Reginald had always known it was a one-sided affection—his feelings for Miranda were his alone. As for how she felt about him...But still... did she really have to treat him so differently?Reginald knew he was in no position to compare himself to Miranda’s father, but the frustration swelling in his chest left him so flustered that the words slipped out before he could stop them.Miranda froze in place, stunned by his outburst. It took her a moment to gather herself before she murmured, “You’re right. It was my fault. I never should’ve dragged you into my mess, never should’ve let you take the risks meant for me... Even now, being here with me, alone in this room—if anyone were to see us, your reputation would suffer.”It felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. Her mind suddenly cleared with frightening sharpness, reverting to the detached state she once relied on to survive. She realized then how far she had let herself slip—how dangerously relaxed she'
“So, he rushed off to the countryside manor and, finding nothing amiss, realized he'd been tricked. Then he hears someone has taken over the top floor, and it all clicks—someone’s playing games with him,” Miranda said with a nod. “But what exactly did you write on that note? Why did he suddenly back down after reading it? Don’t tell me you revealed your real identity in writing?”Reginald let out a quiet laugh, entirely unbothered. “You don’t need to flash your pedigree to handle a man like that. I simply told him that while his wife didn’t actually visit his mistress this time, she very well might—if he insisted on making trouble for me. Once he weighed his options, he decided it was wiser to keep the peace. That little offer to cover the bill? That was him trying to stay on my good side… and make sure I keep my mouth shut.”Miranda considered this and chuckled. “So, he still has no idea who you really are?”“If I know enough to threaten him where it hurts, my name is hardly the poin
Reginald strolled up leisurely with a half-smile. “Top floor’s clear now, isn’t it? I suppose I can claim it for the evening.”Once the viewing gallery was tidied up by the attendants, Reginald and Miranda finally made their way up. He pushed open a tall arched window, and a crisp night breeze swept in, cool and bracing. Each leaned casually on one side of the window frame, gazing out at the distant view.The night was deep, with no stars or moon in sight. The sky stretched out like dark velvet soaked in ink—shadowed and mysterious.By day, the capital city bustled with life and noise. But by night, it slumbered like a great beast, stripped of its glamor and noise, laid bare in a rare moment of peace. Even with the laughter and music from the Veil Festival still drifting up from the streets, the night air lent everything a strange, dreamlike stillness, making the quiet feel even deeper.From above, the flickering lamplights below looked like scattered stars across the dark landscape.
Reginald turned around, his expression softening instinctively. The corners of his lips and brows relaxed, as if touched by something gentle.In the instant their eyes met, even this quiet, deserted street seemed to take on a tender hue—filled with a warmth so enchanting it could melt the night.Gazing into her eyes, Reginald spoke a little uneasily.“Did you like the fireworks?”“Absolutely.” Miranda replied, her smile bright.Reginald wasn’t ready for this carefully arranged meeting to end so soon. After a moment's thought, his eyes lit up with an idea. He proposed they go to a building near the edge of the capital—one of the tallest in the city. From its upper floors, the view was unmatched, offering a sweeping panorama of the capital bathed in the brilliance of the Veil Festival.Miranda nodded in agreement.They strolled at a leisurely pace, choosing a quieter path away from the bustling main roads. The surroundings were still, almost serene. It wasn’t until they were halfway the
Reginald stepped forward at an unhurried pace, positioning himself squarely between Miranda and Gavin, blocking the latter’s view of her. A faint, careless smile played at the corners of his lips as he spoke in a voice as smooth as silk:“Who I am is of no consequence. What matters is that she is not someone you can lay claim to. She will never be your betrothed—much less your wife. You’d do well to abandon that foolish dream before it humiliates you.”Gavin’s eyes burned with sharp curiosity as he assessed the man who had appeared out of nowhere. Then he said, calmly but with challenge in his tone, “Words are wind. Let your hands speak for you.”With a sudden burst of movement, Gavin leapt forward like a hawk diving from the sky. His hand swept into a palm strike mid-air, his voice ringing out: “If I’m to be accused of wishful thinking, then prove to me you’ve earned the right to say so!”His attack came fast and precise, the air whistling in its wake.“Child’s play,” Reginald replie
To her surprise, this man—who appeared so wild and unrestrained—had orchestrated such a precise scheme. His planning was meticulous, and his observations frighteningly sharp. Clearly, appearances could be deceiving.Miranda grew inwardly more cautious.“Of course,” Gavin continued, his voice calm but deliberate, “the reason I dared to test things so boldly is simple: even if I had the wrong person, it wouldn’t matter. I’d just keep looking. But your reaction told me—I wasn’t wrong. A carefully designed trap, meant to go unnoticed, only to be recognized at a glance—wouldn’t that surprise anyone? Wouldn’t anyone in my position want to hear the full story, Miss Miranda? Tell me I’m wrong.”He said it with conviction, watching the flicker in her eyes. Her composure froze for just a heartbeat, and Gavin let out a hearty laugh.“There’s no need to be so startled,” he added with amusement. “You may not have revealed your face that day, but your voice—it was clear, young, and calm. And your f