The Story Is Not Over Yet Chapter 32

Chapter 32

“What if it contains an important letter?”

In the carriage returning to the mansion, Azela murmured as she looked out the window with a puzzled expression. Of course, she didn't care though Zagnac's unusual behavior was enough to be a matter of concern.

Afterimages kept coming to her mind as the Princess's blunt and cute handwriting was engraved in her heart, which had said 'Liviahart den Argen.'

'For what purpose did the Princess send a letter to Zagnac…?'

Although it bothered her, the bandage on Zagnac's right hand didn't leave Azela's head either. His casual remarks that he had been attacked seemed so natural. Did that happen often…?

As the carriage arrived at the mansion, she stared out the window for a long time with her chin bent and thinking of him. When she entered the mansion, the first place she headed was not her bedroom on the third floor.

She ran away so quickly that there were still unsolved issues.

Looking with a firm expression, she made her way to the study room where Daniel would be. The employees who followed Azela trembled, wondering if something else was going to happen to the Madam that had a wretched face.

As she stopped her steps in front of the study, the maid following her stepped forward and knocked on the firmly closed door.

In line with the knocking sound, there was a rushing sound from inside.

It was a situation that was obvious even without seeing it. Neither Daniel nor Sylvia was to be seen when she returned to the mansion, so the two must have been together. In addition, this was the time when Daniel should be working in his study.

As soon as Daniel's permission to come in was given, the servant opened the door to the study.

When the door to the study opened, the first thing she saw was Daniel's tangled hair and Sylvia in wrinkled, untied dress straps.

“…Azela?”

Daniel, who was wiping his lips glistened with saliva that she didn't know whom it belonged to with the back of his hand, widened his eyes, surprised to see her. He didn't seem to have thought that she would come to see him first.

“I'm sorry I disturbed your good times, but I have something to check.”

Azela, who was looking at the two of her calmly alternately, took a leisurely pace and sat on the sofa opposite Sylvia.

Seeing her, Sylvia crossed one of her legs and smiled softly.

“It's okay, we have a lot of time… Would you like some tea?”

“No, it's okay. Even if I drink, it won't be here.”

The atmosphere in the study room, which was sticky and somehow warm, was very unpleasant. As Azela covered her mouth with her sleeve and furrowed her eyebrows, Sylvia gave a grim look, as if she thought it was because of herself and Daniel.

It was a very amusing sight.

“It's fine. I also had a lot to talk about with you… They said you ran out in a hurry today, but without telling me, where do you keep going like that? It's difficult if you use business as an excuse to not properly conduct yourself.”

Daniel pressed his index finger on his temple as if showing he had been patient.

Still, it didn't matter to her what he said or how he spoke because that wasn't what she wanted to say.

“Are you not going to say anything?”

As she sat on the sofa without saying a word, Daniel ruffled his hair in frustration. Azela turned her gaze to look at him, and the first thing that caught her eye was a button that had been pushed outward because it had not been properly buttoned.

The difference from Zagnac, who was always neat and unobtrusive, was so clear that she shook her head with a tired look.

“Now that your words are over, I will tell you my own.”

“Okay, give me an excuse.”

“Didn't you ask where I was today?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“Daniel, you are pretty good at lying. Everyone knows where I went and for what reason.”

“…What?”

“Do you usually touch my correspondence like this?”

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Saying so, she stared at Daniel once, and then Sylvia with an emotionless gaze. The two of them looked quite surprised as it was a question they hadn't thought of.

“I got a letter this morning. Where did it come from, whom did it come from, what was the content of the letter… Even if I don't say it, you probably know everything, right? Though it was in the afternoon when I got the letter.”

“It seems that this is not the first time.”

'I should've ordered tea.'

Azela paused for a moment, stroking her parched neck lightly. Daniel didn't say anything. That silence was telling her the answer was affirmative.

“Why did the letter that came to me go into your hands first, and that is not enough…”

She then turned her head and looked at Sylvia, who was sitting opposite her and bowing her gaze down in surprise. The wound on her palm had not yet healed, and she was still in bandages… No, she didn't even know if Sylvia wanted to show that she was still hurt.

“Why did the mere 'mistress' check my correspondence at will?”

It was a calm voice with no emotion of anger. There was silence in the library for a moment. As Azela put it, it was impossible for the mistress, Sylvia, to confirm the Madam's correspondence.

“Since when did you manage the correspondence that came to me?”

Taking her gaze away from Sylvia and looking back at Daniel, it was a calm voice. Nonetheless, it was a question that stood out. As she continued to interrogate, he took a deep breath and gently pulled the long rope next to the desk.

Soon, the bell rang in the mansion, and a maid rushed into the study room.

“Did, did you call, Master?”

In the atmosphere of the dreary study, the maid was shaking her shoulders with a tense look. The maid couldn't even properly lift her face, in case her neck would fall off.

“Bring me a strong drink because I'm thirsty.”

“Yes, I will.”

With his annoyed command, the maid, who bowed her body, hurriedly left the study. As he was about to unbutton the button that was holding his neck, Daniel realized that it wasn't properly fastened and ripped it all off with an annoyed hand.

All the buttons on it fell to the floor of the study with a loud noise.

“…Ha, Azela.”

“Tell me.”

“So, what do you want me to do?”

Daniel, who wiped his face a few times, asked with annoyed eyes.

Even though she didn't expect to receive an apology, she thought he would show an apologetic sign, and he always exceeded expectations. Azela's words were choked as she was taken aback by the way he spoke, arguing over and over again.

“I am your husband, a letter from you is like coming to me. I was just checking in advance to avoid any danger, but I didn't know you'll get angry like this.”

“Did you cut off the line without forwarding the letter that came to me in case of any danger?”

“There were no good letters for you to read. Of course, the correspondence you needed was delivered.”

“So, you're going to say you checked with Sylvia, too?”

“Sylvia was with me when I checked, but she didn't check your correspondence.”

All of Daniel's words were just his claims without evidence.

At that, she laughed at the absurd story. Azela, who had been laughing for a while, slowly got her body up from the sofa before walking up to Daniel's desk and staring down at him.

“You have no right to tamper with my correspondence. No matter how much you love me, even if we are a married couple.”

“I think it was just a small disagreement between you and me. Think about it. If I hadn't considered you my wife, I would never have done such a troublesome job. I did it for you.”

“Really…? Do you really think so?”

When Azela asked that, Daniel nodded his head calmly.

Meanwhile, Sylvia's small laugh could be heard behind her. It was an obvious sneer. The two of them were fooling around with her in the middle, as always.

Nodding her head with a dry expression after hearing Daniel's answer, her empty eyes turned to the desk. There were many letters and invitations, and among them were some that had not yet been opened.

Chapter end