? They’re so in love.”

“What a perfect couple!”

Kyle caught the murmurs and chuckled under his breath. First love? Yes, he had fallen for Amel at first sight. But it wasn’t just her beauty that had pierced his heart—it was her words. Words that had etched themselves into his soul like a brand.
As he guided Amel to the carriage, a single thought lingered. They think it’s mutual. The idea of “first love” being shared between them made his chest tighten with warmth.
“Thank you for coming, Kyle,” Amel said softly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Kyle’s heart swelled. “Amel,” he began, his voice teasing, “what exactly did you tell those young ladies?”

Amel stiffened, her mind racing. Could she confess she had fabricated a scandalous tale to redirect their gossip? No. She needed to tread carefully.

“It’s… embarrassing,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze.
Kyle’s smile widened. The sight of her, flustered and bashful, was utterly endearing. “So, you’ve admitted it. You fell for me at first sight.”

“What?”

Amel froze, staring at him as though he’d sprouted a second head. His expression was pure joy, a boyish grin lighting up his face.

There was no misunderstanding his words. There was a misunderstanding in the circumstances—but looking at how much he adored her, Amel thought, Does it even matter?

For once, she remained silent, simply watching him. She’d sort out the truth later. For now, she’d enjoy the rare sight of Kyle’s unguarded happiness.

A few days later, life had resumed its chaotic normalcy. Amel found herself rushing to prepare for an early morning appointment, her determination surprising even Kyle.

“You’re up this early? Where are you off to, Amel?” he asked, mildly curious.

“I’m heading to the palace,” she replied, fastening her cloak. “They want to question me about the missing Harmonia necklace.”

Kyle frowned. “My schedule clears by noon. I could accompany you.”

Amel waved him off with a laugh. “Don’t cut your work short for me. I can handle this alone.”

She climbed into Chyeld’s luxurious carriage and gave the order to the driver. “Take me to the central market first.”

The driver raised a brow. “Lady Amel, surely your shopping can be handled by the staff?”

Amel shook her head, smiling. “It’s not just shopping. I like to see the market with my own eyes. Who knows? It might come in handy for my future ventures.”

With a resigned chuckle, the driver flicked the reins, and the carriage set off.

Amel leaned back, the plush seats cradling her comfortably. She retrieved a stack of papers from her bag. The Chyeld family’s carriage was so steady that it made an ideal workspace.

Amel had recently taken up a side job as a columnist for the Hyle Times, and this draft was her latest submission. She read through her words carefully, ensuring they were sharp and engaging.

“I hope they like it,” she murmured to herself.

Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, the emperor’s mood was grim. The loss of the Harmonia necklace had spiraled into a full-blown crisis.

His fingers drummed against the armrest of his throne as he reviewed a list of individuals who had been near the necklace when it vanished. One name stood out, and his lips curled into a sinister smile.

“Amelia Diane.”

The emperor saw an opportunity. Framing the fiancée of Duke Chyeld for the theft could serve two purposes: undermining the Chyeld family’s power and extorting a hefty ransom.

“Summon Count Gargoyle,” he ordered, his voice cold. “We have a suspect to interrogate.”

He was blissfully unaware that Amel held a secret weapon—the truth. And more importantly, the fierce devotion of a certain Duke Chyeld.