Chapter 105
A wide, playful grin stretched across Claude’s lips, his eyes crinkling mischievously. Felice couldn’t take her gaze off his face, swallowing nervously.
The moment the sunlight hit his blue eyes, Claude braced himself on the ground as if preparing to climb out of the pond, and Felice squeezed her eyes shut in a panic.
Lying in wait?
Lying in wait?
Felice gripped the shovel in both hands and pointed it at him, just in case.
“N-no lessons today!”
Felice declared, keeping her eyes shut tight.
“Oh? And why not?”
She heard water dripping onto the grass, then his footsteps moving away. A moment later, the sound of fabric told her he was finally getting dressed, and she let out a sigh of relief.
“I have to gather dandelions today.”
She slowly lowered the shovel and opened one eye slowly.
Claude was crouched in front of her, eyes level with hers, and gave a gentle tap of his finger on her nose.
“So if you finish picking all the dandelions, that means lessons are okay?”
He asked, wearing his shirt like a jacket.
Felice hesitated.
“Well, after I pick them, I’ll need to dry the petals…”
“Hmm…understood.”
He nodded and then took the shovel from her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you needed to dig up dandelions, didn’t you?”
“Uh… yes?”
Claude flashed a bright smile.
“We should finish quickly so I can start our lesson with you, Miss Felice.”
“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”
Felice stretched both hands toward the shovel now in his grip. But Claude simply lifted his arm out of her reach.
“Are you trying to avoid our lesson?”
Claude asked with a grin. His voice was teasing and not serious but Felice still frowned.
“Of course not. But today… today I really do have to prepare these dandelion petals for drying.”
Felice pouted and reached again for the shovel. Claude didn’t budge.
“That’s exactly why. If you want your lesson, letting me help is the fastest way, don’t you think?”
Instead of the shovel, his face suddenly leaned in close.
Felice squeaked in surprise and jerked back, and Claude broke into laughter.
His damp hair swished around in loose clumps. He casually pushed it back from his forehead and looked at her with that infuriatingly calm gaze.
“At least you didn’t fall into the pond today. That’s a relief.”
“R‑right now…!”
Felice let out an incredulous laugh, then scowled.
“Are you teasing me?”
“I would never. I’m simply relieved you stayed out of the water.”
Still smiling, he propped his chin on his hand, settling in comfortably.
The look was so smug that Felice tried reaching for the shovel again. But then she sprang to her feet, seizing her chance.
Claude dodged effortlessly. In doing so, he knocked Felice off her balance.
Felice toppled straight onto Claude.
She let out a long scream. She landed fully on top of him, her face smacking into his bare chest. His shirt wasn’t buttoned at all so her cheek brushed against his warm skin.
“Ah…”
“Miss Felice, did our lesson already begin?”
Claude lay back on the grass, grinning up at her.
“N‑no!”
Felice finally wrenched the shovel from his hand.
But now his arm slid around her waist and held her firmly in place. She wriggled on his chest, insisting she needed to pick the dandelions.
“Then when will we have our lesson?”
“The lesson, the lesson is…”
Something firm nudged against her stomach.
Felice barely lifted herself just enough to look down.
Claude was already lifting his upper body, arms locked around her waist. Held snugly against his chest, Felice avoided his gaze. Now their lower bodies were pressed together.
“I’m ready for class… aren’t you?”
His face buried into her shoulder. Felice flinched and sighed softly
“Haa… Felice…”
It was the tone that meant he would start the class at any moment. And when Felice fell into his pace, there was no escaping him.
Coming to her senses, Felice grabbed his shoulders.
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