“Did he resent you?”
“No.”
Denial.
There wasn’t even hesitation. Well, because it wasn’t the truth.
I still remembered Leto’s appearance that I had seen not long ago. As always, he had an indifferent face and spoke in a somewhat annoying voice.
‘Is that so?’
At a glance, it was a reaction that seemed like he didn’t care at all.
But I knew.
The fact that he was still mobilizing his connections to inquire about Celine’s whereabouts. How could he not?
Celine was like a little sister to Leto.
Leto was just pretending to be unaffected toward me. Anyway, even if he got angry at me, the situation wouldn’t change, and if he started blaming me, I would suffer more than twice as much as now.
He was a really smart guy.
That fact was somehow reassuring, yet I felt sorry. If he had at least gotten angry and cursed at me, maybe I would feel a little less sorry.
But Leto would never do that.
My hand fumbled for the bottle. I desperately wanted to get dead drunk like this, but as someone whose wife was held hostage, I couldn’t dare to do…