I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

 

“No matter how much of a thorn in your side I was, this kind of treatment is quite bewildering, Young Duke.”

 

“….”

 

“Ah, of course being invited to Sarkis Palace is nothing but pure joy.”

 

Cassian could bet his entire fortune that Arsene absolutely did not think that way.

 

“Why should I have to read the room when I’m being generous?”

 

He was offering luxurious treatment to his fiancée’s childhood friend, yet he couldn’t understand why everyone was making such a fuss.

 

For no reason, he felt suffocated and frustrated. Cassian roughly loosened the cravat that was choking his neck.

 

He felt a bit dizzy too.

 

“Depart.”

 

Just as he commanded the coachman and was about to board the carriage.

 

“Wait a moment!”

 

“Stop!”

 

Damia grabbed his sleeve at the same moment Cassian’s shout burst out. It was an immediate reaction as if he had been waiting for it.

 

“…Why?”

 

Embarrassed that his inner thoughts were too obvious, Cassian replied with deliberate indifference.

 

Damia was fixing her gaze on his face. She seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

 

“Why, what… is making you act like this?”

 

He unconsciously stammered.

 

“You came after such a long time, and you’re really going to leave this quickly?”

 

Damia cried out as if disappointed and pulled on Cassian’s arm.

 

He could have easily shaken her off if he wanted to, but Cassian was irresistibly dragged along.

 

Damia embraced him just like that. At the girl’s warmth, Cassian unconsciously stiffened his body.

 

He could tell without looking that his cheeks had turned bright red.

 

“Your complexion suddenly got much worse. Quickly, give me your hand.”

 

“You….”

 

“You are taking the medicine I gave you properly, right?”

 

Damia whispered against his ear.

 

Rather than truly being reluctant to part with him, she seemed worried about his physical condition.

 

“Take off your gloves quickly too.”

 

His excitement deflated, but he couldn’t show it.

 

Cassian silently removed his gloves. When the girl’s warm hand touched his, his chest churned.

 

“Damia?”

 

From behind, that detestable guy called the girl’s name as if he couldn’t believe it. His voice was slightly trembling.

 

Perhaps from the satisfaction, his boiling heart seemed to calm down. Cassian smirked.

 

“The problem is you like me too much. We’ll meet again soon anyway, yet you’re this reluctant to part.”

 

Cassian lifted his chin triumphantly. His expression was drunk with victory.

 

Their clasped hands gave him tremendous satisfaction and confidence.

 

“Ahem, ahem.”

 

The tactless Arsene cleared his throat. His back felt very prickly. It seemed like Arsene was glaring at him with murderous intent.

 

Childish elation crept up from his toes. He was so happy.

 

He had to strain his mind to keep from bursting into loud laughter.

 

“Young Duke, please let go now.”

 

“….”

 

“I think this is enough.”

 

Damia wiggled her hand.

 

Even knowing he should let go, his body wouldn’t move. He wanted to savor this moment longer.

 

“Young Duke! We’ll be able to meet again soon, right?”

 

Damia, who had stopped whispering, suddenly shouted loudly.

 

The moment Cassian relaxed his grip in surprise, Damia quickly stepped back.

 

“Well then, Damia. Father will come soon too, so I’m just temporarily staying with the Young Duke.”

 

Arsene responded casually as if Damia had asked him the question.

 

“Wait just a little. We’ll meet again soon. Excuse me, could you please depart?”

 

He even urged the coachman with polite speech.

 

“Now, Young Duke, please come inside quickly too.”

 

He pushed him inside and even closed the door himself.

 

“See you soon, Damia.”

 

And he even said goodbye to his fiancée on his behalf.

 

“You…!”

 

Only after the carriage departed did he come to his senses.

 

“I’m a bit tired from the time difference, Young Duke. I’ll get some sleep for a moment.”

 

There was no such thing as a time difference between Belotea and Rodion.

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

Arsene was already leaning his head against the window with his eyes tightly shut.

 

Rather than being truly tired, he seemed to be trying to hide his rising anger somehow.

 

“Do as you please.”

 

The moment he realized this, his mood became even more refreshed.

 

Cassian replied very generously.

 

* * *

 

Since he had rashly brought a stranger to the palace, he had sufficiently prepared for his mother’s opposition.

 

Still, he couldn’t help feeling nervous. Cassian looked around Elena’s drawing room for no reason.

 

“My daughter’s childhood friend, you say.”

 

Cassian bit his lips tightly.

 

Elena was sitting elegantly at the tea table. Under her frosty gaze, Cassian’s back straightened automatically.

 

“Yes, I brought him here first since it seemed like unnecessary rumors might spread.”

 

Elena tapped the table with her fingernails. It was her habit when she had something to think deeply about.

 

“Of course, the two are really just friends, and Viscount Ponti gave permission saying he could stay at the Viscount’s Manor.”

 

“Then why did you bother bringing him here?”

 

“I stepped forward out of my affection for my fiancée.”

 

“So… you’re saying you were jealous.”

 

That absolutely wasn’t it. He was no different from Damia’s protector, like a brother, so he had acted very rationally just to fulfill his responsibility.

 

“…Yes.”

 

Of course, Cassian wasn’t foolish enough to tell his mother his thoughts directly.

 

“I’m sorry, Mother. I caused trouble without consulting you first.”

 

“No, you did well.”

 

“…I did well?”

 

“He’s quite a pretty boy. Well-mannered too.”

 

Elena pressed her temples as if she had a headache.

 

“My daughter’s only friend?”

 

“Yes.”

 

A sigh escaped with a groan.

 

“His father is a quite successful businessman in Rodion? You said he runs a trading company?”

 

“Yes. He says he’s opening a branch in the Empire this winter too. He’s already scouted locations.”

 

“It’s still summer, so he came quite early. Besides, there doesn’t seem to be a need for his son to come.”

 

“He says he hurried here to celebrate Damia’s birthday.”

 

“My daughter seems particularly favorable toward Rodion.”

 

Cassian clenched his fist slightly. Damia was always talking about her childhood friend who had moved to Rodion, and had a habit of feeling favorable toward anything from Rodion.

 

Could it be that after he dies, she plans to leave for Rodion with Arsene?

 

Just the thought made it feel like all the blood in his body was freezing.

 

‘No, Damia likes me too much for that to happen.’

 

Cassian tried hard to shake off his thoughts.

 

“He’s not rough like other boys, but has delicate aspects. His way of speaking is also gentle.”

 

Though the content was praise, Elena’s expression was cold as ice.

 

“How do you think we should drive him away?”

 

“…Pardon?”

 

Cassian doubted his ears for a moment. Those weren’t words that should come from his always elegant mother.

 

“From what I can see, he seems likely to stay in the Empire for a while even after his business is finished.”

 

Cassian was thinking exactly the same thing about Arsene.

 

“Even though you’re his fiancé and a young duke, he shows no signs of being intimidated. Usually, that means he has something he wants that he can’t give up.”

 

“I think so too.”

 

“That brazen thing seems to harbor ill intentions toward our little bird.”

 

If it looked that way even to Elena’s eyes. His mouth felt parched.

 

“Should I treat him harshly as an unwelcome guest?”

 

“What? But I’m the one who brought him here directly.”

 

“Then should I drive him away for being impolite?”

 

“Unfortunately, his manners are perfect.”

 

Elena sighed as if troubled.

 

“Then should we just crush him with our status?”

 

Even after saying it, Elena looked as if her own pride was hurt. Still, she clearly seemed confident this would work.

 

“It won’t work since he’s immigrating to Rodion.”

 

Elena picked up her water glass. She seemed unable to bear how parched her throat was.

 

“We need to find a way, Cassian. We can’t just sit back and let our little bird be stolen away like this.”

 

Though Elena’s imagination was running wild in strange directions, Cassian couldn’t think of words to stop her.

 

No, in his heart, he wasn’t much different. In fact, he felt exactly the same way.

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