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Caesar had come by, standing behind her, seemingly on the verge of saying something, but ultimately, he turned around and left.
Whispers began circulating in the palace, saying that the groom had fallen ill with a high fever, causing the wedding date to be postponed.
As nightfall approached, another maid came over to her side.
"Please eat something," the maid said roughly.
"No," Hedy replied coldly.
The next moment, a maid's uniform was thrown into her lap.
"Better hurry up," Leonardo winked at her, using his large skirt to shield her from view. "Don't speak, just follow me and keep your head down."
Hedy abruptly looked up, clutching the clothing so tightly she could barely speak.
Leonardo—?!
He had shaved off all his stubble, and his curly hair now flowed on either side of his face like a Roman's, with some makeup seemingly left on his face.
"Change your clothes," he instructed.
Hedy quickly glanced back and noticed that the door had been closed. It was the time for the shift change, and he had used the excuse of helping her bathe and change to send the other maid off to fetch hot water.
Without hesitation, she turned her back to him and began removing her elaborate gown.
Her butterfly-like back was revealed as the clothing fell away, exposing a perfect waistline and curves as though blessed by the gods.
Leonardo, who had initially forced himself to look away to maintain his gentlemanly manners, couldn’t help but glance at her.
The shallow curve of her waist made one want to kiss and caress it, and her long legs were provocatively beautiful.
He took a deep breath and hid her discarded clothes under the bed.
Who was the idiot who claimed they had no interest in women?!
“How do we leave here?” Hedy lowered her voice, turning around and pointing to the window. “This place has six floors.”
“Through here.” Da Vinci pointed to the double-row cart he had brought in, which was used for carrying food and clean clothes. “Make sure to hold on tight.”
…Good thing she had been dieting for so many days.
Hedy curled up and squeezed into the small space where clothes were supposed to go. She was almost compressed like a can.
The clean linen cloth fell in two layers, completely covering her figure.
Da Vinci adjusted the skirt and then pushed the cart out.
Just as he reached the door, a guard called out to him.
“Hey—” The man chuckled as he approached. “That killjoy Laval’s old hag finally left. Where did this beautiful girl come from?”
The real beauty, curled up like a crab under the table, said nothing.
In the light, the brunette beauty had fair skin and a slight frown in her eyes, exuding a mature aura.
Tall and slender, she looked like an easy catch.
Seeing that Da Vinci didn't answer, the guard assumed he was shy and reached out to pinch his backside.
