The Countess's Body Has Disappeared - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
Cecilia’s eyes went wide as saucers, alarm written across her face.
“Frightening? What do you mean, frightening?”
The color drained from her cheeks as she imagined the anger of a master whose face she’d never even seen. In an instant, her expression crumpled, and she stamped her feet frantically. “What do I do now?! Oh, I should have just walked, shouldn’t I?”

Davion’s lips twitched as he fought back a laugh threatening to burst free. After a moment, he reached over and opened the passenger door for her, murmuring softly,
“I was lying, you fool.”
“What?!”
Cecilia let out an indignant laugh, then struck his shoulder with her fist.
“You’re absolutely terrible!”
Davion watched her flustered figure retreat, then doubled over with laughter, clutching his sides. A moment later, some maids passed by the empty lot carrying laundry, and they stared at him cackling alone in the car as if he’d lost his mind. Kate was among them.
After his eyes met hers, Davion found himself consumed by laughter all over again, unable to compose himself for quite some time.
Beneath the moonlight, an unusual stillness hung heavy over the fields that wrapped around the Cottage.
Ruby and Nagi lay curled up side by side on the Living Room Sofa, lost in deep sleep.
After checking the state of the house, Cecilia returned to her Bedroom and prepared for bed. She hadn’t walked long, yet the weariness of an outing after so long came crashing down on her.
But just as she was about to pull the blanket over her head,
…Tap. Tap-tap, tap.
A strange sound from the Window. At first, she curled up and tried to ignore it. If the noise hadn’t grown louder, she might already have drifted into dreams.
Tap. Tap-tap.
“What on earth are you doing…”
Cecilia screwed up her face in annoyance and padded over to the Window to see who the uninvited midnight visitor was. Below the second-floor Window, Davion stood grinning, tossing pebbles, and gave her a little wave. ‘Come down!’ he mouthed cheerfully, his face alight with joy.
She was exhausted… but she couldn’t very well let him keep throwing stones at the Window all night.
After glancing back and forth between the Window and her bed several times, Cecilia finally smoothed down her disheveled hair and made her way downstairs.
The hour crept toward midnight. So it was only natural that the first words from Cecilia’s lips were a complaint.
“I’m dead tired. Why do you keep coming at night?”
The song of crickets drifted across the Fields. The cool night breeze gently tousled Davion’s hair and the collar of his Shirt.
He tilted his head shyly to one side, looking at her, then revealed the Bouquet he’d been hiding behind his back.
“Here. A gift.”
Cecilia saw expectation rippling in his dark eyes. But she found herself breathless, unable to move a single finger—her mind had gone numb as if struck by a thunderbolt from behind.
After a few seconds passed, she carefully accepted the Bouquet and drew it into her arms. Radiant white flowers greeted her with their fragrance.
Cecilia let out a laugh despite herself. It was painfully obvious why he’d chosen only white flowers.
“When did you get these?”
“When you sent the Letter. I rushed to get them wrapped quickly.”
And then something caught in Cecilia’s throat. Her lips parted silently before closing again. She looked up at Davion and made a soft sound, then let her head fall.
“Cecilia.”
As her shoulders began to quiver faintly, Davion’s eyes widened in alarm and he quickly reached out, cradling her pale face in his hands.
“Are you crying?”
Her cheeks were wet.
His heart sank.
“Why are you crying? Don’t you like the flowers? Or is it because I came so late? I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Please don’t cry, all right?”
Cecilia shook her head and hastily wiped away her tears.
What a complete fool he was… She felt a flare of irritation toward Davion and started to raise her fist to strike his shoulder. But instead, she gently lowered her hand to his chest and whispered,
“What am I going to do? I think… I think I’m in love with you.”
And then silence—eternal as forever itself—settled over the Fields, broken only by the song of crickets.
Davion’s hands lifted her face. As his breath brushed the tip of her nose, damp with tears, Cecilia closed her eyes and parted her lips.
Davion kissed her softly.
2-4. The Young Master of Thistle Down
High above the clouds,
Awake alone within the wind,
Fragile yet unbending,
Silent child of the Fields—
You seek no gaze from the world,
Only gazing at that moon.
Wearing the light of heaven as a robe,
Pure and cherished child—
Oh, my beautiful Cecilia,
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Cecilia, drifting in shallow sleep, opened her eyes at the sound of Singing.
Davion knelt beside her, gently stroking her belly as she lay curled against him, soothing her. His voice trailed away as he noticed she’d awakened.
Cecilia let out a jaw-cracking yawn and mumbled drowsily,
“You sing really well.”
“I know. There’s nothing I can’t do.”
“You’re insufferable…….”
Davion’s low chuckle drifted down from above her head. Then, when he lifted her negligee slightly, Cecilia frowned and whimpered.
“Don’t. I’m exhausted. I want to rest now.”
Davion whispered an apology and withdrew his hand. Cecilia repositioned her head on his lap and spoke.
“I never knew it would be like this. Grandmother was right—all those novels I read were pure fantasy.”
“That’s why I told you before: your romance novels aren’t educational at all.”
“By that logic, you weren’t such a great teacher yourself…….”
Davion, running through the past few hours in his mind, hastened to apologize.
“I’ll do better.”
As the sweat that had drenched them began to dry and cool on her skin, Davion reached for the shirt he’d discarded and carefully draped it over her.
“I’ll help you wash the bedding in the morning.”
“You’re not helping—you’re doing it all yourself. After all, it’s entirely your fault.”
“Understood.”
“I’ll face punishment for this.”
Cecilia sighed and closed her eyes.
“Grandmother said it’s a sin for unmarried men and women to do this.”
At that, the hand gently caressing her cheek paused. After a moment’s deliberation, Davion spoke.
“Well then, my goal is a life sentence.”
Cecilia burst out laughing the instant she heard that. She reached out and stroked his jaw. She could feel the rough stubble.
She seemed to have fallen in love with his stubble too. It was a foolish thought, but there it was.
“Why stop there? There’s a higher punishment than a life sentence…….”
“That can’t be. I need to be with you in this life.”
“Idiot.”
Cecilia laughed and leaned up to kiss his lips.
“Idiot, meeting you was the greatest stroke of luck in my life.”
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Cecilia yawned so wide her jaw nearly cracked.
How long had it been since she last came to the Main House? The side door, firmly shut, felt as unfamiliar as if she were seeing it for the first time.
Before opening it, Cecilia checked her appearance one last time and peered inside the basket she was carrying. The dishes and utensils she’d used were all neatly arranged within.
Normally, when Kate delivered the lunch basket, she would collect the used dishes, but today she never came, no matter how long Cecilia waited.
It wasn’t surprising. Whenever the Main House was short-handed or Blake sent for her, he always summoned her in this manner.
‘But why today of all days?’
Poor me. I must have spent all my luck for today during the night.
As she climbed the stairs, the muscle soreness she’d forgotten about flared up, pulling tight across her lower back. Cecilia yawned once more and entered the Servants’ Hall.
It being lunch hour, the maids were gathered in small groups, taking their rest. They greeted her as she arrived.
“Cecilia! It’s been so long since we’ve seen you here!”
Kate came forward with a cheerful wave. Cecilia glanced around searching for Aileen, but couldn’t spot a trace of her dark hair anywhere.
Was it that she was attending to the second young master of the house? With him back, no wonder she’d be busy.
“Here. I borrowed this, so it might be a bit large for you.”
The instant Cecilia set down the basket, what was held out before her was none other than a maid dress.

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