Chapter 8 (1/2)
Chapter 8
I stared blankly at Ophelia, who even seemed elated. I could not believe my ears.
…What? Wh—Who?
What is she saying…?
At my reaction, Ophelia just laughed softly. She had an angelic smile that could bring the dead back to life, though it only gave me a headache.
‘What the hell is she talking about now?’
I hurriedly shook my head.
“There is no way I would like him. What the hell made you think that?”
Surprised, she opened her eyes wide.
“Isn’t it like that?”
“Absolutely not.”
Ophelia raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
“But, sister said it before, ‘bring me a really handsome man, and I will marry him!’”
Ah.
I shut my eyes tight before opening them slowly.
It was because I remembered a few months ago. Tired of my madness, my parents thought that getting married would make me less demented.
So, I, who was in danger of suddenly becoming a married woman, demanded if the person I was going to be married with was a handsome man, I would make a fuss at the ceremony.
“I did say that. But, the writer…”
“Actually, I did not think there was such a man who would meet sister’s standards like that…”
Ophelia was speaking her words without even breathing.
“However, I knew the moment I saw him. The reason why you said that was because you loved him!”
“….”
I was speechless.
Because…
‘Mother, I can’t marry this man. ‘
‘Why not? Look, aren’t his looks as good as you wanted? I have heard that he has a docile temperament to accept even your picky temper.’
‘I like black hair.’
‘What…?’
‘I also like the mysteriously shining golden eyes. Overall, I hope he will give off a languid and seductive atmosphere.’
’….’
‘Oh, it is only natural that his nose and chin have to be perfect—like a sculpture. I wouldn’t marry him unless he was handsome enough that I was enchanted the moment I saw him.’
I must be out of my mind…
As all the memories came to my mind, I groaned.
In order to escape from my parents, who were pushing all kinds of handsome men in the world to me, I recited the praises for the appearance of the male protagonist in the original work as I recalled them…
It was not the conversation that I had in front of Ophelia, but she seemed to have been secretly eavesdropping.
At my silence, Ophelia said, her eyes twinkling.
“So, don’t worry. I have no intention of presumably pursuing him!”
* * *
“It is all done, Miss Evelyn.”
He could hear the locksmith’s greeting after finishing his work.
Cassius’ eyes lit up.
Evelyn suddenly wanted to cover his mouth with a cloth, so he did not expect such a move. Again, she has always exceeded beyond his imagination.
Who would have thought that there was a Young Lady who would imprison the well-known Cassius Brudenell?
Evelyn’s ferocious voice was heard.
“Good work. I paid the remuneration earlier, but because you did a good job.”
Then, a rattling sound followed.
Obviously, it was gold.
“Oh, thank you!”
The locksmith made a fuss and thanked her profusely.
Moments later, Evelyn came in triumphantly, lifting the tent, and hurriedly unwrapped the cloth covering Cassius’ mouth.
“No one will be able to come in anymore. Of course, you will not be able to go out, too. So, do not even think about making a false move.”
Cassius gazed up at Evelynn and smiled obliquely.
“I was just joking around with Miss Ophelia, but didn’t you like it that much?”
“….!”
Evelyn’s face hardened in an instant.
She licked her lips as if wanted to say something important though she could barely utter a single word.
“…The bandage, I’ll change it for you.”
“I will do it myself.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“Since you have not fully recovered yet, I will do it.”
He enjoyed Evelyn’s gaze as she carefully changed the bandages, examining his wounds.
“Why isn’t it getting better…?”
As she muttered softly, Cassius shrugged his shoulders.
“How am I supposed to know what?”
“…Sir, have you been picking through the wounds?” Evelyn said, narrowing her eyes and looked up at Cassius.
Though he only laughed weakly.
“If the wounds were not to heal, I would get sepsis and die. I am not stupid enough to do that.”
“That is true…”