Ch. 111 The Greater You Burn (1)Louise had no difficulty recognizing Claireâs voice from above her. This was the first time Louise had seen her that day. Claire had been rather angry during the time Louise was unable to make it to the new semester party, but it paled in comparison to the way she was now.
âWhatâs wrong with Claireâ¦?â
As Louise worried over her friend, another voice cut in.
âI donât agree with it.â
It was Dean Crissis.
âClaire and Dean?!â
Louise turned to Hesse in surprise, and he nodded.
Shame on herself! Louise didnât intend to eavesdrop on her friendsâ secret conversation, and she hurriedly pressed her hands to her ears.
âI canât hear you. I canât hear you.â
She chanted this repeatedly to herself, but the human hand was not known to insulate sound very well and she could hear every word they said.
âWell I do. And donât ever do it again.â
That sounded so interesting. Louise was a little frustrated.
âI really donât want to hear it!â
She pressed her palms more firmly to her ears, but it didnât help.
âI donât approve, and if your fiancé doesnât, neither will I.â
Louise couldnât help but be overwhelmed with curiosity.
âWhat did her fiancé doâ¦No, I canât hear you. I canât hear you!â
As a last resort, Louise repeatedly clapped her palms on her ears. Fortunately it worked, and soon she could barely hear their conversation. Her arms ached, but for the sake of her friendship with those two she thought it was worth it.
âOhâ¦thatâs a funny method.â
Hesse copied her a few times, then he reached out to Louise. She understood his intention right away. Her arms were starting to hurt, so Hesse was going to keep her ears shut on her behalf. Louise carefully took her hands off her ears.
âItâs none of your business!â
For a brief moment she heard an outburst from Claire, before Hesseâs hands came up to cover and pull away from her ears repeatedly. Because of the fast and muffled sounds she did not hear any more conversation between the two.
âThatâs great Sir Hesse.â
Suddenly, surprised crossed Hesseâs face and he looked up.
âHesseâ¦?â
Louise called to him in a small voice. Instead of answering, he dropped his hands that covered her ears.
âWhat the hell is going on?â
Louise looked up towards were Hesseâs eyes were riveted.
âWell, it was wrong that you kissed me!â
Louise froze as Claireâs voice pierced her ears. She looked back at Hesse.
âWhy did you move your hand just before the big revealâ¦â
She complained to him in a whisper, but he just grinned. He thought it funny to block her ears again when she had already heard the most important words.
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âWell, it was wrong that you kissed me!â
Claire shot him a stern glare.
âWell, what were you going to do then?â
âWhat?â
âIf I hadnât kissed you, what were you going to do in that situation?â
âIâ¦â
Claire closed her eyes for a moment and thought.
That day there was a party with some close family members. Claire was present with her fiancé of course, but she hadnât been exactly keen to go. The party was mostly for adults, and there werenât many friends from the Academy there. However, as the couple were soon to be married, they followed the tradition of appearing together. If it werenât for Dean who came on behalf of his parents, she couldnât possibly have a personal conversation with anyone.
Claire waited until everyone else was deeply occupied in the party, then stood up quietly.
âMay I go back first?â
After asking for permission from her fiancé, he nodded eagerly and saw her off to the hallway.
âBe careful on the way back.â
He gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and then swiftly retreated back to the party.
âI wonder who I will hear about tomorrow.â
She could tolerate almost anyone, but she thought, please, donât let it be a married woman.
It wasnât easy to deal with this kind of situation. Claire knew that her fiancé was not a good man. Their engagement was not a matter of love, but of a decision by their families. And her fiancéâs parents were pretty nice people. They promised to help the Iris family, and even signed a contract to allow Claire run the family business in the future. Their condition was their son.
When she thought about it, it wasnât a bad marriage. Claire would have the opportunity to use her skill set, and that chance didnât come by easily.
âAre you going back?â
Claire nodded as Dean Crisis approached her.
âIâm going to go to sleep. Iâm a little tired.â
âYou should drink moderately.â
âI donât want to hear that kind of nagging from a boy who canât even drink yet.â
âYouâ¦!â
Dean seemed to want to argue, but he soon became quiet. The one year age difference seemed even bigger between them these days. Claire smiled and opened a small fan.
âAre you angry?â
He shook his head. Outside, several elderly women were boarding their respective carriages. They were slow, and they seemed to drag out the time they were saying their goodbyes to each other. In particular, they wished each other good health several times. The butler approached Claire and Dean and apologized for the delay in the preparation of her carriage.
âItâs alright.â
Claire shrugged lightly. She didnât want to disturb the old ladiesâ sweet separation.
âIâll just go for a walk.â
She began to take a stroll along the brightly lit pathway, and Dean took her side without a word. Suddenly Claire broke the silence.
âArenât they cute?â
Dean quickly realized that she was talking about the elderly women.
âYeah.â
âI wonder, will Louise and I be like that?â
Would they be friends that cared about each otherâs sore joints?
âMaybe.â
âIt will be like that with you, of course.â
There was no reply to this remark.
âAre you still upset?â
Claire looked at him. He used to be smaller than her, but he had grown up now. If she didnât raise her head, she wouldnât be able to see his expression.
Did he feel her gaze? His shimmering eyes turned towards her. There was a shadow of discontent in them. How could a child with such clear eyes then look like this now?
âYou were cute too.â
Claire murmured sadly at the memory of the childhood Dean.
âShut up.â
âThatâs not a cute answer.â
âOh, for real!â
âThatâs really not cute.â
âClaire Iris! â
Dean shouted and blocked her way, but Claire remained unfazed.
âWhen did you stop calling me by the cute title of sister?â
To her he was a cute little brother, no matter how he behaved.
âYou know, I donât have a brother. I really liked it when you called me that.â
â â¦Donât satisfy your personal needs with me.â
âWhy? You liked it too.â
âWho said I liked it!â
âThatâs true.â
Claire looked away and laughed. Whenever she teased Dean, she always had that look on her face.
âWhen you used the magic word âsisterâ, I listened and indulged you in whatever you wanted, didnât I?
ââ¦â
She did. Dean couldnât bring himself to argue. He used it several times when he wanted Claire to share her snack with him.
âThat was a few years agoâ¦!â
He had a disgruntled expression on his face, and he shut his mouth for a moment. His gaze was fixed somewhere beyond Claire.
âDean?â
The moment she said his name, she tried to turn towards him, but he gripped her arm in a hurry.
âKeep walking.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âJ-just walk! Stop talking!â
The moment he grabbed her arm, Claire turned around. In retrospect, she should have listened to him. If she had not turned around, she would not have known what Dean saw.
There was a terrace, and on it she could see a pair of lovers hungering for the taste of each otherâs lips. The light from the garden reflected from the wall and lit up their faces.