Resetting Lady Chapter 65

Raymond Saytes.

With the door to the side, Raymond frowned.

Do you have to go as far as say sothing like that and insist on conversing this late at night?

Because you keep avoiding .

Glaring at Raymond, she pushed the door open and made her way inside.

I was so sad that I could cry. Cant you see how my feelings have been hurt.

If you really have shed tears, then Id understand.

Would shedding tears make you offer a cup of tea?

Please have a cup. Its late at night though, so Ill add so milk.

And, the door closed.

Raymond turned around and headed towards the hot water. He had no luggage in the room. Certainly, there were only three sets of clothes inside the closet, and all of his belongings would fit in just one bag.

On the table, there was a watch, a pair of gloves, so docunts, and a hot water bottle with a warr wrapped around it. Rather than sothing from here at Isellas villa, it was a dull-looking bottle used by military personnel.

Most of the luggage would be carried by Xenon, but his belongings were still too few. As if he was ready to leave at any given ti. Because Isellas villa was not his ho. It was a place hed one day leave.

Even this aspect was definitely the sa as how she rembered it. But, no. The person inside this familiar place was not entirely familiar. Carynne wasnt confident whether she was just figuring things out after seeing it, or whether everything she could rember was just one huge bout of dj vu.

Perhaps guessing her thoughts as she stared blankly, Raymond handed her a cup and spoke.

Theres no particular reason. Its not like I dont trust Mister Verdic in this small territory. I just pack lightly.

As he uttered the unprompted excuse, he poured the hot water and made tea. It was a simple cup of tea that tasted neutral enough, worth neither like nor dislike. It was a bit unfortunate that she couldnt drink the tea that she usually enjoyed, but enjoying things that are popular werent always as bad.

Raymond started off with a topic for their conversation.

Mister Verdic has been interested in the coffee industry lately.

Its going to be difficult.

Carynne traced her mories. This business venture wouldnt be very successful for Verdic. There was a ti when Isella took so to present to a salon, but the new flavor was an acquired taste only for so aristocrats and so of the middle-class. Moreover, it couldnt be mass produced to the public.

Hearing Carynnes answer, Raymond asked curiously.

Why is that?

Ah, damn. Carynne berated herself for inadvertently answering again. She pretended to know, for no reason at all. This conversation wasnt anything important anyway. She was just trying to rember things from the past, but then she pointed it out. In the end, people would find it difficult to tell their own stories, but they loved to point out whats the truth and whats not. She felt sowhat disillusioned towards herself.

It has dark pignt, so its easy to mix and sell with other low-grade things. Its easier to replicate at a lower quality compared to clear tea. Thats why the public wont partake in it easily.

Is that a taphor pertaining to yourself?

No, Im just showing off.

Did he think that shed get surprised if he caught her off-guard? Carynne answered calmly nonetheless. There was a grin on Raymonds lips as he brought his cup of tea to them.

So, you didnt fall for it, Carynne said.

Please dont do that again. Confessing to , and opening my door.

Youre amazing, arent you. I want to applaud you.

But contrary to what she said, she didnt clap. She just drank her hot tea.

Raymond wasnt a picky eater. Isellas the one whos quite picky. A woman raised to be so prim like you just isnt good! was sothing shed say. No, well, would it be better to grow up to be so rugged then? Carynne wondered, montarily thinking to herself.

Youve got a funny expression.

What do you think of a woman whos very picky with her food?

I dont particularly care for a woman who acts in that way.

In the midst of the courteous and lighthearted mood, what she wanted to say was out of place. In the middle of the playful conversation, Carynne felt a chilly look co her way. It wouldnt be good if Raymond acted this way. Amidst the laughter was a sharp knife, and the people who behaved casually were utterly different. The latter was dangerous.

His suspicions are raised.

Which part? Until where?

She was curious about that. Carynne and Raymond continued to exchange laughter and conversation inside this space, but it felt as if they were each holding a gun to the others head.

Tak.

Setting down the teacup, Raymond stood to his feet.

Would you like another cup?

Carynne looked down at the teacup that she hadnt touched yet. Raymond also looked a little awkward as he filled her cup for a second ti.

Hm, nevertheless. Lets have one then, a conversation.

What happened during that ti, how did it co to that?

What are you talking about?

As expected, Raymond was being sly. Carynne glared at Raymond as he responded with the sa tone she had earlier. She was already tired of having to continue hearing this kind of joke.

Dont feign ignorance. Im talking about Miss Isella.

Carynne felt the grip of her hand on the teacup tighten.

How much did he know?

And, if he did know sothing, what did he want?

Why was Raymond different from the Raymond Carynne knew until now?

She had so many questions. She wanted to grab Raymond by the collar and shake him if she could. It was at tis like this that shed grow so angry at the fact that she was a woman. She wanted to use brute force, but she couldnt do that here because n were physically stronger.

Goodness, I thought this was a secret rendezvous after youve whispered your love to . Youre just curious about that after all.

Youre injured.

Was he seriously still talking nonsense? In the end, Carynne couldnt help but glower.

If you want, should I take my clothes off?

I would welco that with open arms No, no, never mind. You dont truly have to take it off.

Dullan would have welcod it without any hesitation. Inevitably, this man was brazen when it ca to words, but weak-hearted when it ca to the decisive part. At least, it was like that whenever it ca to Carynne.

You fought with Miss Isella.

It wasnt a fight. I took a one-sided beating. You see, its all because you couldnt keep your fiance on a leash

And your foot?

Miss Isella stepped on it that night.

But at the end of that day, wasnt it you who saw Miss Isella last? What ti did you last see her then?

What a clumsy leading question. Carynne felt the tension in her body ease up.

I wasnt the last one who saw her. It was Dullan. Why are you pretending as if this is sothing significant? Its offensive.

Pretend, you say. Thats funny. Reverend Dullan never testified to that.

What?

Raymond guffawed exaggeratedly. His voice was strained.

Haha, that expression, its funny. It looks to as if you two planned this beforehand.

No. Wait a minute, youre going too fast. This conversation was much too confusing. Was it a mistake on her part to ntion Dullan? She hadnt seen him in person since. Borwen ca in his stead to deliver his words.

It was a short ssage telling her to take care of Isella in the na of atonent. Was that ssage intercepted in the middle? Was there soone eavesdropping back then? Or did the two n talk without Carynne knowing? Thats plausible. Did Dullan turn her in? If he confessed, how far was his confession?

Carynne bowed. Her head was spinning.

!

He gripped her shoulder tightly.

Dont think so hard about it.

Raymond leaned down, looking straight into Carynnes eyes. The green glint of his eyes was reminiscent of a sharp blades glimr. There was still a curve upon his lips, however it was not a smile.

Dont think about how much I might know, and dont try to change the subject. Youre not under investigation.

It wouldnt be in Carynnes best interests to say sothing like, If you dont have any evidence, then dont dig deeper. She wrung her thoughts for dear life. Raymond was already sure of it. Did he wish to fight with evidence? But was allowed disposition rights. Not only that, but its a problem because if he were to testify in court, then its all over.

The odds were stacked against Carynne because she didnt know exactly just how much Raymond knew. And first of all, what did he want out of this? Carynne was curious about that. What was this man trying to gain now?

Sir Raymond. If you already know the answer, then I want to know why youre doing this to .

Shh.

With curved eyes, he smiled. A finger touched Carynnes lips.

Sir, Raymond.

I would like to remain courteous to a lady.

But sothing like courtesy wasnt needed when it ca to a criminal.

These words didnt leave his lips, but Carynne could hear the underlying aning.