Siena Dating Agency - Chapter 112

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112.

Though she remained silent, Siena’s mind was still noisy.

‘What, what is it? A secret…’

Just moments ago, they had shared a conversation where they seemed to have revealed everything about each other.

‘A secret now?’

She was extremely curious, but… seeing Johan’s expression, she couldn’t bring herself to ask any further.

No, on one hand, she understood his feelings.

If Siena had been in the same position, she might have kept it secret too.

She wouldn’t be able to directly explain to Lian why she liked him either.

‘Right, it could be embarrassing.’

So she decided to respect Johan’s feelings.

Not prying would be the last consideration she could offer him.

Siena pushed the remaining cake into her mouth.

Confirming that she had put down her fork, Johan stood up from his seat.

“Shall we go? I’d like to continue our date.”

His voice was still calm.

As if their conversation from moments ago had never happened.

Siena looked up at Johan.

There was no longer any sign of hurt or disappointment on his face.

Only his usual upright and gentle smile remained.

Seeing that smile, she felt the taut strings of her heart relax.

The breath she had been holding finally came out comfortably.

“…Yes.”

Without realizing it, a smile appeared on Siena’s lips.

A light smile that shook off the heavy atmosphere and made her genuinely look forward to what came next.

Her heart felt much more at ease.

Their steps leaving the cafe together were incomparably lighter than when they had arrived.

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Meanwhile, at Aizet Baron’s mansion.

30 minutes ago, Edel and Pitt had safely arrived at this place.

Getting out of the carriage, Edel ran forward hurriedly.

“Your Highness…!”

Because of that, Pitt had no choice but to run too.

As soon as Edel reached the mansion, he began pounding on the door with his fists.

Thump, thump, thump.

The knocking sound echoing through the quiet mansion was urgent.

The desperation contained in those small fists was conveyed through the sound alone.

“Brother! Brother, are you there?!”

Pitt hurriedly followed behind, trying to grab his arm, but it was useless.

“Your Highness, please calm down…”

“No, Pitt! We can’t delay even a second. By now, sister-in-law must be eating parfait with that marquis!”

Actually, it wasn’t parfait but cake and tart they were eating.

Soon, the sound of unlocking came from inside.

Creak.

When the door opened, there stood an elderly gentleman with neatly combed white hair.

He was the butler of Aizet Baron’s mansion.

He confirmed the two people standing at the door and narrowed his eyes.

“…Excuse me, but who might you be?”

His voice was polite but clearly tinged with wariness.

It was natural.

Edel and Pitt had barged in without prior notice.

Moreover, one of them was out of breath with tears welling up in his eyes.

Edel looked up at the butler with his face flushed red at the bridge of his nose.

“I, I…!”

Just as he was about to speak, Pitt stepped forward.

He caught his breath and spoke as calmly as possible.

“This is the younger brother of Lord Lian de Vicelle.”

“…”

“We’ve come to see Lord de Vicelle.”

The butler’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

He looked back and forth between Edel and Pitt for a moment, then quietly exhaled.

The two didn’t seem to be lying.

‘If it were a lie, they wouldn’t look so desperate.’

The butler opened the door for them.

“…Please come in. I’ll guide you.”

Edel was already rushing inside before he could even respond.

Pitt hurriedly bowed to the butler and chased after him.

The butler watched their retreating figures and quietly began walking.

‘There have been quite a lot of visitors to the mansion lately.’

And they’re not the master’s guests either… but family members of that friend of his.

‘Are all people from Lehatten Kingdom like this?’

Soon the butler’s steps stopped at the end of the second-floor corridor.

“This way.”

What he pointed to was the door of a guest room located at the very end of the corridor.

A faint ray of light was seeping through the solid oak door.

Edel’s heart pounded violently.

‘Brother is in here…!’

His hand, which knew no hesitation, grasped the door handle.

“Young Master, wait…”

Pitt began to speak, but it was already too late.

Creak.

As the door opened, soft sunlight spilled into the corridor.

The room was quiet.

In that serene room scene, the silhouette of a man half-leaning against the bed came into view.

Black hair, bandaged wrists.

And… red eyes looking expressionlessly at something in his hands.

Castillian was reading Siena’s letter.

Since receiving it from Chase last night, he had already read it dozens of times.

Yet he still couldn’t put it down.

[Not being able to see Lian… I think I’ll feel a little empty.]

Every time he took in this one line, the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

Though she said “a little,” Castillian knew.

Siena’s “a little” usually meant “quite a lot.”

She had a habit of always downplaying her emotions when she spoke.

So every time he unfolded the letter, his heart beat foolishly fast.

‘Does Siena… feel a lot of emptiness from my absence?’

The image of her sitting at her desk, carefully pressing down each letter one by one, was vividly drawn in his mind.

When he discovered pen marks pressed between the sentences, he wondered.

‘What was she thinking when she wrote this letter?’

He had been staring at it for a long time.

Even though he knew the paper wouldn’t give him the answer.

‘…Is this really what a patient should be doing?’

He was aware of it, but he couldn’t stop.

He had no intention of stopping either.

Just as he was about to read it for the nth time, the door opened.

“…?”

Castillian’s gaze lifted from the letter.

He saw a small silhouette standing with the corridor light behind them.

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

And a face flushed red all the way to the tip of his nose.

Red eyes widened a beat later.

Castillian reflexively shoved the letter under the blanket and straightened his upper body.

“Edel…?”

He couldn’t understand.

Chase had clearly said he left Edel at Willow Manor.

‘How did he get all the way here?’

In the meantime, Edel had already rushed into the room.

“Brother, brother…! Something terrible has happened.”

“…How did you get here?”

It was closer to an interrogation than a question.

However, Edel wasn’t intimidated by the cold tone.

No, he didn’t have the luxury to be intimidated.

“I’ll tell you about that later…! More importantly, brother, this is really serious!”

“…”

“Lady Siena went out with that silver-haired marquis who appeared at the Center!”

The air in the room instantly froze.

“…What?”

Castillian’s pupils trembled slightly.

His expression remained blank, but his fingertips on the blanket twitched.

Edel continued pouring out words.

“As soon as that man entered the Center, he went straight to Lady Siena. And he asked her on a date!”

“…”

“In front of everyone!”

His voice grew louder.

“And then… they left together!”

“…”

“That marquis’s name was… what was it? Bel? Bel…”

“…Beloster.”

Castillian spoke first.

Edel’s eyes widened as he nodded.

“That’s right! I think it was Marquis Beloster! Brother, do you know that man?”

No answer came.

Castillian was looking down at the back of his hand resting on the bed.

Tendons faintly rose beneath his bandaged wrist.

‘Silver hair that came all the way to the Center.’

There was only one man who fit that description.

‘Johan Beloster.’

As that name was etched in his mind, Castillian’s jaw tensed.

He realized he was clenching his teeth only much later.

Since his body couldn’t feel pain, even the pressure of his teeth grinding was only faintly perceptible.

But the emotion surging in his chest was vivid.

‘…Siena likes Marquis Beloster.’

He had known from the beginning.

That Siena had accepted his ridiculous request because she liked Johan.

That she had been depressed because of Violet.

That even while busy with ghostwriting work, she put particular effort into writing scripts for Johan.

‘It was always like that.’

Siena was a diligent person who put work first.

But sometimes it seemed like Johan took priority over work.

She probably didn’t realize it herself, but Castillian could see it.

‘…What should I do?’

The hand on the bed slowly clenched.

The sound of paper rustling under the blanket could be heard very faintly.

[Since I can’t see Lian… I think I’ll feel a bit empty.]

That one line suddenly came to mind.

It was Castillian himself who had interpreted Siena’s “a bit” to mean “quite a lot.”

But at this moment, he couldn’t be certain whether that interpretation was correct.

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