37 An Eye For An Eye

"Back off, stay away from me!"

I swatted his hand away from attempting to touch my cheek, my expression filled with disgust.

Garfield's movement halted, but he didn't seem angered. Instead, he smiled as if nothing had happened.

In a deep, low voice, he said, "I'm really curious, Claire, what kind of enchantment you possess to make him favor you so much? Did you intentionally orchestrate that scene at the party to attract his attention?"

"If that's the case, I must applaud your wit and audacity. Even Maria couldn't achieve such a feat, to manipulate a prince's affection as if it were in the palm of your hand. Ha," he quirked his lips, and his green eyes, like those of a wolf, glinted with a cruel gleam.

"I missed out on a good show once, and I certainly won't miss a second one."

Listening to his condescending tone, my complexion grew darker with each word.

"Do you hold a grudge against Prince Louis?" I questioned.

"No, how could I?" Garfield smiled, wearing a mask of falsehood on his f