Yernia, who wasn’t aware of it, merely laughed out loud as if she had forgotten everything.
Instead of nodding in agreement, Cassian exploded.
He had wanted to ask her this a while ago.
“Why did you cry earlier?”
“What?”
“You cried on the boat earlier. Because of me.”
Before they knew it, their eyes were now accustomed to the darkness.
Yernia was worried that the little duke would get angry at her like before, but she still nodded.
“You were mean.”
“What did I do?”
“You don’t like me. No one hates me but you.”
Once again, Yernia’s shoulders drooped as if dark clouds were weighing heavily on her.
Cassian was annoyed.
No, it wasn’t irritation.
He felt something drop at the pit of his stomach.
Yernia would still bother him every day no matter how often he told her to scram.
She kept calling him ‘Little Duke’ once he appeared in her line of sight.
She was so energetic and lively that the beautiful sound of her laughter would keep echoing in his mind before falling asleep.
But that moment at the boat was the first time Yernia couldn’t look him in the eye.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Really?”
“But I do hate you in the past. Plus, you splashed water on my face on the boat. Nobody had done that before, so I didn’t know how to react.” Cassian said calmly, in contrast to the loud thoughts he had.
Yernia’s face brightened up like candlelight.
“I thought you hated me, and it made me sad. I’m so glad you didn’t.”
It was dark in the kitchen, but when Yernia laughed, it felt like his entire world lit up.
Or maybe, it was because of the moonlight shining from the kitchen window.
Yernia’s fearful countenance looked like she wanted to leave the kitchen now, but Cassian stopped her by grabbing her hand.
He wasn’t thinking at all.
Yernia looked back at Cassian in wonder, and at that moment, Cassian uttered his name.
“Cassian.”
“What?”
“Cassian Lecardo.”
‘Tell me your name.’ He heard Yernia’s voice in his head.
Cassian was planning to tell her his name at the lake, but she didn’t even give him a chance.
Still, it wasn’t his intention to reveal it in a dark kitchen like this.
Cassian had even surprised himself by saying it while holding Yernia’s hand.
***
“If you return to your room, the maid who will bring you the wash this morning will catch you.”
That was why Cassian brought Yernia to his room.
He had no idea where Yernia’s room was located, so he dragged her into his room for now.
After turning on the magic lamp, Cassian pulled a handkerchief from the table drawer beside his bed.
“Do you carry a handkerchief around?”
“You don’t have it? Why don’t you buy one?”
It was surprising how Yernia had given his handkerchief a curious stare.
The Count didn’t look poor, making him wonder why Yernia wasn’t carrying the same thing around.
“I don’t have it around because I forget. My Mama does carry it around.”
Did he intrigue her for merely carrying a handkerchief around like the Countess?
He didn’t respond.
He lifted Yernia off the ground and put her on the bed.
“Your face is a sight to behold.”
How could such a small face eat chocolate while involving her lips, nose, cheeks, and eyelids?