#5. The Law of First Impressions (4)

The warmth of the black jacket draped over her knees finally brought Eleonore back to her senses.

Wait, what’s this jacket? Did that guy—did that man just take off the jacket he was wearing and give it to me?

This was the kind of scene you’d expect only in some high school romance web drama, and one that was painful to watch even as a viewer. Yet here she was, experiencing it firsthand as the heroine.

The weight of it was too much for Eleonore’s delicate body, and she soon began to tremble.

“The spring breeze is rather cold. My lady, if there’s more you’d like to discuss, let’s continue inside.”

Even his next line was unbearably cheesy. It was enough to make her want to greet the filet mignon she’d eaten earlier like an old friend. Eleonore shook her head vigorously, pulling herself back to her senses.

Maybe it was because she was a man. For an ordinary woman, this might have been a heart-fluttering moment. It might have been even more so for the original Eleonore—or any woman in this world.

But to her, Dmitri’s warm consideration did nothing but give her goosebumps.

“Th-then. I had a lovely time today, Your Grace. I think I’m not feeling well after being out in the cold for so long, so I’ll excuse myself! I’ll excuse myself first!”

Dmitri looked taken aback as Eleonore suddenly began stumbling over her words...