My Former Lover Didn't Die And Came Back - Chapter 32

Blaire paced around the bedroom in her pajamas.

The white moon was beautifully floating outside, but she had no interest in moon-gazing. The luxurious window, carved with gold vine patterns, was locked from the outside. She could see outside, but opening it was impossible.

Not to mention, the bedroom door was locked from the outside. It only opened during meal times, and maids would come in with food on silver trays. After finishing her meal, she was taken to the adjacent bathroom to wash up. After drying her hair, changing her clothes, and spraying perfume, they would leave and lock the door again.

Cedric hadn’t seen her since their last argument. Because it ended with her being confined to the bedroom. When she asked a maid, she was told he was eating in the office and busy with work.

“……Sigh.”

She sighed and lay down on the bed. It was time to go to sleep, but the problem was that she wasn’t tired due to a lack of activity.

She tried covering herself with a blanket, tossing and turning. She was in the bedroom all day, so it was no wonder that sleep wouldn’t come.

Her confinement at the Cavendish mansion was better.

At least that was her home. Her books and belongings were all there.

It took months for her to clean up the blood that splattered everywhere and wash all the curtains because Cedric had trashed the mansion on the first day. She had to take care of meals, laundry, and dishes herself. Spending the day like that, being busy moving around, meant she slept well at night. Of course, he also tormented her every night.

But it’s late, so I should sleep.

She tried counting sheep with her eyes forced shut but gave up because it was boring. She thought of taking several deep breaths, but it was too bothersome. After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, she finally drifted off to a light sleep.

“……Ugh……”

Blaire quietly woke up to the sound of the doorknob turning. Light seeped through the slightly opened door crack. It must be the light from a candlestick hung on the corridor wall.

…Is this a dream? It was unusual for the door to be open when it wasn’t mealtime.

Soon, the door closed again, and the light disappeared. She blinked several times to adjust to the darkness.

She heard careful footsteps. A large figure was approaching the bed in the dim room.

“……Cedric?”

A muffled voice called out. There was only one person who would look for her at this time.

Thunk, the edge of the bed sank. The man was climbing onto the bed.

“Cedric? What’s wrong?”

Cedric crawled on his knees closer to her. As he approached, a strong scent of whiskey hit her.

“……Were you drinking?”

Blaire asked, her brows furrowing.

“……Blaire.”

A low voice flowed out. The voice she hadn’t heard in a long time was completely drenched in alcohol.

The man laid his body over her, completely covering her with his large frame.

“……You’re heavy. Cedric.”

“……”

Without saying a word, the man buried his head in her nape and stayed still. Then he began rubbing his forehead against her and calling out her name repeatedly.

…There’s only one reason this man came to her at night.

Blaire gently pushed Cedric away, creating a gap through which she slowly untied the ribbon across her chest. Then, Cedric’s eyes widened.

“……What are you doing.”

The man said as he grabbed the hand that was pulling at the ribbon.

“……Why are you doing this, all of a sudden.”

“……”

“There’s only one reason you’re looking for me at this hour.”

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and only now could I see the man’s expression.

……What’s with that face?

The man looked as if he had been slapped. The strength in his hand, which was holding hers, intensified.

“……I didn’t come here for this.”

“……Then?”

Blaire asked out of pure curiosity. The man repeated the motion of pressing his lips together and then parting them, unable to answer.

“……Blaire.”

“Yes.”

“……I had no choice.”

The man said.

“……I had no choice. Okay?”

“What do you mean you had no choice.”

It was frustrating, suddenly being woken up to hear him say something incomprehensible.

“……You’re still your parents’ daughter, aren’t you?”

Cedric asked earnestly.

“……”

He had spent the entire carriage ride trying to justify his actions towards her, and that was the only reason he could come up with.

She was innocent. He fully acknowledged that now.

But her parents could not be considered innocent. Adrian had planned everything, and they cooperated. They were the ones who had sold him into slavery just to keep their daughter away from him. And Blaire was their daughter……

Ha. The man’s face contorted.

The reason Blaire had overlooked his actions until now was guilt. That was the only reason, and it couldn’t disappear. Otherwise, she would vanish from his life like a mirage.

Blair must never know the truth that Adrian orchestrated everything.

Suddenly, Cedric’s grip on Blaire’s shoulder tightened. She looked at him quietly before her lips parted.

“……Right. I am my parents’ daughter.”

“……”

“Is that what you were curious about, Cedric?”

She answered without enthusiasm. The question seemed to hold no significant meaning for her.

“……If you’re not going to do anything, could you leave? I’m getting sleepy.”

She gave a gentle order to leave.

“……”

As Cedric moved away from the bed, she pulled up the blanket. She glanced at him, leaving the bedroom with heavy steps, and then closed her eyes again.

* * *

Blaire’s eyes squinted automatically at the pouring sunlight, and she slowly rubbed them before getting up. After stretching, she ran her palm over the fabric that enveloped her body. Her pajamas were extremely soft. Ever since she moved to Cedric’s house, the pajamas she was changed into daily were indeed luxurious.

……It must be the finest silk available in the empire.

The man who ordered her to wear these pajamas had come to her drunk last night.

……No. It might have been a dream. The expression he had while looking at her last night…… somehow lacked reality.

……I should wash up.

When she got out of bed and stepped on the carpet, she stepped on something. It was a large black leather glove.

……?

……Is this Cedric’s?

When she brought it to her nose, she could faintly smell alcohol.

Was his visit last night, not a dream after all?

Blaire stood there dazed for a moment, then turned her head to call for a maid.

……Huh?

The bedroom door was open. The lock was gone overnight.

* * *

After being washed and dressed by the maids, she left her room. As she was about to enter the dining hall, the butler approached and said,

“……?”

“A carriage is waiting for you at the mansion’s entrance.”

Blaire couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“……?”

She was so stunned that she couldn’t speak immediately. When she pointed at her chest, as if to ask if he was speaking to her, the butler nodded.

“The master is waiting for you at the Florentia Restaurant.”

The head maid wrapped a fur coat around her as he spoke.

“……Ha.”

She was flabbergasted.

Led by the servants, Blaire boarded the carriage that was waiting in front of the mansion. The carriage door, framed with gold, bore the Fitzgerald family’s crest of two overlapping lions.

Clunk clunk.

As she looked out of the window with a dazed expression, she noticed that the snow on the roadside trees had slightly melted.

A satin hat with a translucent veil was placed on her by the head maid. To see outside properly, she slightly lifted the veil covering half of her face.

* * *

Upon arriving at the restaurant, two staff members came out to greet her.

“We will guide you to your reserved room.”

She was led straight to the room. However, what was strange was that she didn’t see any other guests on her way to the reserved room.

Considering the luxurious interior, it seemed like a successful restaurant, yet there wasn’t a single customer even though it was lunchtime.

Slide.

Blaire entered the room she was guided to.

“……Wow.”

The large room was filled with colorful flowers. And beyond an open terrace on one side of the room, there was a panoramic view of Blue Port city.

“Wow……”

Blaire walked towards the terrace without realizing it and looked down at the city.

“It’s beautiful.”

Blue Port was beautiful, and the air biting at her nose was refreshing. It had been a long time since she had been to such a nice place.

“……Do you like it?”

Upon hearing a low voice, Blair turned around to find Cedric sitting in front of the table, dressed in full regalia.

“……Cedric.”

“……You look beautiful today.”

The man said with a faint smile on his sculpted face. In an instant, a gentle breeze blew through the terrace, lightly tousling Cedric’s black hair.

“……”

Blair watched the scene for a moment.

Not long after, a server came in and a full-course meal was set on the white tablecloth-covered dining table.

Blair pierced an appetizer made with sea bass and abalone with a fork and asked,

“What’s this? What caused your change of heart?”

“Do you like going outside?”

Instead of answering her question, the man asked another question.

“People like going to nice places. Can you find anyone who likes being confined?”

To the man’s obvious question, Blair gave an expected answer, and the man listened with a calm expression.

“Now I won’t confine you. Go wherever you want. Just take Theo and a bodyguard with you.”

“……”

She unexpectedly stiffened like a rock at his words.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?”

“Why all of a sudden? Why the change of heart?”

She asked in a voice full of confusion.

“People change.”

Blair asked in a puzzled tone, and the man responded with a smile on his face. That was the truth of the world that a woman had whispered at an estate on the outskirts of the capital before the season changed.

“……”

She was too surprised to say anything. She considered probing further to understand the sudden change in his attitude, but decided against it since she didn’t expect a serious answer.

“I’ll go out in the city and wander as I please.”

“Go ahead.”

The man said as he watched her eat.

“I’ll visit my parents for a few days, too.”

“Don’t stay too long.”

“And I want to go back to my house. My house is comfortable.”

At that, the man’s face stiffened.

“Is my townhouse uncomfortable?”

“Yeah, it’s stuffy.”

As she replied with a corner of her mouth raised, the color drained from the man’s face.