151: An Old Church in Front of the Sea
Suddenly, Dylan placed his hand against her cheek and spoke with a serious gaze.
“Let me see your face.”
“Okay, here you go.”
Avril also raised her head and looked back at Dylan. She saw her reflection in Dylan’s blue eyes. She felt relieved to finally be back with the person she loved.
However, when Dylan saw Avril’s face, he furrowed his brows.
“Avril, there are scratches on your face… Moreover, are these… soot… stains?”
“—?! Well, that’s…”
Come to think of it, after stoking coals in the boiler room, she was put in a wooden box and transported. It was awful being in the box, her body was bumped all over. On a closer inspection, she could see that she was covered in wounds.
No wonder Dylan was surprised…
“Who did this to you? I’ll never forgive them.”
“No, it’s…”
“Who locked you in that room?”
“I-it’s the box! It’s the box’s fault—huh, wait…?!”
Even though Avril desperately tried to explain that it was because of the box, the misunderstanding wasn’t cleared. Dylan seemed to have completely lost his temper. His fingers stroked Avril’s soot-covered cheek.
Gently, careful not to touch any wounds.
Suddenly, his hand stopped. Avril tried to tilt her head, wondering if something was wrong.
But then, after a brief pause, she heard a hesitant question, conveyed only by the reverberation in the air.
“Will you forgive me?”
Usually, she’d need some time before understanding what he was implying. But for some reason, that day, it seemed like she got it right away.
At the same time, Dylan’s face came closer, and before she could reply, their lips met.
It was just a gentle kiss.
Their lips only met for a moment and soon parted. Silence filled the air.
The way Dylan touched her cheek was so gentle, as if he was handling something fragile. He reluctantly let go and wrapped his hand around Avril’s back, embracing her once again.
This time, his arms weren’t there to protect her, but to gently cherish her.
Then, he whispered in her ear.
“I was thinking of holding off until the wedding.”
“…Hehe. Lord Dylan, this place looks like an old church, too.”
Avril smiled at Dylan’s frustrated words, and he hugged her tightly again. He acted like a child, making it easy to forget they weren’t of the Duke of Lancester’s house.
I feel like… this is what happiness is like.
It all suddenly made sense to her.
Then, Avril explained while still in his embrace.
“Lord Dylan, I was wounded while I was being transferred here inside the box. Nobody did this to me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. It was really uncomfortable inside the box. I kept bumping into things and it hurt.”
“I see. But if it were comfortable, you’d probably have fallen asleep…”
“Hehe. I’m glad you understand.”
They smiled at each other, and then Chris’ voice came from the entrance.
“—Lord Dylan, a search of the second-class cabin area has begun. Will you be joining?”
Dylan reluctantly put his arm around Avril’s shoulders, then replied sharply.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
“Lord Dylan, the women were locked inside a secret room behind the emergency stairs in the second-class cabin area. There are four guns. There are three guards outside and four inside. They’re stationed at the door, in the center, and in front of the pillar.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Dylan patted Avril on the head, left the church, and disappeared towards the Victoria.
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