"Cecil, what happened to your arm?" Lu Xia asked, noticing the red mark on it.
The atmosphere at the dining table fell silent. Cecil looked up. "I just bumped it by accident. There's no need to worry, Duke Lu Xia."
"Alright. Go have the housekeeper put some ointment on it later."
"Okay."
After breakfast, Lu Xia got up and left for work.
Smelian looked at Cecil. "You didn't have to cover for me."
Cecil leaned back in his chair and looked at Smelian. "Who said I was covering for you? I'm not that nice. I'm keeping this as leverage. What were you doing last night? You reek of blood."
Hearing this, Smelian's expression stiffened for a moment. Although he hid it quickly, Cecil had been staring right at him; there was no way he could have missed it.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Smelian stood up, clearly not intending to continue the conversation.
The corners of Cecil's lips curled up, but he didn't say anything. He knew he'd guessed correctly.
