Our Summer Isn't Over Yet - Chapter 60

Dylan scanned Hosea in front of him without much emotion. As if noticing his gaze, the bound Hosea raised his head. Hosea gave a dry laugh, seemingly recognizing who his captor was.

“…Finally, the precious one has arrived.”

Dylan didn’t react much to Hosea’s behavior. He simply held up the tranquilizer in the air, estimating the dosage.

Half of it would render him unable to move his tongue for a day or two, and all of it would definitely prevent Hosea from speaking properly until they reached Murad.

Even with his swollen lips, Hosea didn’t stop talking. It sounded like a low hum.

“Mia should know how much I love her.”

With only a few lights on, Dylan’s face looked darker than usual. He knelt down and stared at the bound Hosea.

Gazing at the person he had longed to see, Dylan remained silent.

“Still, it’s a relief, because I’ll be her lifelong nightmare.”

Even knowing his future, Hosea smiled with a face full of joy. His low, grating voice echoed unpleasantly in the prison.

“How happy I am to leave a mark on Mia, whether alive or dead… If it weren’t for you, I would have watched over her for longer. What a shame.”

As Hosea tilted his head back, his black hair fell behind him. The blood-stained hair was stiff and hardened.

“Heh, heh. Shall I tell you something? Mia Blair will eventually come to me.”

It was a statement close to certainty.

One might think a dying man could say anything, but Dylan’s expression still turned coldly grim.

“She’ll die by her own hand.”

“…What a foolish thought.”

“Aren’t you curious why she’ll die?”

Amused that he had elicited a reaction from Dylan, Hosea crawled forward a little and leaned his head against the bars. Then, he slightly raised his head and smirked.

Dylan briefly stared at his attitude, then opened the locked cell door and slowly stepped inside. He hadn’t received good treatment here, as there were mottled scars among the tears in his clothes. But he seemed to still be alive, as he continued to run his mouth.

“I might tell you if you beg.”

Hosea spat at Dylan’s feet. Dylan didn’t react much, even after seeing the glob of spit land near where he was standing.

He simply walked over and grabbed Hosea’s cheeks as if snatching them. A faint crack appeared on Hosea’s face. But he still seemed relaxed, humming faintly and chuckling derisively.

“Ah, but maybe you’re not that interested. You two are just in an arranged marriage anyway, and there’s no way our Mia would have shown you a body full of beautiful marks.”

Dylan realized where Hosea’s composure came from.

Hosea seemed certain that Mia would never end up with anyone but him, not even Dylan.

Dylan let out a hollow laugh at the low-level provocation. Dylan’s blue eyes stared directly at Hosea.

“That’s none of your business.”

“…What?”

“Don’t take too much interest in a married couple’s affairs.”

Hosea blinked at Dylan’s answer. After doing so a few times, he screamed as if having a seizure at the words that came out of Dylan’s mouth. Before he knew it, his eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Dylan as if he were someone who had violated his lover, his wife.

Even in his bound state, Hosea writhed wildly. The relaxed face that had seemed to be playing above Dylan was nowhere to be found.

After briefly looking at Hosea, who now had a face befitting his station, Dylan popped open the lid of the tranquilizer container.

“And I don’t need to listen to your words anymore. There’s no reason to rehash what I already know.”

“Y-you know?”

Hosea’s body stiffened as he saw Dylan’s coldly gleaming eyes in the darkness.

The certainty that he held the upper hand in information vanished in an instant. He provoked Dylan as if trying to gauge whether what Dylan said was true, but Dylan didn’t respond to Hosea’s words and gripped his cheeks even harder.

Slowly pouring the medicine into Hosea’s mouth, Dylan muttered with cold eyes.

“Curious about how much I know?”

“Guh, guhh.”

Hosea shook his head violently, but there was no way he could escape Dylan’s grasp. Thick blood flowed every time he opened his mouth.

Holding his head firmly so that the drug could not leak out, Dylan stared at the medicine flowing down his blood-stained throat.

“Ugh, gulp.”

Watching him open and close his mouth, Dylan slowly opened his own.

Hosea’s pupils were completely dilated, as if he couldn’t hear anything.

“More than you imagine.”

That someone had instigated the reason why Mia and her family came to Murad.

That there had been close transactions between the Murad royal family and Pilat.

…That Mia Blair should have actually died with her parents that day.

Recalling how his teeth were grinding involuntarily, Dylan clenched his fist tightly. Swallowing what he knew, he muttered to the insignificant person in front of him.

“Mia doesn’t need to know.”

The feeling of wanting to tear Hosea apart and kill him immediately had already subsided.

There was no time to waste on someone whose ending was already decided, and Dylan had something else that was important to him.

Above all, Walter had been entrusted with the Murad royal family trial, so the revenge that he had not taken would be completed by Walter’s hand. The ending of death would not change, but Hosea would live in hell until he was tried and stood on the gallows.

The only regret was that the time of suffering left for Hosea would be less than the time of suffering that Mia had to endure.

“Ah. It wouldn’t be bad to know that the person who will take you over is exceptionally good at torture, would it?”

In a short time, Hosea Yan Murad would fall to the bottom, no, to the abyss. It would be okay to let him know in advance. So that not even a handful of Mia would be left in that head, trembling with fear.

“Ugh, uhh.”

As the tranquilizer began to take effect, a larger crack appeared on Hosea’s face than before.

Terror flashed across his previously confident face.

Dylan released his grip on his cheeks and dusted off his hands. Hosea’s body tilted and fell to the side. Leaving the panting Hosea behind, Dylan left the basement without hesitation.

It was exactly ten minutes after the promised time.

After coming out of the basement, Dylan straightened his clothes and walked to the drawing room where he had first been with Mia.

Just in time, she was walking towards him from the opposite side. Mia also seemed to have noticed him, and she slowly stopped walking. She wore a smile that was slightly fainter than the one she showed to others.

Now he could see. What she was thinking.

Mia didn’t walk any closer, and Dylan moved to stand in front of her. The stuffy smell that had been lingering around his nose since he was in the basement disappeared as soon as he got closer to Mia.

He barely had time to inhale the soft scent of soap.

“It seems your conversation with Baron Borman has finally ended.”

“Yes. He seems to be on his way to meet His Majesty.”

“Yes, His Majesty did not allow him to meet the Fourth Prince.”

“Is that so.”

“As promised, I won’t be stubborn anymore.”

Her eyes, containing a deep forest, seemed to be reading Dylan’s mood.

The hand she had been twisting tightened. With eyes and tone that were no different from usual, he opened his mouth.

“You’ve thought it through well.”

If he revealed what he had learned today, Mia would do something even worse than this time.

He might be caught off guard without knowing anything. Because he still couldn’t read her.

“It would be good to leave now. Did Sir Aaron say he was preparing in advance at the platform?”

The words imitating affection were empty. Dylan simply gave a loose smile.

Remembering the smile, he had once worn.

“Yes, we have a long way to go, so let’s go now.”

Dylan slowly took Mia’s hand. For a moment, her pupils shook and her body trembled once. But as if nothing had happened, Mia carefully grasped his hand.

“…Okay. Let’s go.”

The first-class compartment of the train that Dylan and Mia boarded was large and luxurious, like a hotel room that had been moved.

It was equipped with a large bed, a table, and even a bathroom. There were lamps everywhere, like in the rooms of the residence. Mia lightly realized whose consideration had created this space.

‘…Dylan.’

Repeating the terribly hateful and terribly lonely name in her mind, Mia quickly slid her gaze away.

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