บททั้งหมดของ MY LOVE IS NOT BLIND: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Haakon and Mette opened the party with a speech of gratitude, mentioning several names specifically to pay their respects, including Raven and Edvin.Finally, they called the birthday boy to the front. Svvere Magnus slowly descended, accompanied by a servant. He had inherited Mette’s pale blonde hair, but his face was a replica of Haakon’s—slightly flat chin, high nose, and wide, friendly eyes.Those eyes squinted when he saw the crowd of guests below. Fear and shyness overcame him. He looked like he wanted to turn back, but noticing this, Mette quickly approached and coaxed her son forward.As Mette stroked Svvere’s head, briefly brushing aside his hair, Gia’s heart clenched. She caught sight of a hearing aid attached to his ear. The handsome little boy, it turned out, had a hearing im

Gia wanted to pour out all her frustrations at that moment, but then she remembered that Jasper was there. Quickly, she let go of Raven’s embrace and tidied up her appearance.Jasper didn’t seem to care. He remained in his usual position, hunched over, staring at his tablet.“Max, let’s go to Frogner Park. I think it’s somewhere nearby,” Raven said, aware of Gia’s discomfort with Jasper’s presence and wanting to find a more private place for them to talk.“Understood, Mr. Lindgren,” Max replied, pressing the GPS button to locate the park Raven mentioned. Sure enough, it wasn’t far away.“Where are we going?” Gia asked, wanting nothing more than to go home and bury herself under the blankets.

Gia stared sharply at Raven, full of determination. Raven, on the other hand, smirked with amusement."Bist du sicher?" (Are you sure?) Raven asked."Natürlich!" (Of course!)Cold sweat trickled down Gia’s back. This was her first time speaking in German."Geht... es... dir gut?" (Are you okay?) Gia asked, her German stumbling a bit as she formed the sentence."Mir geht es gut. Aber ist das nicht zu einfach? Ich wünschte, der Satz wäre schwieriger." (I'm fine. But isn't that too easy?

Gia again stroked the rich maroon wool gown, admiring herself in the mirror.Gia’s preference for modest gowns seemed perfectly ordinary for autumn, especially with winter just around the corner. A dress with a high neckline and a pleated skirt reaching down to her ankles wouldn’t look out of place.Sophie had deliberately chosen a dress with a flared skirt. That clothes won’t constrict Gia’s belly. Sophie’s reaction to Gia’s pregnancy was as exaggerated as Raven’s. The two of them barely allowed Gia to move.But after Gia convinced them that her health would suffer if she remained idle, they finally relented and allowed her to do her usual activities. After all, Gia understood her own body better than they did.

Two individuals older than Mette were the wives of nobles with the rank of Baron, a title lower than Count. But according to Raven, such matters no longer held any significance.Since Raven was no longer a Count, Gia didn’t need to do anything. Once again, Raven emphasized that they should not get involved in politics.Baroness Jonsson, a middle-aged woman, scrutinized Gia from head to toe. Her eyes were brown, almost yellow. However, her blonde hair seemed suspicious to Gia—it didn’t appear natural. It seemed dyed, likely to hide the grays.The other, Baroness Everling, was similar. While her mouth smiled warmly in greeting, her eyes critically assessed Gia’s appearance from head to toe, judging her. The wrinkles around her lips deepened as she forced a smile, ensuring her perfect teeth were