The Countess's Body Has Disappeared - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50
Cecilia’s blue eyes gleamed as she gave Davion’s firm jaw a gentle push with her fingertip.
“Something good happened this morning?”
“I’m not sure. Lately, I feel like I’m floating through the sky all the time.”
“Wait, I have to go. Madam gave me an errand. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”
“An errand?”
Davion’s brow furrowed, and only then did he set her down on solid ground.
“What kind of errand?”
Now that he thought about it, Cecilia’s outfit was unusually neat. She normally wandered around in thin sundresses or negligees without a care, but today she had a bag slung across her side.
“I have to go to the post office and mail a letter.”
Cecilia shrugged as she spoke, and Davion let out an inward sigh.
He didn’t even need to look—he knew exactly what was in that bag. A letter for Theodore.
Ever since Davion was twelve and Theodore left home, more than ten years had passed without his return.
He couldn’t fathom why Blake still considered someone whose face had become hazy with time a member of the family. Davion had always found it strange that Blake, cold enough that even Blake’s needle wouldn’t draw blood, remained irrationally sentimental when it came to Theodore.
He raked his fingers roughly through the back of his hair, then shoved his hand deep into his trouser pocket. Setting aside the Theodore problem for now, his immediate concern was Cecilia standing right in front of him.
“How are you planning to get downtown on your own? Or is someone driving you?”
“No, I’ll just walk. It’ll take about two hours.”
“Two hours?”
“That’s nothing, really. The post office is fairly close by, fortunately.”
Cecilia spoke casually, but Davion’s fury at his mother’s irresponsibility had already reached a boiling point.
And it wasn’t as if there was only Cecilia working in the household. What if she collapsed from heat exhaustion on the way there?
“Wait. I’ll drive you there.”
“What?”
“Don’t go anywhere! Wait right here and don’t move!”
Having sternly cautioned her, he dashed back to the Mansion to grab some clothes. Left standing alone in the field, Cecilia hopped from one foot to the other and called after him.
“Where exactly do you have a car?!”
Fortunately, when Davion emerged again, she was still standing in the field. He led Cecilia to the parking lot and opened the passenger door of a black sedan parked there.
“Get in.”
Wondering what was happening, he gently pushed her reluctant shoulders as she tried to protest.
“I said get in.”
Once he confirmed she was seated and closed the passenger door, he crossed in front of the hood toward the driver’s side. As Davion sat in the driver’s seat and reached to fasten her seatbelt, the color drained from Cecilia’s face.
“Wait. Is it really okay to just take this? Isn’t this Young Master’s car?”
“It’s fine. I have permission.”
“What?”
Her face had gone so pale she looked ready to faint at any moment. Fearing she might throw herself out onto the road, Davion rubbed her cheek gently with the back of his hand to reassure her.
“I’m telling you it’s fine. If anyone says anything, just tell them I forced you into the car, understood?”
“But still…….”
“I’ll take full responsibility.”
The engine started. The sedan glided smoothly out through the Mansion’s gates.
Cecilia, who had been anxious moments before, became oddly calm once the car picked up speed. Perhaps she’d resigned herself to the fact that the milk was already spilled. Davion found her transparent little mind amusing and had to suppress a smile.
As she gazed out the window, Cecilia glanced at his large hand on the steering wheel and spoke.
“You’re really good at driving. When I rode in cars a few times as a child downtown, everyone seemed clumsy behind the wheel.”
“I drove armored vehicles at the deployment site. This is much easier in comparison.”
“So you went on military deployment with Young Master?”
“Yes…well, you could say that.”
“Can you go on another deployment anytime you want?”
Just then, traffic halted and the car stopped.
“Unless I’m discharged, you could say that. Why? Are you worried because you think we’ll be separated?”
“Yes. A little…….”
Davion drew in a slow breath. He hadn’t expected such an honest answer.
Yet for some reason, her reply seemed to drain all her energy. As she turned away to look out the window, her nose twitched, and Davion’s heart plummeted.
“I hate being alone.”
Davion reached out and carefully touched her cheek. He felt soft, fine hair.
She wasn’t crying, at least.
“Why are you alone? You have Grandmother.”
“Grandmother is ill. She’s extremely sensitive to the smell of our family. Kate told me Grandmother might not make it past this year.”
“Cecilia…….”
“If Grandmother passes away, they might throw me out of that house.”
Davion shook his head firmly.
“That won’t happen. If by some chance you’re thrown out, I’ll take you in and we’ll live together.”
Cecilia scoffed at his overconfidence, rolling her eyes as she spoke.
“Unmarried man and woman living under one roof—people say heaven punishes that.”
“Is this the Saint Franco Era? Who talks like that anymore?”
“My grandmother does.”
“Then we’ll be punished. So what? It’s hardly the end of the world.”
The engine roared to life, and the car pulled back onto the road. Cecilia propped her elbow against the window, covering her mouth as she chuckled.
“You’re such an idiot.”
The post office sat squarely in the middle of a wide intersection. After parking on the shoulder, Davion smoothly unbuckled Cecilia’s seatbelt for her as she fumbled with it.
“Go on. I’ll be here waiting.”
Cecilia opened the door and shot him a quick sideways glance before bolting toward the post office. Halfway there, she stopped and turned back to wave at him, remembering at the last moment not to forget.
Davion, who had rested his chin on his crossed arms atop the steering wheel, smiled in return.
He drummed his fingertips absently against the wheel, lost in thought for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. He grabbed his wallet and stepped out of the car.
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Cecilia returned about twenty minutes later, breathless and flustered.
“Sorry I took so long. I didn’t get a fine, did I? There were so many people at the post office today for some reason.”
She launched into her explanation the moment she opened the passenger door. Davion, brushing dust from his hair and clothes while checking the side mirror, quickly hid his hands.
Her nose had reddened from running so hard. Impossibly adorable.
“Don’t worry. I timed it perfectly—would’ve sworn it myself.”
He fastened her seatbelt for her and kissed her cheek. While adjusting the mirror angle, he confirmed the trunk was properly closed, then turned the car toward home.
Since they’d left without notifying the staff, the mansion gates still stood wide open.
As Davion parked in the open field, he found himself torn between hoping no one would spot Cecilia in the passenger seat and desperately wishing someone would.
But the open field was empty—not a soul in sight, not even an ant. While Davion sank into that peculiar, indefinable feeling, Cecilia reached for her seatbelt buckle and spoke.
“I didn’t get caught, thanks to you. If the Young Master asks, can you say I asked you for a ride first? I can handle a scolding—it’s not like I haven’t had one before.”
Davion laughed. This time too, he unfastened her seatbelt for her as he answered.
“Your courage is admirable. Can you feel it? I’m genuinely moved, darling.”
“Kate said the second Young Master has a much milder temperament than Madam does. He might not scold me as harshly as I’m worried about.”
“Hmm. Kate said that?”
Davion’s expression suddenly darkened, and Cecilia paused mid-motion, turning to look at him.
“Yes, she did. Why?”
“She’s mistaken. The Young Master is actually quite frightening. If he gets angry, he could tear this entire mansion apart.”

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