The Male Lead’s Fake Sister - Chapter 28

Looking at her reaction earlier, it was clear that Leticia was fond of Ravia.

Although he was still uncertain about what Ravia thinks of her, he was sure that Leticia would at least be useful.

“It was already hard for my sister to visit you because she was grounded, so maybe she didn’t tell you on purpose because she didn’t want you to worry.”

“I wish that was the case.”

“If Miss Laricia promises to help me, perhaps I can help my sister by lifting her punishment. ”

“Are you serious?!”

Only then did Leticia’s face light up again. Probably because she thought that Ravia will visit her once her punishment is lifted, or because she thought that she finally has a chance to be of help to Ravia.

“How can I help you?”

“It’s nothing difficult.”

Tidwell smiled sweetly at Leticia.

“If my sister comes to see you, can you tell me everything you talked about?”

A person who cares for the other’s well-being is so easy to deal with.

It was clearly a mistake for Ravia to introduce Leticia to Tidwell.

*** 

After sending Leticia off, Tidwell returned to the carriage to look for Ravia.

Tidwell, who looked inside the carriage, said in an amused tone with a hint of embarrassment.

“… Damn.”

Ravia was asleep in the carriage.

Both hands of hers, neatly resting on her lap, held the fan she brought with her as her head leaned against the carriage window.

Seeing as she didn’t so much as budge even when light penetrated the inside of the carriage after he opened the carriage door, it seemed she was in a deeper sleep than he expected.

When Tidwell held his breath for a short time, Ravia’s breathing sound blended with the quiet night air.

‘Were you tired?’

A vivid smile rose on Tidwell’s mouth as he watched Ravia sleep calmly. Mainly because he had never seen Ravia this defenseless before, because she always raised her guard before him.

He cannot imagine how hurt he’d be if others had the privilege to see her defenseless figure because even the mere sight of her casually chatting with others hurts him quite a bit.

Her brilliant blonde hair, low breathing sound, long eyelashes that cast a shadow over her cheeks, and even her slightly open lips were a lovely sight to see.

He wished to see it longer, but he also didn’t want anyone else to witness it.

Tidwell felt his heart skip a beat, and closed the carriage door. He then beckoned the coachman to bring him a blanket.

He wasn’t enough of a gentleman to even consider covering a sleeping person with a blanket.

He only decided to do so because it was something people normally do when they see someone sleeping.

Even if choosing to do so was something that didn’t suit him, for some reason, he thought it wouldn’t be a problem if he did it for Ravia’s sake.

If he covered her with a blanket, the thought of protecting her from the cold was enough to make him overwhelmed with pride.

“My apologies, Young Master. I didn’t bring a blanket. It has gotten a lot warmer these days, so…”

However, the problem lies in the fact that there was no blanket to begin with. For that reason, Tidwell cast a cold look at the coachman for being incompetent. He was angry at the fact that many people got on his nerves today.

In fact, the coachman’s mistake of not preparing a blanket in the carriage wasn’t a simple one, rather, it was an irredeemable sin in Tidwell’s eyes.

However, even if he cast a deathly glare at the coachman, it wouldn’t make a blanket magically appear.

Instead of scolding him, Tidwell sighed and waved his hand to dismiss the coachman.

With or without a blanket, he didn’t have the slightest intention of letting the coachman see Ravia sleep with his own eyes.

Every single second of this moment must be his.

Fortunately, Tidwell had something else to cover her up with.

‘You might catch a cold.’

Tidwell took off his coat as he tried to come up with an excuse.

Covering her with a blanket was considered an act of kindness, but covering her with his coat was an act that would embarrass him.

Since just as the sun and moon were polar opposites, chivalry and gentlemanly manners were the exact opposite of Tidwell’s attitude. Even so, why create a big fuss about it?

Tidwell took off his coat and put it on Ravia’s lap. He took a moment to look at her from the outside of the carriage.

The reason as to why he did not get in the carriage was simple.

He didn’t want to cause the carriage to so much as move an inch and wake Ravia up.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for a long time because they had to depart soon, nevertheless, he still wanted to watch Ravia in her sleep even if it’s just for a second longer.

Because there was nothing else he had to do at the party, and because he didn’t want to miss the chance to see Ravia in this state.

If Ravia had known his inner thoughts, she’d surely laugh at this twisted story of a cat and a mouse.

Even so, no one had the ability to read his inner thoughts, and even if someone could, he was a shameless man in the first place.

He then raised his hand in the air in such a way that it’s in his line of sight.

Shortly after, he moved his hand up and down in the air to capture the image of the sleeping Ravia. From her hair and cheeks to her exposed shoulders.

Right at this moment, Ravia was in the palm of his hand.

There was a strange sense of possessiveness and satisfaction in his gaze.

He watched Ravia for quite some time before closing the carriage door quietly.

‘I’ll just sit at the place where the coachman sits.’

He did it out of consideration.

However, inside the carriage where the moonlight fell obliquely…..

‘There’s nothing in his pocket.’

Ravia opened her eyes.

*** 

Ravia returned to the carriage just a moment before Tidwell came.

She would have arrived earlier if it wasn’t for Crow Tit’s sudden appearance.

No, to be exact, it wasn’t Crow Tit’s fault, but instead…

“Crow Tit.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Are these portraits accurate?”

“If I had truly been sloppy, I wouldn’t have bothered myself to focus on their faces.”

It was because of the information brought by Crow Tit.

Ravia kept looking at the portraits brought by Crow Tit over and over again. Below their portraits, there was information written about them.

Red hair was the symbol of the Orpheus family, but because there were only two people with both red hair and red eyes, the information he brought her was not long.

One is, as one could expect, Herod Orpheus, and the other is Herod’s cousin, Quincy Orpheus.

She didn’t learn anything new about Herod Orpheus from the information Crow Tit brought her, because everything about him was explained in the novel. However, there was information regarding Quincy Orpheus that was new to her.

A character that wasn’t given attention in the novel.

Since [His and Her Spring] was focused on how the two main characters dealt with their devastating emotions and incidents, the amount of times the other supporting characters showed up in the story were far less compared to those two.

Even Ravia only appeared in a few paragraphs to explain Tidwell’s past. Even if that was the case, at least, Herod, who was the second male lead and had a bigger role in comparison to the other characters, appeared in the story more often.

And so, Ravia began to read the information about Quincy Orpheus carefully. Because his existence might give her an explanation of the uninvited guest she met at the Velocio Theater.

He had no noticeable activity in Cosmo, and he didn’t have a big role within Orpheus either.

Rather than being a top executive at Cosmo, he seemed to be in charge of diplomatic relations by interacting with various groups.

Originally, he was so powerless that he was placed into one of Orpheus’ branches to manage the information guild, but thanks to Herod takeover, he now had a semi-executive position in Cosmo.

There was nothing special about him. No, in fact, it might be the reason why Herod sent him as his messenger.

However, the problem lies in the portraits.

It was a sleazily drawn portrait that lacked detail, but because the portrait looked close to a photo montage, it was enough for her to recognize the appearance of the two.

“The first one is Herod Orpheus, the second one is Quincy Orpheus. I’m sure of it, miss.”

However, their appearances differ from what Ravia knew.