The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

Harrison was deep in thought.

The situation inside Graydon Palace seemed to be taking a turn for the worse.

He was tied up in a storage room alongside Theodore’s aide, Elderson, and the royal guards. Theodore’s fate was unknown, and Aurora had been dragged away without returning.

But what mattered more to him than Theodore or Aurora’s survival was Cherry’s.

He had followed them this far only because of Cherry. The only reason he had come here was because he was certain she would arrive at Graydon Palace.

And yet, what was this? A week had already passed. There was no telling when Cherry and Ethan would arrive—if they would arrive at all.

Then, as if summoned by some ghostly timing, the door to their prison swung open.@@novelbin@@

“Hey, Howard.”

Harrison tilted his head back to see past the strands of hair obscuring his vision.

Beyond the cracked lenses of his glasses, a man in the Devonshire Marquessate’s knight uniform stood before him.

“Prince Lloyd wants to see you. Come along.”

Harrison was dragged into a reception room where Prince Lloyd, Devonshire, Aurora, and a blood-drenched Theodore awaited.

He couldn’t quite grasp the situation. His eyes lingered on Theodore before shifting to Aurora.

Aurora sat beside Prince Lloyd, nonchalantly eating cookies.

Theodore was sitting there, covered in blood, yet Aurora was casually enjoying tea time? Something was off.

“Oh, don’t mind my dear brother,” Lloyd said, grinning. “We’ve been having some fun wagers. The loser gets to punish the other.”

Harrison’s confusion deepened. Theodore wasn’t the type to lose a bet to someone like Lloyd.

But Lloyd offered no further explanation. Instead, he turned his attention back to Harrison.

“I hear you have a close relationship with Cherry Sinclair. You’re the Sinclair family’s legal advisor, aren’t you?”

Harrison, still staring at Aurora with an expression of disbelief, didn’t respond immediately.

“There were three people I was searching for. One of them is already here.”