Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 077

A fountain pen, its subtle sheen flowing along the curves, and fingers—long and smooth to an extent one would hardly believe them to belong to a soldier.

Scathach moved her eyes, following the trail left by the pen. The handwriting drawn by those slender fingers was remarkably elegant and, like the fingers themselves, firm and dignified.

Only when the pen, which had been writing something else all along, finally wrote her name did Scathach shift her gaze toward its owner.

He was a handsome man with a gentle smile on his lips. When they were younger, his eccentric personality had obscured it, but since meeting again as adults, she had never once found his face displeasing.

As they held each other’s gaze for a long while, both nearly burst into laughter—so Scathach turned her face away first.

“Hmm.”

Casar lightly diffused their shared mirth with a refined, polite cough. Then he signaled to the servant waiting discreetly at a distance, instructing them to refill the plates with the desserts Scathach had enjoyed so much.

Including treats for Nix, the adorable little dog nestled at Scathach’s feet.

“Grand Duke, I suppose you won’t be needing to visit the company today, then.”

The Duchess, who had been quietly reading her book, asked in a dignified tone, as if merely confirming something—but she had already known the answer the moment he appeared alongside Scathach, so her evident displeasure was unmistakable.

“If I’d known you were so worried about the company, I should have offered you a position. If you’d like, I can find you a suitable post even now.”

The elegant barb flew straight toward the Duchess.

“No, thank you. I’d hate to see the company my late husband built up from scratch ruined by your reckless management.”

“Fortunately, the business is stable enough that it won’t collapse just because one person is poorly chosen.”

Scathach, unable to bear it any longer, firmly jabbed Casar’s thigh under the table.

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