Chapter 13
Ten days later, the woman arrived at Claude’s mansion carrying simple luggage. She placed a bag larger than her own frame in the room and then, holding up her worn leather satchel—one she seemed to carry everywhere—she looked at Claude with a determined expression.
“When should we begin the lessons?”
Despite the nature of the lessons being on bedroom matters, she retained her confidence, clearly distinguishing between business and personal.
Claude let out a derisive chuckle but found himself curious about her boldness.
“We’ll start once you finished unpacking.”
So even if it’s about intimate lessons, lessons are still lessons.
She was said to be competent in this area…
* * *
The next day, Claude rested his chin on his hand.
Felice, having finished unpacking, sat in Claude’s study where the warm sunlight was completely blocked, stirring a long quill in her hand.
It was as if she was about to strike Claude—who had foolishly been curious about lessons on intimate matters—with the quill.
Felice began delivering a stern lecture on romance with the same strictness as the tutors Claude had known in his teens.
Contrary to what he expected, Felice maintained a poised posture like a noble lady from a prestigious family, blinking her eyelids gently as she spoke.
Of course, the content she recited was just as dull as those past tutors’ lectures.
Seeing Claude’s complete lack of experience in romance, she seemed determined to teach him the basics all over again.
“Harsh words toward women are a big no-no.”
At this rate, she might even start explaining the biological differences between men and women.
“As I mentioned earlier, most women…”
Felice, pointing to her notebook, seemed confused by the silence and turned to look at Claude. Her clear green eyes moved slowly before furrowing.
“Claude?”
“…”
Claude studied her white face, including her knitted brows, carefully.
He hadn’t really paid attention before, but Felice was quite beautiful. Even though her face wasn’t hidden behind a veil, he was only now truly noticing her appearance.
“Claude.”
Just as she firmly called his name and he was about to sigh, Claude smiled softly.
“I’m listening.”
“…What did I say?”
“In the end, you’re just saying to treat women with manners, right?”
“…”
Felice raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly, clearly not impressed.
“That’s right. Then, next…”
Felice went on to say the obvious just like how stealing makes one a thief.
Would this really help his love life?
Of course not. It would be of no help whatsoever.
This was the famed relationship coaching among high society women?
Claude thought the noblewomen’s praise must have been exaggerated as his mind wandered.
He had no real interest in her lessons and no intention of becoming good at romance.
Of course, the original plan was to play a mischievous prank to make the woman give up first, but now it seemed that just relaying the lesson content to his aunt would be enough to get Felice fired.
Claude wondered with a lighter heart how long he’d have to endure this tedious time.
“Ah… no.”
At that moment, Felice’s quill snapped.
Startled, she reached for a new one, and Claude looked at her with curiosity.
Come to think of it, how had he never heard the name of this famous enchantress in high society?
Surely among the women who’d spent nights with him, her name would have come up at least once in their endless gossip…
“Miss Felice.”
Felice flinched at Claude’s call as she dipped the new quill in ink.
“Yes?”
“The lessons…”
Claude began to speak slowly and deliberately, causing Felice’s startled green eyes to flash with urgency.
“Ah! You mean the bedroom lessons?”
Like a thief caught red-handed, Felice gave an embarrassed smile.
“Since the prince—no, Claude—has never been in a relationship, I thought we should start from the basics…”
“No.”
Claude looked down at Felice.
“I wanted to ask how long the lessons will last.”
“Ah…”
Felice blinked dazedly, then quietly turned her head to check the time.
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