Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

 

Seeing Matthew, Casian quickly composed his expression and smiled gently.

 

“Come in.”

 

With permission granted, Matthew sat down in front of Casian.

 

“Aren’t you working too late?”

 

“The banquet is approaching.”

 

“Still, take it easy and think about your health.”

 

Contrary to expectations that he had visited with a purpose, Matthew led the conversation by bringing up trivial topics.

 

Words without any particular business went around in circles.

 

It was when Casian, who had been chatting while making appropriate responses, glanced at the clock that Matthew tactfully rose from his seat.

 

“It’s gotten too late. I enjoyed today.”

 

“Me too. It’s been a while since I could talk like old friends.”

 

At the meaningful remark, Matthew’s lips trembled slightly.

 

When Casian raised the corners of his mouth in a gentle arc, Matthew also smiled.

 

Just as Matthew turned around and grabbed the door handle.

 

“Matthew.”

 

Casian called out to him.

 

“Yeah.”

 

Matthew, who had been holding the door handle, turned around.

 

Their gazes met in the air.

 

Casian glanced at Matthew’s sleeve, started to open his mouth, then chose silence instead.

 

“What is it?”

 

Sensing the subtle atmosphere, Matthew broke the silence while unfolding his rolled-up sleeve.

 

Casian asked impulsively.

 

“Did you see Pabel today?”

 

Matthew’s eyes shook greatly.

 

But he immediately erased his expression as if nothing had happened and shook his head.

 

“No, I didn’t.”

 

“I see. You may go.”

 

At the somewhat firm answer, Casian smiled an enigmatic smile.

 

As Matthew left the study, the Valhalla Captain who had been hiding like a shadow emerged from the darkness.

 

“Sir.”

 

Casian’s lips had already formed a straight line.

 

Seeing this, the Valhalla Captain smiled bitterly.

 

He had been assigned to guard Casian tonight, suppressing his urge to search for Pabel while protecting Casian.

 

But he had witnessed an unexpected scene.

 

“It seems Matthew, no… Matthew is connected to the Captain’s disappearance.”

 

“Yes. He probably came to me to create an alibi.”

 

Though he wanted to say that hasty speculation was forbidden, Casian also sighed and agreed with his words.

 

Though he pretended to be fine on the surface, Matthew kept checking the time throughout their conversation and pulling down his left sleeve. As if he wanted to hide what appeared to be faint bloodstains.

 

“Just when did it all become lies?”

 

Despite the years they had spent together, his suspicion toward Matthew deepened.

 

As Casian’s worries deepened, the Valhalla Captain asked.

 

“What shall we do?”

 

At the question urging a decision, Casian spoke coldly after long deliberation.

 

“Pretend not to know for now, but watch the target along with the Knights.”

 

* * *

 

The next morning.

 

“This is whole wheat bread made from pure wheat flour with a salad of seasonal herbs and burrata cheese. We’ve drizzled olive oil imported from the Kerel Region and topped it with cherry tomatoes.”

 

Breakfast was served starting with the Head Chef’s explanation.

 

Though splendid dishes came out one after another, Evelyn couldn’t bring herself to touch the food.

 

These were definitely foods she would normally be eager to eat, but for some reason, she didn’t feel like it.

 

“Doesn’t it taste good?”

 

“No, Mother! I think it’s because I ate my fill yesterday.”

 

Was it because there had been so many shocking things lately?

 

The poison she had discovered by chance, and the woman she had met in Delfe too.

 

The more she thought about it, the more her head spun.

 

While Evelyn poked at the cherry tomatoes in her salad, making meaningless motions with her fork, Casian spoke.

 

“I’ll be away on business today.”

 

Having finished his announcement, Casian pulled down his rolled-up sleeves and carefully buttoned up his black shirt.

 

“Where are you going, honey?”

 

At the sudden announcement, Evelyn tilted her head.

 

Casian, who had finished eating, stood up and put on his black jacket while answering calmly.

 

“I need to leave the Duke’s Mansion briefly for personal matters.”

 

After finishing his answer, he said he would go ahead and walked away with long strides.

 

At that moment, Christina showed her displeasure and stopped Casian in his tracks.

 

“Must you really go out?”

 

Casian, who was about to leave the dining hall, turned around.

 

The two people exchanged glances and soon fell into silence.

 

A strange atmosphere enveloped the dining hall.

 

The uncomfortable silence between the two was only broken when Christina spoke first.

 

“Do as you wish.”

 

Christina, who had dipped her bread in soup, said calmly.

 

“Then I suppose I’ll have to stay with the child today.”

 

“Mother.”

 

“What? Are you worried I’ll cause trouble again?”

 

Christina chuckled and spoke sarcastically.

 

“If you’re worried, don’t go and stay here.”

 

“…”

 

“But you wouldn’t like that.”

 

Seeing Casian standing there blankly, Christina ordered a nearby attendant to bring wine.

 

“Don’t worry. I won’t stay at the Duke’s Mansion for long.”

 

Christina smiled bitterly and poured vintage wine into a burgundy glass.

 

The dark wine, as black as the black dress she wore, slowly filled the glass.

 

“Wine at this time always feels fresh.”

 

After savoring the vintage wine, she swirled the glass and met Casian’s eyes.

 

“I’m enduring this because I think it’s right to observe your father’s death anniversary before leaving. So you should also endure it today.”

 

Suddenly, a heavy atmosphere dominated the dining hall.

 

Evelyn, who was witnessing this suffocatingly bleak scene, fell into confusion with a frozen expression.

 

‘Wait, what is this!’

 

My father-in-law’s death anniversary is today?

 

Come to think of it, both of them…

 

‘Their clothes are all black.’

 

Casian in a black suit and Christina in a black dress.

 

Of course, Evelyn was also wearing a subdued black dress on the maids’ recommendation. But she hadn’t been informed that it was her father-in-law’s death anniversary.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

It would weigh on my conscience to just pretend nothing happened.

 

But I also don’t have the confidence to reconcile these two people whose emotional rift has deepened.

 

Evelyn, caught in this dilemma, cautiously opened her mouth with a sudden thought.

 

“Then the memorial preparations…”

 

“Memorial?”

 

“Ah, how should we conduct the remembrance?”

 

Isn’t there a custom here of offering the deceased’s favorite foods?

 

When Evelyn rolled her eyes and looked at Christina, she pondered for a moment.

 

“There’s nothing you need to worry about…”

 

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

 

Christina had opened her mouth to answer Evelyn’s question, but Casian, who had been standing like a stone statue, cut off her words.

 

With those words, the meal ended.

 

Evelyn returned to her room clutching her upset stomach, and after hours of contemplation, she resolved to act like a romance novel heroine.

 

“Right! Let’s bridge the relationship between these two!”

 

A heroine who reconciles a mother and son who have misunderstandings about each other!

 

And becoming a beloved daughter-in-law and wife in her in-laws’ family!

 

‘Oh my! There were all these misunderstandings?’

 

‘Goodness, so that’s why our son!’

 

‘Mother…’

 

She wanted things to develop like this, but.

 

“She’s taking a nap.”

 

“She says she wants to be alone.”

 

“She’s retired to her bedroom.”

 

As soon as she made her resolution, Christina holed up in her room all day and didn’t come out,

 

“Oh, His Grace hasn’t returned yet…”

 

And Casian didn’t return until midnight.

 

“Damn, this is a disaster?”

 

To fail completely without even trying.

 

Evelyn sat in the chair where Casian usually worked, swinging her legs and pushing and pulling the chair.

 

She was staring into space and repeating meaningless actions when.

 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

 

Casian appeared.

 

Having been out late, his complexion looked rather pale, drained of color.

 

Even so, it didn’t diminish his beauty, but seeing his haggard face, Evelyn spoke naturally.

 

“I thought you might be lonely.”

 

She didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with his father, but this wasn’t like his usual self.

 

“You’re right. I am lonely.”

 

Casian chuckled softly at her words and approached Evelyn.

 

“Every year around this time, I feel like I become an adolescent boy. Whenever I feel that suffocating sensation, I find myself running away.”

 

Casian, who had perched lightly on the desk, murmured quietly. For a brief moment, sadness flickered in his eyes.

 

‘It must have been very difficult for him.’

 

Evelyn, who caught onto Casian’s emotions from his implicit words, raised both arms.

 

“Honey, shall I give you a hug?”

 

It wasn’t out of selfish desire, but simply wanting to share warmth. With that thought, Evelyn stood up from her chair and spread her arms.

 

“Would that be alright?”

 

Casian, wearing a subtle expression, fixed his gaze on her.

 

As permission was granted with a small nod, Casian slowly rose to his feet.

 

A moment later. With the sound of a chair being pushed back, the candlelight illuminating the study flickered slightly.

 

Casian buried his face in Evelyn’s shoulder and leaned into her.

 

He had often acted pitifully and buried his face in Evelyn’s shoulder to make her move as she wished, but today felt somehow different.

 

Pat, pat. The rhythmic sound echoed throughout the room.

 

His tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

 

Though he let out his tangled emotions in low murmurs, Evelyn said nothing at all.

 

She simply maintained silence like a calm lake, sharing her warmth.

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