Chapter – 07
âYour hands are so soft.â
âOh my, you too, darling.â
Startled by Cassianâs sudden remark, Eveline blushed.
Because Eveline remained still, Cassian could closely observe her hands.
No calluses.
Normally, a knightâs palms and knuckles would bear the marks of training. Even with excellent care, signs of wearâblisters, callusesâwould inevitably show.
Yet Evelineâs hands were smooth and polished, as if she had never labored physically in her life.
Was it simply that a ladyâs hands were naturally this delicate?
Her hand fit perfectly in his, small and dainty. It even had a faint, pleasant scent, and every time he gently rubbed the back of her hand with his fingers, the sensation was surprisingly delightfulâŠ
âIâm losing my mind.â
âPardon?â
âNothing. Madam, please join me for dinner.â
To chase away his inappropriate thoughts, Cassian quickly stood up, pulled out a chair, and seated Eveline.
Sheâs already someone elseâs. Focus.
Repeating the thought to calm his racing heart, he still found his gaze drifting toward her.
âWhy, darling?â
âNothing.â
Her normally easy-to-meet gaze now felt impossible to hold. His face flushed as he turned away, filled with confusion.
What is this feeling?
An impulsive craving. An unfamiliar emotion.
The more he pondered, the deeper he sank into this unknown swamp. Though he could not articulate it, one thing was clear: he needed distance from this âbaitâ for the time being.
He wasnât running awayâhe just needed to clear his head.
After escorting Eveline back to her room, Cassian hurriedly summoned Hans, tossing him a robe.
âPrepare for the inspection.â
âHmph, something feels off.â
Cassian had been acting strangely these past few days.
Since that meal in the dining hall, she hadnât seen his face.
Had their previous conversation caused discomfort? There had been a minor quarrel over the ledger, but otherwise, their relationship had been fine.
She thought they would return to her room after exchanging glances and holding hands in the dining hall, butâŠ
[Please, rest, Madam.]
He vanished like the wind, leaving nothing but this polite remark.
Already unsettled from not resolving the ledger issue, now she couldnât even see him.
She had hoped to spend tea time together, but his hair, his very shadow, was nowhere to be seen.
She let out a deep sigh.
âMadam sighs as she sits on the sofa, drinking her tea.â
âAnd loudly too!â
Her maidsâ eyes lit up as they began recording.
Did they think she couldnât hear them? Of course she could.
âItâs all audible.â
âWhoops!â
Mary and Rose both covered their mouths in shock, clearly asking how she had known.
Answering them in detail seemed tedious, so she only gave a casual reply.
âI can actually read peopleâs minds.â
âOh my! No wonder!â
âHmmm⊠thatâs why His Excellency has been avoiding you.â
These girls⊠dredging up memories she had tried to forget.
She briefly considered using a cane to educate them.
Wait, that makes me sound like a villain!
She shuddered at her own thought.
âHmm. Mary, Rose, what does my husband like?â
âHis Excellency? Not sure thereâs anything in particular.â
âHmmm⊠he seems indifferent to most foods.â
âWhat does he dislike?â
âSweet fruits.â
âEspecially orange ones?â
Wait, I gave him a lot of that at the dining hall!
[Darling, Harmon pairs well with sweet fruits.]
She had wanted to make the fruit more enjoyable, wrapping a red Harmon around a melon-like fruit for him.
At that moment, Cassian had shown no noticeable reactionâno acceptance, no refusal.
Then he unexpectedly took her hand.
And what happened?
His grip had tightened. She had instinctively wanted to twist his wrist, but realizing it was Cassian, she quietly blushed.
He wants me to feed him.
He kept his gaze fixed on her hand, avoiding eye contactâthere was no doubt.
Wanting to match his first attempt at intimacy, she took a crimson fruit from the plate, wrapped it with red Harmon, and fed it to him.
Using only one hand was awkward, but he accepted every piece she offered.
By the time half the plate was gone, he suddenly stood and gestured for her to eat as well.
[Madam, you should join me.]
She thought they had finally communicated well when he pulled out her chair.
âNo wonder heâs been so quiet.â
He had been suppressing his dislike to appear dignified in front of his wife!
She had misread the signalsâwhat she thought was him requesting more touches was actually him trying to endure something unpleasant.
I was wrong.
She had assumed he loved it, but he had only been tolerating it. She needed to apologize first.
The only problem: she had no idea when Cassian would return.
What should I do?
Lost in thought, she was interrupted.
âExcuse me, Madam.â
A knock preceded the arrival of the butler, Sebastian.
Sebastian, his graying hair neatly tied, bowed politely as he observed Eveline.
She appeared curious but had no suspicions.
Until the fake ledger was ready, Sebastian had avoided her, knowing she frequently requested it.
âAh, I heard you wanted to see the ledger.â
âYes. Is that the ledger tucked under your side?â
Astute as ever, he immediately noticed, even though the ledger was rolled up on purpose.
This kind of tension hasnât come around in a long time.
Sebastianâs hands were sweaty. His white gloves concealed it, but he felt like prey facing a top predator.
I canât give her the real ledger.
Though treated as the Duchess, Evelineâs true identity was Princess Selrdian and Cassian Hetusâ beloved.
In such a friendly situation, it might pass unnoticed, but if she regained her memories, things could change.
So Sebastian placed a fake ledger on the table, modeled closely after the real one.
âThis is the ledger.â
âYouâre giving it up so easily?â
âYes. Though I stubbornly resisted before, I now believe itâs right to hand it over.â
Eveline picked it up silently.
Her eyes examined it like a predator sizing up prey.
âThis looks too neat for a ledger. The ink doesnât even look aged.â
Damn!
In the rush to create the ledger, he had made a mistake. He maintained his composure, signaling the maids to cooperate.
âPreservation magic was applied to make it appear new, Madam.â
âExactly! The Dukedomâs preservation magic is extraordinary!â
âThe Dukedomâs magic rivals the Imperial Court!â
âI see.â
Though skeptical, Eveline let it slide, flicking her hand over it.
Sebastian bowed politely and left for the corridor.
âHow did it go?â
Sophia, pacing nervously outside, rushed to ask Sebastian upon seeing him.
âFor now, it seems fine.â
Sebastian gave a reassuring look and recounted the events with Eveline.
After hearing the explanation, Sophiaâs expression relaxed.
âSo weâve cleared this hurdle.â
âYes. She may notice eventually, but aside from crucial secrets, itâs essentially the truth.â
âStill, isnât this problematic?â
They began tallying the ledger, covering past and upcoming dues, uncollected taxes, and various pending payments.
Though there were some gains, there were significant losses as well. Looking at the dense negatives, surelyâŠ
âAhhh!â
They recognized the voice and dashed toward its source.
âMadam!â






