Chapter 63 â The Letter (2)
âWellâ¦â
ââ¦Didnât you write it?â
âI did write it!â
However, it had been completely ruined and devoured by a pool of black ink.
âAnd it was taken away.â
By Professor Lassen.
ââ¦Oh.â
Ianâs eyes shimmered. Since olden times, harsh punishments were imposed to anyone who tampered with a letter to the royal family. Such as the death penalty.
âHeh, but it wasnât written well anyway.â
Louise hastily added.
âI donât think thatâs true.â
âIt is true.ââWell, what did you write?â
âWellâ¦in the first line.â
Louise carefully recalled the contents of the letter, and let them flow from her thoughts to her lips.âI wroteâ¦happy birthday.â
âThatâs a good introduction. And?â
âI asked you what it feels like to be an adult. â
âI donât feel anything. Yesterday and today arenât much different.â
His reply echoed her letter, and she smiled.
âI thought so too. So I moved on to the next sentence. â
âIâm looking forward to what you say next.â
âDonât raise your expectations. So thenâ¦âLouise hesitated. What she wrote next was completely inappropriate.
âI thanked you for tolerating my stubbornness. I mean, when I asked you toâ¦â
âI didnât expect you to say you were thankful for breaking our engagement on my birthday. Thatâs refreshing.â
âWell, it was only an accident that I wrote it.â
âI suppose so. I can imagine how embarrassed you probably looked after you wrote it. And then?â
Fortunately Ian didnât seem to take issue with her mistake, so Louise relaxed and spoke more confidently. This was the most important part.
âI said I hope you will continue to be good friends with me.ââOf course I will. Including Simon.â
He never left his beloved cousin out of the oath of friendship.
âAnd I signed it. Then letter was finished.â
ââ¦â
âAfter the ink dried, I carefully folded it.â
âNow will you explain where the beautiful words in the letters are?â
ââ¦In the introduction?â
âThere seems to be something missing. Hmm, considering Louise Sweeneyâs writing styleâ¦â
He nodded his head as if he were making calculations, then soon came to a conclusion.
âI think you wrote something else down after you promised our friendship.â
ââ¦!â
âItâs something you were surprised byâ¦Then you finished the letter and signed it quickly.â
âD-did you send someone to spy on me?â
âNo, I do my spying myself. But itâs not a difficult deduction considering your way of thinking, your writing style, and the way your emotions flow.â
There was so much he observed about Louise that she sat right up. Ian stared innocently down at Louise, oblivious to what was wrong.
Well, that was stalking. He had such a horrible obsession with her that he could figure out what was in her head!
âAm I wrong?â
He seemed nervous. She didnât understood what he was so worried about.
âN-no, youâre right.â
âI knew it.â
Fine, was he happy now?
âSo what was it? Now Iâm even more curious.â
âItâs not a big deal. I was wondering if it was okay to write it butâ¦â
âBut you wrote it down?â
âYes, unintentionally.â
âThe truth, that is.â
âYeah.â
How much does this guy really understand her.
âWhat was it?â
âWell, itâsâ¦I know itâs not going to happen.â
Ian seemed willing to listen to Louiseâs lengthy explanation.
âYouâll stay at the Academy until this year and then youâll be very busy after that. Not as the student council president, but as the crown prince. I know that His Highness has to do a lot of work for this country.â
He nodded his head, encouraging her to keep talking.
âSo what I wrote at the end of the letter was just a little wishful thinking.â
She had to do this properly.
âSo I hopedââ
Louise delivered the words of the letter as casually as she could.
âI hoped that I could celebrate like this next year.â
It sounded like a trivial thing, but it was something impossible. There was no such thing in the novel where the villainess and the male lead met afterwards and celebrated birthdays. However, Ian didnât seem to think about the forbidden relationship between the two. Well, he didnât know anything about the original story.
âWell, of courseâ¦â
After a short pause, he pecked her lips again.
âWe can celebrate like this next year too.â
ââ¦This was not what I thought of when I was writing this.â
Louise grumbled and covered her hand with her mouth. She had already gotten over the surprise of the small kisses and was worried that she was starting to like it.
âWriting isnât always read as the author intended.â
âThen the readerâs interpretation is too impure.â
âI canât help but read it that way. Why not stimulate the imagination?â
âHonestly, why does the presidentâ¦â
Why does the president keep doing this? She didnât finish her question. He wouldnât have understood if she asked anyway.
âThatâs an interesting start to a question.â
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
âDonât worry. I really donât want to answer any more questions either.â
He slowly stroked her ear hidden beneath her hair.
âI promised you.â
He repeated that dayâs promise in a heavy voice.
âA year. Then Iâll leave you alone.â
âIâ¦â
Louise didnât mean to be alone from him.
âItâs alright. If you have someone in your heart, someone in your mindâ¦if you have that feeling.â
The hand caressing her ear paused.
âI will accept it.â
ââ¦â
Louise couldnât bring herself to say that it wouldnât be her that would have feelings towards someone else.
âIâm looking forward to it.â
âW-what?â
âSeeing how far you can run away from me.â
His face radiated confidence, as if he was certain that Louise would not be out of his reach. It wasnât even a competition.
Louise really hated losing to Ian.
âI might go really, really far.â
âMaybe. My territory is pretty wide. Just enough that it would take a year or so for my lady to walk.â
âWell, if I look hard enough, maybe I can find a good-looking guy.â
Ianâs face darkened a little at that. Come to think of it, she would cause quite a stir among other men. Louise Sweeney was smart and hardworking. She was also honest, pretty, and her hair felt amazing. And her lips were so soft and sweet that he wished he could taste them some more right nowâ¦
If he went there, heâll have to endure being scolded by Mrs. Sweeney during summer vacation, but he could put up with it.
Ignorant of the complicated emotions swirling in his mind, Louise let out a small yawn. The exhaustion from today was catching up to her now. It was incredible that she bore that heavy burden on her shoulders.
He hugged Louise close and patted her back like before. He heard another yawn.
âDo you want to sleep like this?â
âIâm cozy and comfortable, so itâs okay, butâ¦â
When will this girl stop being so vulnerable?
ââ¦Iâm sorry you have to be on the hard floor on your birthday.â
Louiseâs words started to slur, following the gentle rhythm of his patting.
âItâs okay.â
He whispered in a small voice so as not to disturb her sleep. A muffled laugh came from his arms, followed by her steady breathing. Ian listened to it, breathing perfectly in time.
Finally, Louise succumbed to slumber. Ian leaned his face against Louiseâs hair and murmured into it.
ââ¦Iâm cozy and comfortable too.â
Before they knew it, a short dawn arrived at their feet.
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Early morning the next day.
Louise swallowed nervously as she stood in front of Professor Hewittâs office. The teacherâs assistant probably didnât come to work, and the professor was busy with his own private study. He may take offense at this unscheduled visit. However, there was no other way.
Knock knock.
She struck up the courage to knock on the door, and she heard permission given from inside. Louise carefully opened the door, holding herself as the example of the most polite posture in the world. Polite, not patronizing. Professor.
âAh, hello, Professor Hewitt.â
Louise carefully looked up and examined the professorâs expression. Despite her perfect manners, he was glaring daggers at Louise.
âWhy are you here?â