Chapter 112
“That, of course, I will do as well.”
He met my gaze and lifted the corner of his mouth in a gentle, almost teasing smile. For a fleeting moment, his softly curved eyes glimmered brightly.
“What I meant was… personally, I intend to watch over you with a bit of… interest.”
“…Me?”
“Yes. You.”
For a possessor, that was an almost chilling statement. But for Camilli Mute, it was equally ambiguous—hard to discern the exact intent.
I stared at him silently for a moment before speaking.
“What did you discuss with Dahlia?”
“Are you asking as an older sister concerned for her sibling… or—?”
He took a step toward me as he spoke, his long stride instantly closing the gap between us.
“Jealousy?”
“….”
I was completely at a loss for words, frozen by his handsome features suddenly getting close. When my brain finally managed to reboot and I could breathe again, I was too stunned to respond.
“Were we ever at a point where such a word could apply to us?”
I asked, letting out a faint, awkward laugh to mask my shock—but he, shamelessly, didn’t even flinch.
“I’d like us to be at that point. Why not?”
“…It’s disorienting to hear such words as if they’re sincere. I know your record is impressive, but—”
“Record?”
For the first time, his usually composed expression changed. He frowned as if he hadn’t expected such a comment, even stepping back slightly to give some distance.
“What record are you talking about?”
“…Of course, I know your record.”
The record of having seduced Yuli Langa and extracted all the confidential information from Hongik Ingan. Even when I first saw him in Loitri, he spoke with shameless ease, so nothing about it surprised me.
With his looks, it would be stranger if he didn’t have such a record.
But mentioning Yuli Langa directly was risky. Everything I knew about them came through Hongik Ingan, and I had no idea how public their relationship was. My options were limited.
“Obvious. I don’t know much about Sir personally, but ever since we met, you’ve been like that—talking about erasing everything with new love, this and that.”
When I referenced Loitri, he laughed lightly, as if I’d said something genuinely amusing. His eyes softened, curving with warmth, almost like looking at a cute creature, which sent an odd flutter through my chest. That look—he shouldn’t be showing it like that.
“So I must have seemed frivolous.”
“Are you saying that’s not the case?”
“It wasn’t a pleasant misunderstanding, but at least it’s fun discovering things.”
True to his thick-skinned nature, he replied with a teasing, confident grin and started moving again.
“But—”
As I followed him, taking slow steps, he suddenly asked,
“Are you certain?”
“Excuse me?”
“That day… that was the first time we met, right?”
“….”
My steps faltered. His question was sudden, but his expression hinted at some hidden meaning.
“I…”
He tilted his head toward me, whispering in a low voice,
“It feels like I met you a long time ago.”
“….”
‘Met a long time ago’ or ‘Feels like I met you before’?
I froze, unable to react to such baffling words. Just then, someone appeared to break the tension.
“Camil?”
Dante had noticed me from a distance and hurried over, clearly flustered by the man in uniform beside me.
“Isn’t that Sir Ren? Why are you here…?”
“Official duties call me back, so I’ll excuse myself first.”
Ren announced his early departure without explanation. It was clear he didn’t want the conversation we just had to be overheard. He strode away without hesitation.
Dante questioned me about why I’d gone on a walk alone with him, but I had no patience to answer such minor matters at the moment.
“…Met before?”
My instincts, honed through recent survival experiences, told me this wasn’t a casual remark. There was definitely some hidden meaning.
[Affinity: 77]
At the same time, I recalled his unusually high affinity score, which had already thrown me into confusion.
What on earth is this man hiding?
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