Was he really embarrassed, or was it all just an act to deceive me?

In the past, I would have trusted the pure and kind Noel, but after everything that had happened, it was hard to believe in such straightforwardness.

“Then… just wait a moment. I’ll clean up.”

Noel looked at the tray. The large box was filled with debris that had smashed.

As the saying goes, some play while others eat. But a more accurate version would be: some break things, and others are left to clean up the mess.

1. Where could the camera be?

2. How exactly do Noel, Cane, and Theo communicate?

In the past, I had been told during a consultation that there was a chair in the mind’s room and the person sitting in that chair was the one who controlled the body while the other personalities were in their rooms doing their things until they decided to sit in the chair.

During this process, the personalities could communicate and exchange opinions. However, they could not watch the actions of the personality controlling the body like a video. That was the information I had.

Now, I find myself questioning this. Is it true? Could it be that they fully share all the actions each of them takes?

Even if I don’t think it makes sense, it’s a thought that keeps me in doubt.

3. There’s no doubt that Cane is a pawn in Theo’s game. But what about Noel? Is he trying to train me too? How far does his real plan go?

These three questions were what I was most curious about at the time.

Sitting in front of me, Noel looked peaceful as he read a book. The book he was reading was a boring documentary titled A Biological Exploration of Humans, which offered neither excitement nor inspiration.

I had already read The Chronicle of Arkel twice, and now I was on my third. There were other books, but I didn’t feel like picking them up.

When I asked him to stay by my side, Noel did just that. In appearance, he looked just like the old Noel. If he hadn’t made such a shocking confession, I might have treated him the same as before, thinking he was being forced to help under the influence of the mad Theo.

“I guess the book isn’t interesting. Shall we have a conversation?”

Noticing my gaze, Noel closed the book. It felt like the situation had changed. I felt like his patient and he was my doctor. I didn’t mind at all.

“By the way, isn’t Theo… not working?”

I couldn’t ask the three questions I was most curious about directly, so I brought up some smaller, secondary curiosities instead.

“I ask my secretary.”

Judging it to be a casual conversation, Noel answered willingly.

“Can’t he visit the troops?”

“There are representatives for inspections and visits.”

“Sounds like a good job.”

Theo was responsible for managing military supplies and overseeing the import and export of goods. The Duke had been Minister of the Interior for generations, responsible for national defense. This duty shone brightest under Theo’s leadership, for no other nation on the continent could match Arkel’s defense.

“You knew about this too, didn’t you, Noel?”

“What do you mean?”

“Theo insisted that he would be the one to use me.”

Noel paused for a moment and closed his mouth.

“I’m just asking because I’m genuinely curious.”

“Yes, I knew.”

“Then you knew that was why he came to see me?”

I remembered how Noel had been reticent in his speech after Theo’s arrival.

“I thought that would be the case.”

He could have easily lied, but Noel didn’t. His calm eyes were fixed on me.

Suddenly I remembered the crucial moment that had led to my separation from Theo.

It was the day I went to see Noel. The weather was fine and I was feeling pretty good because my published paper had been well received.

Noel came to the hospital with a bouquet of red roses to celebrate my successful presentation. The roses were fresh and fragrant. I was touched.

When he whispered Congratulations with a warm smile, I couldn’t help but blush.

I was deeply in love with Theo at the time, and every action he took was exciting.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t excited when Noel, who looked just like Theo, acted so sweetly.

And somehow Theo knew he didn’t like the bouquet Noel had given me. He sneered coldly as if he doubted my feelings. At first, I tried to laugh it off.

But as our little argument escalated, I increasingly felt that there was no way out. Theo and Noel were inseparable, and while they were both slowly healing, Noel’s enthusiasm contrasted sharply with Theo’s consistently lukewarm attitude, causing my frustration to boil over.

Looking back, I realized that Noel had also been harboring different feelings inside…

In the end, we parted coldly that day without resolving our anger, and we clashed over similar issues a few more times after that. Then Theo was the one who initiated the break-up. My heart ached, but I had no choice but to accept it. At that time I was also in a dilemma.

I began to feel that it was impossible to continue the treatment and still have feelings of love for Theo. As our arguments escalated, this thought became more intense. I concluded that it would be best to hand over his treatment to Dr Leoton. I also felt that our relationship needed some time apart.

It was surprising, however, that Theo Blaine, who had been so sensitive about his relationship with Noel, now wanted to share me with his other personalities.

“Noel, why won’t you have s*x with me?”

There was nothing special about the reason I asked this question.

Firstly, I had a twisted desire to get back at Theo. I was angry that he had changed his attitude so easily after being so sensitive about our relationship. I resented him for disappearing without a word after having wild s*x.

The thought of getting closer to Noel gave me an inexplicable thrill. It almost felt like getting back at Theo.

Secondly, my desire to pull Noel completely to my side had grown stronger. I didn’t care if he followed Theo’s orders or not. I just needed to be more proactive in charming him. It was true that Noel was an enigma, but the fact that he liked me was a given.

Looking at it that way, I felt like a villain, but I didn’t want to argue about human decency in front of a kidnapper.

“…I like you, but I have no intention of taking advantage of this situation.”

Noel said with a slight frown. It was ridiculous logic. Since he had implicitly allowed and agreed to this whole kidnapping plan, he was also an accomplice.

But his words reassured me, at least a little. It seemed he wasn’t trying to take advantage of my anxious feelings in cahoots with Theo.

“So you’re on my side?”

I asked in a whisper. My look must have been serious. Even without consciously trying to convey such an expression, my sincerity must have shone through.

“I am always on your side, Yuel.”

“As long as it’s within Theo’s permission, right?”

“….”

Noel fell silent. His eyes flickered slightly. He seemed to feel a sense of guilt towards me.

“Then does Theo allow this?”

I stood up and moved closer to Noel. Then I kissed his lips, which looked surprised as he looked up at me. I put my hand on his completely frozen shoulder and rubbed my lips gently against his.

I hoped Noel would tell Theo about this. I wanted him to be a little more irritated.

While Theo and Cane had taken me first, with Noel, I had approached him first, so I wanted Theo to feel the difference. Theo Blaine seemed the type to be very jealous of such things.

As I was about to pull away and praise my courage and plan, Noel wrapped his arms around my head and kissed me deeper. My head was tilted and our lips intertwined, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, brushing against my soft flesh, entwining and s*cking.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. Sensing the discomfort of my bent waist, he gripped it and pulled me onto his lap. Suddenly I was sitting on his knees and our lips quickly met again.

Our tongues intertwined in an erotic dance, soft yet intense. Suddenly I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing against my thigh. I was taken aback. Noel had an aura of chastity about him and knowing that he was getting hard in response to me felt strangely uncomfortable, even though I had mentally prepared for it.

He was aroused, but he was concentrating only on kissing, not touching my body or seeking deeper intimacy. Once again I took the initiative.

Gently responding to his tongue exploring my mouth, I began to undo the neatly arranged buttons on his shirt, one by one.

Surprised by my actions, Noel stopped the kiss and pulled his lips away. Our breaths mingled at close distance. I could see the all-too-familiar heat rising in his warm, glowing eyes.

I didn’t flinch from his gaze as I continued to unbutton his shirt. His firm chest gradually came into view. The white cotton shirt suited Noel well; he looked neat. The thought of my hands disturbing that neatness gave me a strange feeling.

The closeness of the Master’s body, engraved in my cells, added to the sensation. His well-trained, sensual body was gradually warming, responding to the moment.