Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 278
Christian was tilting a wine glass on the terrace. Caroline, seeing there were no women by his side, felt a first wave of relief.
âUm, Chris.â
As Caroline parted the curtains and walked out onto the terrace where he was, Christian gave a small, awkward cough.
âYou startled me. I almost spilled it all over myself.â
âOh, s-sorry. Did I surprise you?â
âLady Lasphilla, what on earth are you doing?â
âHuh?â
âWhy are you being so persisââ
He bit his lower lip and shook his head.
âForget it. I want to be alone, so please stop following me.â
âYou want to be alone? âŚAre you serious?â
This wasnât a question meant to hold him back. It was pure confusion.
Christian was a man who liked being the center of attention. No matter how dull the party, heâd never be satisfied if he couldnât dominate the center of it.
For someone like him to seek solitude at the height of the party? Impossible.
âYes. I have a lot on my mind right now. I donât have time to deal with you.â
âYou donât have time⌠Oh, I see! So thatâs whyâŚ!â
âHm?â
âI thought so, yes, I figured as much.â
Even though he had intentionally spoken coldly, Caroline instead brightened.
âSo thatâs itâŚâ
If he had worries, it was only natural he wouldnât have the emotional leeway for conversation. At last, there was a reason she could grasp to understand Christian.
As expected, heâd never had a chance to reflect on her!
Now that she knew the problem, all that was left was to solve it. If it was an opportunity he lacked, then she could create one.
Caroline asked in a friendly tone,
âWhatâs on your mind? Iâll help you think it over.â
âYou? My problems?â
Christian stretched his neck from side to side, making his discomfort obvious. But unlike before, Caroline didnât shrink back. Her eyes shone brighter, and she took a step closer.
Seeing this, Christian let go of the refined aura that suited his looks and grumbled outright.
âWhat answer do you think Iâll get if I talk about investments with a woman like you? Iâd just be wasting my breath.â
âInvestment?â
âIf youâre about to ask what an investment is, please find someone else. Iâm really busy.â
âI know what an investment is⌠The tea cultivation method you mentioned before, thatâs an investment, right?â
âThatâs right.â
âDo you still have shares in that company?â
âOf course. It hasnât hit the upper limit I predicted yet.â
Christian, answering absentmindedly, suddenly stopped.
âWhy am I answering her so sincerely?â
And why does she remember that in such detail?
Heâd boasted about investments to women many times before, but most either ignored it or tilted their heads. Caroline was one of them.
Naturally, heâd expected her not to rememberâŚ
âDoes she have an unexpected sense for business?â
Her father, Count Lasphilla, was known behind the scenes as a money fiend. It wouldnât be strange if his eldest daughter had received some basic financial education.
âMaybe I could get some information from her.â
The thirsty dig their own wells. Christian was desperate for gold at this point.
Clutching at straws, he asked,
âCaroline, have you heard anything from your father lately?â
âHm? About what?â
When Christian finally showed some interest, Carolineâs eyes shone with anticipation.
âLike, is there any company where you could get big dividends if you invested, or any company involved in stock price manipulation, that sort of thing?â
âOh, that kind of thingâŚâ
For a moment, disappointment crossed her face, but then something flashed through her mind.
âThat letter with no return address.â
The contents of that letter couldnât be trusted. But if it were trueâŚ
âIt could help Christian regain his composure.â
And more than that? It could easily give him a reason to love her again.
This was a gamble. One she couldnât take lightly.
Caroline spoke carefully.
âActually, my father received some information from a new brokerâŚâ
âWhat is it?â
Christianâs face came in close. Caroline slid her palm between their faces and smiled.
âChris⌠Do you know anything about a broker named Dan, from the exchange?â