#8. In Search of a Fateful Encounter (2)

After Eugenie hurriedly left, Eleonore stared blankly at the spot where she had been sitting.

Her attitude just now had been quite strange.

Honestly, there was nothing particularly odd about the question Eleonore had asked.

She had only asked what Eugenie thought of a man named Julian.

Even if Eleonore was clueless about the world of women, she knew well enough that there was nothing especially problematic about the question she had just asked.

Yet Eugenie’s answer to such an ordinary question, and the way she had tried to brush it off, had both seemed suspicious.

“Sigh… What could the problem have been?”

Slumping back against the sofa, Eleonore let out a quiet sigh and murmured to herself.

Nearly two weeks had passed since Eugenie came to the capital.

Of course, two weeks was hardly a long time. Even in that short stretch, though, Eugenie and Eleonore had stuck close together like a pair of lovers in the first flush of love...