It wasnât until I left the Libre coffee shop after talking to Tobias that I remembered the Stalkerâs demands.
âNo, Iâll go alone today.â
I had no choice but to refuse Toby, who would walk me home. I never want anything terrible to happen to this person.
âMs. Melissa, whyâŠâŠ.â
However, the moment I made eye contact with him looking down at me with a disappointed face, I felt helplessly wanting to tell him everything.
I wanted my anxiety to be comforted by you. I want to lean on you endlessly. Iâm afraid of going home after a suspicious man.
âThat, actuallyâŠâŠ.â
ââŠâŠ.â
A streak of winter wind scraped past him and me as we faced each other. The harsh cold woke me up.
This isnât it.
Itâs ridiculous of me to narrow the distance between Tobias and I. We werenât lovers to begin with, that I could lean on him.
I donât have the right to get Toby in trouble. This fact never changes even if he favors me or even if we become lovers.
ââŠâŠitâs nothing. Itâs because I want to walk alone today.â
âDo you have to walk alone?â
âWell, itâs not comfortable to be indebted to you every timeâŠâŠ.â
I just wanted to endure this situation safely. Until that unidentified man watching me leaves. Iâm sure it wonât take too long.
âWhat do you mean? NeverâŠâŠ.â
Tobias trembled like the day we first met.
âYou donât have to follow me, Tobias. Really.â
I told him not to follow me back. I didnât want him to be hurt by any chance because of this stupid stalker commotion.
âItâs cold, Toby. Letâs part ways.â
ââŠâŠ.â
Looking stiff and awkward, Toby, who was staring at me, managed to open his mouth.
âGoodbye, Miss Melissa. After meeting Mr. LonghornâŠâŠ.â
âYes. See you then.â
When I answered softly, he finally smiled brightly.
* * *
I wrote a letter to Mr. Malcolm Longhorn.
It was quite a plausible letter, including my surprise of getting the undeserved gift, how much I liked the dress, and concluding that I wanted to meet in person and say thank you.
The problem is that I donât know where to send this letter.
âOh, Melissa! You were at home.â
âHello, Mr. Greg.â
Mr. Greg smiled coolly, pulling the brows covered by the gray beard marks. The moment I saw his face, I thought, I donât know if the problem will be solved sooner than I expected.
Madame Kerney, as always, with a stern look, rummaged in the box containing meat.
âHow come you brought only the rump today? I was going to make more bacon.â
(T/N: rump: the hind part of the body of a mammal)
âOh! It happened because I made a mistake. If you ripen it well and grill itâŠâŠ.â
Mr. Greg, who was exhausted to appease Madame Kerney, managed to hand over the box of her meat to madam.
After a while, I handed an empty box to him waiting at the doorway and spoke in a low voice.
âMr. Greg.â
âOh, thank you. Then next timeââ
âIâŠ! I have a question for you.â
Mr. Greg opened his eyes wide and looked at me. It was a natural reaction because he and I never had any separate conversation.
âDo you know where Mr. Longhornâs house is?â
âLonghorn? Frank Longhorn?â
âUh, no, that, MalcolmâŠâŠ.â
âOh! You mean the eldest son? I know.â
Thatâs a reliefâŠâŠ As expected, Mr. Greg, who was busy going all over Florin, would know.
âBut why all of a sudden you are looking for Mr. Longhorn?â
âItâs just that I received a great gift from him, but I canât return them because Iâve already worn it.âŠ.â
I really donât know why itâs getting so complicated.
âSo, I wrote a letter, wanting to thank him in person.âŠ.â
âAha! I know what you mean.â
Mr. Greg chuckled pleasantly. He pointed at me with his playful face and squinted his eyes.
âI⊠Itâs not what youâre thinking right now.â
âOkay, bring me the letter.â
âWhat? Itâs really not a love letter!â
When I waved my hands, Mr. Greg slowly crossed his arms.
âRegardless, I have business with Longhorn this week, so Iâll pass it on to him.â
âOh, thenâŠ!â
âIâm busy, so Iâd appreciate it if you could bring it quickly, Melissa.â
âOh, Iâll bring it quickly, Mr. Greg! Thank you so much.â
After bowing in an awkward voice, I rushed up the stairs.
* * *
A leading businessman, Ian Leopold, who has a major influence on the society of the Sorne Kingdom, starting with the trade business. He lit the study in the deepest part of the mansion as always tonight.
He, who seemed to have no weakness, suffered from severe migraines all the time. Because of that, he barely managed to go to bed after midnight every day, but it was his daily life to work until just before falling asleep as he was a terrible workaholic.
It was rare for Ian to see his son, Alan, in the mansion. Even more so at this late hour.
So, naturally, he doubted his eyes. However, the sight of an achromatic man standing by the doorway with a silver candlestick over the transparent glasses was by no means an illusion.
He looked back to see if he had left the study door open, but he couldnât remember. It was true that he was so absorbed in his work that he somehow did not notice Alanâs presence.
Tap, tap
âWhatâs going on, Alan?â
Only then did Alanâs elegant lips open after knocking twice on the open door at his fatherâs question.
âI have something to tell you.â
ââŠâŠ.â
The expressionless face, lit by the soft candle light, looked as noble as a torch. It was such a quiet morning* that even the sound of breathing could be heard.
(* Itâs past 12AM)
âCome closer.â
Ian, who took off his glasses and put them down in the corner of the table, added while rubbing his stiff eyes.
âThatâs great. I had something to tell you, too.â
The rich man sat face to face in front of the table in the middle of the spacious study. Only a few candles were swaying silently in the dark room. The pungent smell of cigars floated in the air.
ââŠâŠyou bought a coffee shop.â
âYes.â
Huhâ and Ian shed a strange grunt.
âHow unlike you. Why?
âBecause Iâm interested.â
Alan smiled silently. Of course, the only thing that smiled was the lips. His pale blue-grey eyes were still shining as cold as winter in the north.
âYou became interested? You know itâs not the time to say something leisurely like that.â
âI donât have to waste my time because someone I trust is taking good care of it. Donât worry.â
Ian twisted his forehead and loosened it in response to the gentle answer without a single hesitation.
ââŠâŠDo well, and donât embarrass the family. There must be a lot to prepare, so do well without exception.â
âOf course, father.â
âGood. Anything else to say?â
At his fatherâs words, Alanâs hands interlaced slowly on the table as if waiting. A small candle light fell on the white back of his hand, where his bones were prominent.
âI want to leave the house.â
âWhat do you mean, Alan?â
âI was wondering if I could focus on my work in a quiet place. I have a lot of work to do, you know.â
ââŠâŠ.â
Ian lowered his neck. Alan continued speaking in a neat low-pitched tone with no highs and lows.
âI am in a hurry because there are only a few days left before I leave for the Principality.â
Contrary to those words, Alanâs expression was relaxed. Lips with a cool smile, slightly raised chin, and broad shoulders that cannot bend. It certainly looked straight, with an presence of an overbearing pressure.
Ian thought. There would be no other creature who could fit in the name of Leopold more perfectly than this, someone who added to the prestige of the family day by day.
It was Ian who created this Alan Leopold. The effort was immeasurable, but the result was more than perfect. Inwardly, Ian admired his excellent eyesight, which never went wrong.
However, in his heart, anxiety was rising like smoke. It is because the young man in front of him seemed as if he was about to leap over the high wall that surrounded Ian.
I must be wrong this time. It is just my illusion due to being eroded by fatigue.
âWhere are you going? If you donât have a specific place in mind, Iââ
âAh.â
Alan laughed a little.
âIâm not here to ask for advice.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âIâve already got a small villa, Father.â
Alan was not born from him, but he was the only child raised by his own hands. When did Alan start to feel more and more mysteriousâŠ.
âRemember that there are many things in life that you are better off not knowing
He also didnât teach his son everything. It was the same for Alan after he became an adult, and Ian never intended to talk about the truths below the surface.
âHow comeâŠâ
Because you can become a great person if you donât look back.
ââŠâŠNo, nevermind.â
âThere are many things in life that are better off not knowing.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âThe teachings you gave me on the first day I came here are always engraved in my heart.â
Ian just stared blankly at the faint pieces of light hanging from the eyelashes that were neatly drooping under his cool eyelids.
Even though they were not connected by blood, the two Leopold men had a striking resemblance. It was indeed a strange relationship.
Even if he didnât meet Alan at the orphanage that day, Ian had always believed that he would have met him somewhere and adopted him.
His son will also feel the same thing.
A long time ago, his young, ignorant daughter told Alan that he was not the biological child. The disobedient maid who told Monica that fact was severely punished and kept her mouth shut, but it was already spilled water.
Alan was locked in the room for days with a face as if the world had collapsed. At that time, Ian thought for the first time that the family ties might be severed.
But when Alan finally opened the door and came out, the eyes became determined.
A faint smile appeared on Ianâs tired face as he remembered that day. Even if he were to find more blood-related descendants, there would be no one that could resemble Ian as much as Alan now.
âWhen will you leave?â
âI think itâll take less than a few days.â
After Alan was brought in, Ian got rid of his lost biological parents, in case whoever lost him appeared. Like the excellent businessman he was, Ian was very thorough and meticulous when he did something.
There was no way for Alan to know the truth because there was no one left to know it.
Therefore, he had no concern that their father-child relationship would disappear. This father and son duo would continue to resemble each other forever, as he would stand at the peak of power in the kingdom.
Alan whispered slowly to his father, who was smiling happily
âIâll stop by often.â
He was, as always, his perfect son.
***
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Comments From Korean Readers:
Did he kill them? father isnât normal eitherâŠ..
He killed His biological parents .. I donât know if Alan knows or not
WhatâŠ.? He killed themâŠ?
Haha what is this house .. creepy .. he seems to be the real son .. Alan seems to already know everything