Why Did I Become the Villainess?

Chapter 348  : Sister

 I was busy looking at the scenery in front of me when I heard Mister Sewell speak. "Dame Csille, I heard you collapsed the other day. I hope you are doing okay now."

 I raised my eyebrow for a few seconds before I looked at him. "I am doing okay now, thank you for asking. My Brother, Doctor Pascal, has already given me permission to work again. I just need not to overwork myself, and everything will be okay."

 I am currently in his house where I went before. We are now on his patio, drinking tea while looking at the beautiful scenery of his backyard.

 "I am glad you are okay now. I was worried when I heard you collapsed."

 I just smile at him and take a sip of my tea. Worried about me? More like worried because of his plan. But don't worry, Mister Sewell, although I don't like what will happen in the future, I will still follow the storyline. So, you don't have to worry about anything.

 "Dame Csille, are you doubting me?"

 I froze for a few seconds when I suddenly heard his question. Doubting him? Why would I? If I already know what will happen. What's the use of doubting you if I am already well aware of the future?  I look at him and pretend to act like I don't understand what he is saying. "Pardon. I don't think I understand what you are trying to say, Mister Sewell."

 I heard him heave a deep sigh. "Allan told me what you have said to him earlier..."

 I crook my eyebrow. That fast? I thought he would wait for me to return to the Foundation before he would tell his Master. But I guess I underestimated his loyalty to his Master.  "...do you really think I have an ulterior motive on why I am being close with you? Do you really think I would involve you with my Family issues with the Astalieus?"

 I don't hear a tinge of anger in his voice. It's as if what he is saying doesn't involve him.  This Mister Sewell is someone who really knows how to play his cards well. He knows how to do the game. Too bad, I have cards under my sleeves. So, no matter how much a great player he is. He won't be able to outsmart me.  I am the master of this game and not the other way around.  I look at Mister Sewell and smile at him. "What do you think, Mister Sewell? Do you think I can do that?"

 You want me to spill out information? Then you need to step up your game because I will make sure you wouldn't know what I know.

 Mister Sewell looks straight into my eyes while I stare back at him. I want him to see that I have nothing to hide. After a few moments of the staring competition, he laughs. "You are really an interesting lady, Dame Csille."

 He then picks up his teacup and sips his tea. I raised my eyebrow at him. He didn't answer my question. Is he avoiding it?

 "I tend to hear that from people. Aside from my peculiar appearance, people always say how interesting I am. However, I don't think I heard you answer my question. Do you really think I can do that, Mister Sewell?"

 I know what I am doing can make him doubt me, but I just want to know how Mister Sewell reacts to this. He needs me, and that is one thing I know. That's why I know he will still convince me with his plan because his plan wouldn't be complete without me.  Mister Sewell gulp his tea first before he calmly put down his teacup. "You want me to answer that? Isn't that unfair, Dame Csille."

 I raised my eyebrow. "Unfair? Why would it be unfair?"

 "Unfair for you to ask for my answer if you also did not answer mine. I only give what I can take, Dame Csille."

 He only gives what he can take? Does it have a double meaning?  I was busy thinking about what does he mean when he suddenly laughed. I look at him, confused on why he is laughing. I didn't say something funny. Why would he laugh?

 "Dame Csille, don't give too much meaning to what I am saying. It is what it is. I don't mean anything..." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

 I feel my hand trembles for a moment. He knows! But how come he knows what I am thinking? Does he also know that I already knew everything?  I heard him laugh again. He then points his hand at me. "It's because of your expression. Your expression tells it all."

 I put my hand on my face. Is my face really giving it all? And here, I thought I was doing a great job keeping everything in.  Mister Sewell shakes his head. "I understand why you are still suspicious of me. It's inevitable since your dearest fiancé is against our Family. So, I quite understand your reaction. But as I said, I don't have any ulterior motive."

 I smile at him apologetically. I don't understand why he knows what I am thinking, but I need to be careful next time. I cannot afford to sell myself out, or else things will definitely get out of hand.  "Apologies, Mister Sewell. I wasn't giving too much meaning to it. I just couldn't understand what you were trying to say."

 Mister Sewell nods his head. "If that is the case, you should have forget it then." He then sips his tea again.

 I heave a sigh of relief before I take my teacup too. We just enjoy our teas for a couple of minutes while looking at the scenery in front of us.  "Dame Csille, can I ask you a question?"

 I put my teacup down and quirk my lips. Is he going to hint me about his plan now?  "What is the question you want to ask? I will try to answer it as much as I can." I look at him. Trying to read not just his expression but also his actions. However, I don't see any sign of nervousness in him.

 Mister Sewell takes his time enjoying his tea before he puts it down and stares at me. "I heard a rumor before. Can you help me confirm if it's true? I heard Prince Fraser isn't treating you good. Is it true, Dame Csille?"

 I feel my body becomes rigid for a couple of seconds. It's probably because of my nervousness.  Because I know why did he mention it, I know what will happen next and how he will use it on me.

 I chuckled and tried my best to hide my nervousness. "Mister Sewell, are you also believing those lies? You know how some people love to ruin my relationship with him." I paused when I realized I had said something wrong.  I almost slap my mouth. Why do I forget that his family is one of those people against the Astalieus? Wouldn't my words may sound like I'm pertaining to him?  I clear my throat. "What I mean is some people give too much meaning to things that they misunderstand things. So, how can you believe those rumors? If that is true, do you think my parents will still allow me to continue my engagement with Prince Fraser?"

 Mister Sewell stares at me and nods his head. "You are right, though. How can I believe those rumors? However, there is no smoke without fire, Dame Csille."

 What does he mean by his words? Does he believe those rumors? Or maybe he already knows the truth. That is possible too because Father always told me that the Saintillevés are wise people. They know everything.  Does it mean he knows the real score between Prince Fraser and me? But isn't this too early for him to know? Shouldn't he...

 I was about to say something, but Mister Sewell cut me off. "But I don't think that is true, though. How can his highness, Prince Fraser, do that to you? You are the most beautiful lady among the seven Kingdoms. Aside from your unparalleled beauty, you are also smart and kind. Who wouldn't want to have you as a wife? I'm sure his highness isn't dumb to let you go. After all, you are also from a well respected family, and he needs the Lauretré support when he becomes the King. So, it wouldn't make sense if he mistreated you."

 I don't know why but I have a feeling that he was sarcastic when he said those words, although I couldn't hear any sarcasm in his voice.

 Am I being too cautious?  I smile shyly at him. "Mister Sewell, you are flattering me too much. I still have a lot of things to improve in myself, so I can proudly stand beside his highness."

 I almost make a face with my own words. Stand beside Prince Fraser? As if it can be possible. I know who will Prince Fraser ends up with.  Mister Sewell looks at me as if asking me if I am serious. "Dame Csille, aren't you looking down at yourself too much? Besides you, who is qualified enough to stand beside Prince Fraser?"

 Who is qualified to stand beside Prince Fraser? Isn't Princess Paislee of the Aeslaerean Kingdom is more qualified than I am? They are both royalties, while I am just a simple noble lady. How can I even compare to her?  I didn't answer his question and just finished my tea. It's better to keep quiet, or else I might say things I shouldn't have said.  "Dame Csille..."

 I look at Mister Sewell, and he smiles at me. "If ever something happens in the future, I'm just here for you. I know we haven't talked much, and this might sound awkward for you, but I hope you wouldn't put malice on it. I'm just happy to be close to you. It's as if you have fulfilled my greatest dream."

 Greatest dream? I almost wanted to scoff when I heard it. Aside from 'that', what could even pass as Mister Sewell's greatest dream?  However, even if I know the truth. I still need to act clueless about what he is saying. I frown and look confusedly at him. "Greatest dream? May I know what is this greatest dream you are talking about, Mister Sewell? If you wouldn't mind me asking."

 Mister Sewell smiles sadly at me. "I don't know if you already heard that I am the only son of my parents. Ever since I was young, I have been envious of my cousins, who are always playing with their siblings. I envy them for having siblings whom they can play with. It's probably the reason why up until now, I still wish I have a little sister. It's probably the reason why I feel close to you because I can see you as my little sister. Aren't you an only child too? Don't you wish to have siblings Dame Csille?"

 I smile bitterly at him. Not because I am sad about not having siblings, I mean I do wish I have siblings too, but because I have Brother Pascal with me, I don't really care anymore. I am smiling because I know what he is doing.  Does he really think I am oblivious to what he is doing to me?  "I admit I also wish I have siblings too. But I guess I had already gotten used to being the only child. Also, I have my cousin with me, Brother Pascal, so it's not that lonely."

 I didn't mention anything he said about being his little sister. It is to make sure that I am still not fully trusting him. Talking to him and being his little sister are two different things. And Csille is not dumb to not be aware of those things.  Mister Sewell looks at me before he nods his head. "But if you ever need an extra big brother, don't hesitate to look for me, and I will be there for you."

 I just nod my head and smile politely at him. Of course, I will find you because if I don't, this world might cease to exist.