What Happened to No Feelings?

I sat cross-legged on the couch, laying out the banknotes, gold leaves, loose silver coins, and several land deeds I had saved up over the years. I counted them carefully three times. It came to a total of three million dollars. I took a deep breath and thought even the air tasted sweet. With this fortune, I could easily buy a thousand acres of fertile land in Saltmarsh, set up a sprawling five-courtyard mansion, and live in comfort as a wealthy gentleman, with ten young helpers hired to wait on me while I drank wine and listened to music. The door creaked open, letting in a gust of the cold late-fall wind. Quick on my feet, I yanked the embroidered quilt over the bed to hide the heap of gold and silver. The aloof and austere Grand Tutor, Misty Standish, strode into the room. She wore a moon-white outfit, pristine and spotless. Her brows drew together, and she carried an innate air of superiority. Without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked straight to the table. She cas

After leaving the pleasure boat, I made haste to my final stop—the hidden chamber of the Livingstone residence. Darkness had completely taken over, and not a single lamp had been lit inside the chamber. A faint scent of blood hung in the air. The all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone, sat on a rosewood chair. Bathed in the moonlight spilling through the window, she slowly wiped away the blood from the longsword in her hand with a white handkerchief. The blade had tasted countless lives. Draped in a black silk robe, her face was grim, and murderous intent emanated from her entire being. I dropped to one knee, lowering my gaze and making myself as inconspicuous as possible.Years ago, I ventured into the sacred hills beyond the city to forage for precious herbs, hoping to sell them for a good price. I stumbled upon Princess Christina, who was severely injured and barely alive after being poisoned. I hadn't saved her out of the goodness of my heart. I had taken advanta

The bells of the Chapel of the Pale Flame tolled as Ms. Standish returned with Lysander after their prayers.For the past two weeks, Lysander had repeatedly dropped subtle hints that he was now divorced and that, if Ms. Standish was willing, the Endicott family would be more than happy to form a marriage alliance with the Standish family.Ms. Standish, however, was somewhat distracted. For some reason, she kept thinking about the money-loving yet grounded substitute in her estate, specifically the way my eyes lit up whenever I counted his money.The moment the carriage pulled up to the estate's entrance, Ms. Standish hurried inside. "Carpe!" She pushed open the door, only to be met with silence. The room was deserted. The closet stood wide open. The valuable emeralds, the banknotes, and even the slightly more expensive wine glass set on the table had vanished into thin air. All that remained was a note, written in a bold, elegant hand. "I shall never forget your kindness, Ms. St

That night, a torrential downpour swept through Saltmarsh. I was sitting in the warm secondary room of my new home, working on my calculator and checking the accounts for the silk shop. All of a sudden, a dull thud echoed from the courtyard, as though something heavy had crashed onto the stone paving. I frowned, opened an umbrella, and pushed open the door with a torch in hand. In the courtyard, rain poured down in sheets. A drenched figure was struggling to pull herself up from the ground. She didn't have an umbrella. Her luxurious suit was soaked through and caked with mud, and her impeccably styled hair now clung loosely to her cheeks in a disheveled mess. There was not a single trace left of the dashing Marchioness of Bramford. It was Lady Fairfax. She appeared to be severely injured. Her right leg was bent at an unnatural angle, and every step made her suck in a sharp breath.When she saw me, she jerked her head up. Those captivating eyes, which were usually brimming with

"Carpe." Ms. Standish took a step forward and bent her knees. As Claire watched in sheer horror, the Grand Tutor—who stood at the pinnacle of power—actually dropped to her knees before me. She lowered herself to the ground and, with trembling hands, took mine in hers, gazing up at me with reverence. Her eyes, which were usually filled with disdain and superiority, were now brimming with tears. Large droplets splashed against the back of my hand, scalding hot. "I was wrong… I was dead wrong. I thought I loved him, but after you left, I looked at that empty residence and realized I simply couldn't live without you! "Without you beside me while I go through my papers, I can't seem to read a thing. Without you sitting beside me counting my money, all the wealth in my family feels utterly meaningless!"Ms. Standish clutched my hand as though it were the last lifeline keeping her afloat. "I won't be the Grand Tutor anymore. I won't concern myself with the Standish family either. Car