Chapter 143 (1/2)

Kyle flicked the papers irritably, and Paul, who had been observing him, slipped a few words. “Come on, Captain, I’m asking just in case-”

“If you’re going to ask useless questions, don’t open your mouth.”

Unfazed by his sharp retort, Paul asked firmly.  “You’re not really on that terms with Lady Asil, are you?”

“If so, then what will you do?” Kyle spat out thoughtlessly, but then saw the dismay of his subordinate and realized he had made a mistake.

“Oh, my god, again, the Minister had a vision…”

“Don’t return to the capital and talk nonsense, Paul.”

“You didn’t even deny it!” Paul’s voice grew louder. Instead of soothing his subordinate’s shock, Kyle turned his head out of the window. He felt uncomfortable in an instant.

Although the words fell out of his mouth undeliberately, Kyle wasn’t sure exactly what the relationship was with him and Noah, too. It was difficult to find the most appropriate term for them. Were they colleagues? Or were they a butler and the master, as Noah always insisted?

“For now, butler’s dismissed.”

Well, the caregiver is the servant… Kyle pondered. There was still no change in Noah’s hierarchy. Besides, Kyle didn’t seem to be in a position of power, given that he cared too much about Noah and was swayed by a mere word from her.

Was it natural to be anxious when she was away from him? Even if she was right next to him, everything simply made Kyle anxious.

“Did you sleep well? Did you eat well? Did you have all three meals? Did you meet a tough guy? Or did you trip over a rug?” These were the worries that strained Kyle’s mind. It even seemed he had no time to fret over himself.

While Kyle was lost in thought, Paul’s voice, in shock, rang unceasingly. “What on earth did you like about her? You seem to have been a bit calm lately, but until two years ago, you were the first son of a b*tch in Laurent!”

“It’s not Eleonora Asil.” Eventually Kyle had to interrupt Paul’s words and correct them. Paul asked suspiciously back, “No?”

“Yes. Although somehow I got tangled up with Lady Asil, what you’re talking about ‘in that relationship’ I’m talking about somebody else…”

“Who is she?”

“There is… a lethargic, sloth-like woman.” A woman who was far from diligence and cleanliness, who never listened to a word once she spoke, and who could win a trophy if there were a contest for laziness.

It’s far from my taste, but why am I pouring my heart out? But at this point, I guess I just have to accept it…