Chapter 53

At that moment, she felt a presence approaching her from behind.

“Gasp!”

Liv turned around, her shoulders hunching in surprise. In response, the person who approached her was also surprised.

“Miss Rhodes?”

“Oh… Mr. Marcel.”

Behind her back, Camille was frozen in place with his hand outstretched awkwardly toward her. Camille, lowering his hand, furrowed his forehead awkwardly.

“I chased you because you were walking so fast, but I ended up surprising you. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was… over-sensitive.”

The startled heart had yet to calm down, and the pale face remained the same. Nevertheless, Liv tried to answer in a calm tone.

Perhaps realizing that her answer was a lie, Camille remained apologetic.

“I was happy to see you and just wanted to say hello.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I’m here to see Baron Vendons. He asked me to look at some paintings.”

Apparently out of embarrassment, Camille blurted out something that wasn’t asked. Liv could see the awkwardness he felt now from the way his hand kept rubbing the back of his neck.

It was hard for Liv to keep a straight face when she realized how sorry he was. She nodded with a much calmer face.

“I see. Then go ahead and go in.”

Camille quickly shook his hand as he saw Liv was about to turn around right away.

“It’s okay. I still have some time before my appointment. Speaking of, I heard that you moved. Is that true?”

She wondered how Camille knew that.

Even though she ended up nodding, Liv stared at him without hiding her questioning expression. Yet he didn’t seem to notice Liv’s questioning gaze.

“I’m afraid I’m going to send my letter to the wrong place.”

The reason he wanted to write to Liv in the first place was because of Millian’s guidance.

But would he ever need to send a letter? Liv immediately recalled today’s class. When she thought of what Millian said, she didn’t seem to dislike Camille’s class.

Rather, in some ways, it could have been better than Liv’s class.

“From what I’ve heard from Millian, you two seem to have a great relationship. Now that you’ve adapted well, I don’t think there’s any advice I can give you.”

“I’ve only stirred her interest briefly with a little gossip I know. I don’t know when I’ll get stuck again.”

The answer that flowed up with a light smile was exceedingly smooth. Liv, who had been staring at Camille with dubious eyes, tilted her head slightly and asked.

“… But how did you find out that I moved?”

“I stumbled upon it while talking to Millian. … Oh, was it a secret?”

He looked at Liv, belatedly lowering the lips he arched up. The sight of him looking at her like a puppy with its tail between its legs made it hard for Liv to react sharply anymore. If that look was intentional, then she had to say that Camille was a very good actor.

Liv forced herself to rationalize.

Millian was usually quite chatty even in Liv’s class. This kind of attitude wouldn’t be different in any other class, so she probably would have made the same kind of small talk in art class.

Yes, I’m sure she would have told Camille about the cake shop on Fémont Street too.

Even though she thought so, Liv felt somewhat uncomfortable. Although she couldn’t pinpoint the cause.

“It’s not that secretive. I’m just a little surprised.”

“I’m sorry to keep surprising you. By the way, you moved all of a sudden. Nothing happened to you, right?”

Camille, who was scratching his forehead with an embarrassed face, soon stared at Liv with worried eyes.

“Actually, it bothered me that I couldn’t escort you when we met at the chapel. The atmosphere in the neighborhood around the chapel didn’t look very good to me. In hindsight, I’m glad you decided to move.”

The day she encountered Camille in the chapel was also the day when she almost got attacked by a robber. Liv looked away, feeling somewhat stabbed, even though Camille had no way of knowing that.

“… Nothing happened that day. The move was originally scheduled to happen.”

She did think about moving after all.

Liv, who tried so hard to comfort herself, talked about it roughly. Then Camille smiled and said.

“I see. Then where should I send the letter?”

Camille was pretending not to know, even though she had already refused to give her address indirectly. Liv’s face, which had barely softened, stiffened awkwardly again.

This’s a bit, well, pushy, isn’t it? I don’t think he’s someone who doesn’t have an understanding of things.

She tried to let it pass as nicely as possible, but it was hard to manage her expression anymore. Liv, who was staring at Camille with grim eyes, replied in a blunt tone.

“I don’t think there’s any need for us to send a letter anymore.”

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