âHeâs in the wine cellar.âHaving obtained a confession from John, I hurried to the basement of the mansion.
The thick wooden door of the wine warehouse was securely latched.
I was in a hurry, so my hands kept slipping off the latch. When I finally opened the door, I saw a crouching white figure in the corner of the warehouse.
âKian!â
Kian, who was holding his knees and lowering his head, raised his face.
Deeply subdued watery eyes headed towards me.
ââŠ.Master?â
He sweetened his lips and called me.
I hurried up to Kianâs side.
âAre you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?â
Kian nodded slowly. Oh, thank God. I looked at him with a sigh of relief.
Kianâs lips were shaking blue. I quickly took off my jacket and hung it on Kian.
Then I reached out my hand to Kian, who was crouching.
âLetâs get out of here,â hesitating for a moment, Kean nodded, holding my hand.
We left the basement and came up to the first floor.
Sir Hans, my escort and Head Knight, was waiting for me.
âMy dear, I have brought John in as you have instructed,â Lord Hans had him bow before me.
I looked down at John, trying to tame my anger.
This man wonât know the severity of what heâs done.
Now that I have intervened fate, I donât know what variables will occur and how Kian will become radicalized.
There is also a possibility that fate will still intervene and predestined events will still happen. So, itâs not enough to be careful not to harm KianâŠ. âYouâre bothering Kian. Are you out of your mind?â
But John, who knew nothing, had a look of injustice.
If Kian becomes vengeful, youâll die, Iâll die, everyone will die.
Mentally, I recite a mantra for patience three times.âŠâŠ Letâs settle the situation for now because itâs most important to stop the twisting of Kian. We can only hope that Kian will be relieved by punishing John.
âYou must have heard my order to treat Kian with respect.â
There was only one reason I couldnât overlook Johnâs behavior. He could set a bad precedent.
Other employees in the mansion can also look down on Kian and abuse him. Then instead of stopping Kianâs blackening, theyâll be motivating him.
âYou must be prepared to punish me for breaking my orders, right?â
âWell, it wasâŠâ John seemed to regret it, but it was too late.
âYouâve worked hard for our family so far,â Johnâs eyes shook loudly, as he understood my meaning. He took my dress by the hem and appealed.
âMy dear lady, I must have been out of my mind for a moment! Sick with jealousyââ
He begged me to forgive him, but I didnât amend my decision.
Kian looks so gentle now, but I know that he will turn into a ruthless, blood-soaked tiger when he awakens his strength.
He massacred not only his enemies but many innocents and whole families.
I planned to suck up to this villainous character.
So I hope Kian will feel better by punishing John.
I slightly tapped Kianâs shoulder beside me. âLetâs get you warmed up.â âYesâŠ..â
âNow, hold on a second!â
In the midst of leaving with Kian, John suddenly rushed forward and blocked our path.
He turned his head and looked at Kian. And it happened suddenly.
Johnâs knee was bent gently.
âKian, forgive me. I was completely wrong!â
John bowed his head and pleaded with Kian as if he had belatedly come to his senses.
Kian seemed a little embarrassed by the sudden situation.
âWellâŠ.you donât have to do this.â
He tried to pull John up. But John was adamant.
âI beg you like thisâ!â
I looked at John, apologizing to Kian again and again. Although itâs a shame, since John apologized, Kian felt a little bit like it had already been solved. Isnât this too much?
I turned my head and looked at Kian. âKian. What do you want to do with John?â
I entrusted him with Johnâs punishment. Said Kean hesitatingly.
âCan Iâcan I do what I want?â
âIf you want to fire him, Iâll kick him out right now.â
Kian looked down at John.
After a moment of silence, he said, âThenâŠ..â
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After concluding the punishment for John, Kian was brought back to the room.
I sat Kian in front of the fireplace to warm him up.
I talked as I handed over warm cocoa.
âIâm sorry, Iâve caused you to go through a rough patch because of me.â
âItâs not your fault.â
âBut itâs my fault I didnât manage my subordinate.â
Said Kean with a big smile. âIâm fine, so donât worry too much. Iâm used to it.â
âItâs okay because Iâm used to it.â I couldnât say anything at the moment.
Getting used to unhappiness so you couldnât feel painâŠ. I gazed at Kean, who held the cocoa glass tightly. Then I slowly opened my mouth.
âJohn has a three-month pay cut, and heâs working on managing our familyâs summer vacation home.â
Kian didnât want Johnâs dismissal. It was because it seemed too much. Instead, I sent John far away. I thought it would be uncomfortable if they kept seeing each other in the same space.
I told Kian that I didnât have to worry too much about John.
âCocoa, would you like some more?â
âAhâŠ.â pondered Kean for a moment.
âThen, Iâd like one more drink, please.â
We sat side by side by side by the fire and drank cocoa. Only the sound of firewood burning calmly resounded.
By the time I had finished my full cup of cocoa, I whispered.
âIf the weather is good tomorrowâŠ..Would you like to go on a picnic?â
Answered Kean with half-closed eyes, tired from the comforting heat from the fireplace.
âYes, Master.â
The silvery eyelashes fell, and his head is slightly tilted. I sipped the cocoa in silence. Only the sound of fire crackling and the second hand of the clock rang in the quiet room.
Kian, who was dozing off, was already asleep. Quietly, I looked at Kian still figure like that.
Heâs the guy who might turn and chop me up. ButâŠ..why do I feel so sorry?
âWho is cares about who?â
Still, thereâs something that can change in this country.
If I take good care of him, Kian may not become an extremist.
I put a blanket over Kian, who had fallen asleep.
I hope he has a good dream.
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Iâm excited because itâs been a long time since I went on a picnic.
âWould you like some raspberry scones?â
âYes, letâs put that in and some madeleines too. Ah, apple turnovers!â Iâm picking food with the maids for the picnic basket when Butler Albert appears.
âWhatâs the matter?â I asked, and the butler answered in perplexity.
âMs. Rachel wants to see you. I said no today, but she was obstinate, so I took her to the drawing-room for nowâŠâ
I frowned upon recalling the name Rachel in Oliviaâs memory.
Rachel Lambert. The daughter of the late writer and a friend of Oliviaâs associate.
Rachel was jealous of Oliviaâs higher status.
The Crown Prince declared he was no longer interested in courting me. I was sick with anger. Since his ârejection,â he would be busy finding another lady.
I had no doubt Rachel came to mock me as soon as she heard the news.
When I entered the drawing-room, Rachel greeted me with a smile on her mask.
âOlivia, Iâm glad to see you after a long time. Iâm sorry not to hear from you. Why havenât you called me?â
Why? Thatâs the kind of sound that comes out.
-How can you try to get along with the Crown Prince instead of me?
-I did? I never did. His Highness is pursuing me âŠ.
-His Highness is pursuing you? No, itâs the other way around! You seduced him!
When her vanity of wanting to be a crown prince was not satisfied, she took her anger out on me. The last time we met, I said, âI donât want to see your face again! You traitor!â Why didnât I contact you? What a brazen question.
âThatâs enough of nonsense. Just get to the point. Iâm busy.â
Rachelâs face distorted when I treated her like a bothersome fly.
She quickly threw off her mask. âYou bought a slave for 100 billion gallons?â
Was the Crown PrinceâŠ.?
The ripple effect of gossip seemed greater than expected. I answered calmly, savoring the aroma of the finest black tea.
âYes.â
âOh no! Since youâve lost your senses to a slave, youâve also lost your sense in society?â
Ever since that gossip column came out, I had expected such a backlash.
But really, what was worse: rumors or being murdered?
âSo what?â
Rachelâs eyebrows shot up in astonishment at my confidence.
You expected me to be depressed and in shock due to the strange rumors, but you must have been disappointed because I couldnât care less.
âYou really donât know shame, do you? You are sweet on a slave, were abandoned by His Highness, and your reputation is in tatters. How can you be so nonchalant? Iâm in awe; I would have died of shame,â Rachel mocked.
Only I sipped my black tea without a word.
âPlaying with slaves every nightâ what kind of man would take a woman as shameless and indiscrete as you?â Rachel kept at it. âWell, you were way short of being his partner from the start. You have nothing to boast of, your only merit being born in the ducal house of Ashford. If you hadnât, would you dare to aim for Crown Princess?â
It was a childish provocation, but listening to her irritated me. Do you think Iâm a pushover?
Letâs try to keep that mouth shut up.
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âThank you for your concern. As expected, you are my most precious âfriendâ.â
Rachel laughed as if she was dumbfounded. I ignored it and continued.
âAs a friend, Iâm saying this because Iâm worried about youâŠ.â I paused, deliberately relaxing and sipping tea. âYour family-run trading companyâŠâŠ I heard the deficit is huge these days?â