Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

Chapter 298



"Fine. You're my little brother, so I'll give you a hand this time."

Caleb let out a sigh. It was his little brother, after all. What could he do but spoil him a bit?This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thanks, Caleb. You're the best. Her name's Yitty. She looks like a Daburinean, and she's drop-dead gorgeous. I'm counting on you to find her." Cillian rattled off what Yitty looked like in a hurry.

Caleb gave him a look and blurted out, "You're not just after her for her looks, are you?"

...

Cillian just stared back at Caleb, silent. Caleb caved immediately.

"Alright, alright, I'll drop it. Yitty, got it. If she's in Charleston, I'll find her. But if she's not, don't hold your breath."

"It's fine. I'll sketch her portrait. It'll make the search easier with that in hand."

Cillian massaged his temples. Reassured by Caleb, he decided it was time to head back to his place. Caleb did not try to keep him any longer but threw in a last-minute caution as Cillian was about to step out.

"Oh, and just so you know, Grandpa's retired now. The folks we've crossed paths with in the past are stirring up trouble again. Watch your back when you're out there. I'll send some guys to keep an eye on you."

"Got it."

With a nod to show he got the message, Cillian took off.

Meanwhile, in the palace, Lucy was hunched over her desk and penning something on a postcard adorned with a golden feather. Matthew leaned in for a closer look.

"What's this? Writing a letter? Who's the lucky recipient?"

He whispered, and Lucy glanced up with a wistful smile on her face. "I'm writing to Chelsea. She thinks I'm gone, poor thing. She must be torn up about it."

Considering she was safe in Charleston, Lucy figured the threat of assassins had likely vanished.

She wanted to reach out to Chelsea

but was mindful of her safety. Hence, she left off her name and address and penned only a heartfelt message. She trusted Chelsea's smarts to read between the lines.

Lucy had just placed her last dot and was giving the ink a quick blow when she slipped the postcard into an envelope.

Matthew took it, sealed it with a dab of wax, and chuckled. "She took it hard, alright. She gave your dear husband a couple of good slaps right in front of everyone at the funeral."

He shared the memory with a bittersweet laugh, and Lucy had to stifle a giggle behind her hand.

Wow, Chelsea did not hold back, did she? To think she had smacked Matthew right there with the whole crowd watching!

"Who in their right mind would dare to smack Mr. Leon in the face in front of everyone? She's really brave!

"You didn't... hurt Chelsea, did you?"

Lucy's words came out in a nervous stutter, but Matthew just shook his head with a half-smile on his face.

"Of course not. She was just really upset and looking out for you. She was letting off steam at me because she couldn't forgive me. I wouldn't dream of getting back at her for that."

"Whew, that's a relief. I was scared for a second that you might have... You know, dealt with her."

Lucy patted her chest, letting out a sigh. Matthew's mouth twitched in amusement.

What did she think he was, some kind of monster?

Matthew decided it was high time to set the record straight about how Lucy saw him.

"Okay, let's get going. We've got a letter to send."

Lucy got up from her chair when she

noticed that the seal on the letter had set. She tugged at Matthew to head out of the study. Despite her time inthe palace, she still was not comfortable ordering the helpers around.

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Besides, that letter was for Chelsea, and she wanted to make sure it was sent off properly.

However, just as they were about to step out, they ran into the butler's wife, who was right there in the hallway.