If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 110
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Havel, being just a butler, wouldn’t have taken it upon himself to handle such a precious item alone. It would have been different if Cain had specifically instructed him to do so.
Agatha got up from her seat. With her hair done, it was now time to put on her dress.
Her upcoming birthday celebration would see the attendance of all the high ladies of Leden, and to stand out among them, she needed to be as splendid as possible.
The dress Liana had fussed over for a month arrived, and it was indeed dazzling. The dress was adorned with rich lace and densely studded with jewels. To Agatha, who neither sought nor cared for admiration, it was just an ostentatious ornament.
Teschen helped Agatha out of her evening gown and fastened the corset around her. Adjusting the corset took some time, and Agatha braced herself for the familiar discomfort as she took a deep breath.
“His Grace is here.”
The door suddenly opened, and Cain appeared without any prior notice. The attendants, who had been assisting with Agatha’s dress, quickly stepped back and greeted the master of the house.
It was amusing. It was no longer a curiosity to Agatha what Cain’s intentions were in visiting a place he usually avoided, especially twice in one day.
“What brings you here?” Agatha asked, keeping her gaze fixed on the mirror. The coldness in her voice was vivid, even though she did not move.
The attendants exchanged uneasy glances, wondering why the Madam was behaving so unusually.
“Everyone leave.”
Cain ordered everyone out, his gaze meeting Agatha’s through the mirror. Liana was the last to step out, quietly closing the door behind her, leaving just the two of them in the previously bustling room.
“It seems the dress has arrived.”
“Yes.”
There was nothing more to say. Agatha absentmindedly touched her hair. She couldn’t understand why her husband, who had previously shown no interest in her birthday or anything else, suddenly came to act friendly.
Of course, she didn’t need to understand.
“I just need to confirm the measurements one last time. Is there something you need here?”
She was subtly hinting that he should leave if he had no business.
But Cain didn’t respond. Instead, he slowly approached and stood close behind her, his gaze lingering on Agatha’s reflection in the mirror.
“I’ll help with that.”
“Pardon?”
He was going to help her get dressed? Agatha nearly burst into laughter. It was amusing to think that a man who had only ever handled weapons was now offering to assist with a lady’s corset.
However, contrary to her expectations, Cain skillfully and quickly adjusted the laces of the corset. Where had he learned to dress a woman? The image of the red-haired woman from the study came to mind. Agatha kept her mouth shut.
Whether her suspicions were true or not, they no longer mattered to her. Yet, she felt an irrational jealousy toward an unfamiliar woman. No, perhaps it was a good thing to feel this way about Cain Vernat, as it would make it easier to detach herself from him, Agatha reassured herself.
“You handle it as if you’ve done this many times before.”
Oh no. She had meant to provoke Cain and ended up sounding like she was whining in jealousy.
“I have done it quite a few times. Both undressing and dressing.”
It didn’t seem appropriate to say such things while helping dress his own wife. Agatha was irritated by Cain’s audacious answer, as he had never dressed her before. How should she understand this man, who no longer even tries to hide his sordid affairs with other women? How far was he willing to go in showing his true colors?
Cain finished tying the corset and turned Agatha around to face him. The sudden close proximity, replacing her reflection in the mirror with Cain’s face, made Agatha uncomfortable.
“What are you doing?”
“Hold still.”
Cain’s touch as he gently lifted her chin was unexpectedly soft. As he examined Agatha’s face from various angles, he made a clicking sound with his tongue.
“Is something wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“You should have had it checked with the head maid.”
Cain’s gaze settled on Agatha’s lips. Only then did Agatha realize he was referring to the Baefri leaf ointment Teschen had brought.
No one could have imagined that he would send such a precious ointment just for a small cut on her lips. Especially from the ice-cold knight who was as unyielding as a stone.
“It’s not necessary. I don’t need it.”
“Quiet. Stay still.”
Cain reached out and picked up the small wooden box haphazardly placed on the table. His careful action of opening the lid and dipping his fingertip into the ointment made her tense.
The sharp scent of herbs brushed against her nose, followed by the sticky sensation on her lower lip. As he rubbed the ointment over the cut a couple of times and continued to examine her expression, Agatha averted her gaze.
It wasn’t something she was used to—looking at his face so closely and in such a bright setting.
“If you apply this, it will be fine within a day.”
“……”
“Why do you look at me like that, Wife?”
