My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 261

The late evening train station, heading toward the end of the weekend, was bustling with people returning to Richmond. The line to board the train was incredibly long.

Edwin, who was at the front of his group, stepped aside when he reached the door. He tried to offer his hand to Giselle, but she refused with a look and moved to the opposite side. After all, she was still on duty.

In the end, it was the male crew member carrying Martine’s luggage and the maid who boarded first, followed by Martine’s turn. Edwin extended his hand, just as he had for the maid, to help her up the steps. As it was an act of etiquette performed for her by a man who had lived his whole life as a gentleman, not just any other man, Giselle didn’t find it unpleasant.

That is, until Martine deliberately took off her glove and took his hand.

She’s really….

Giselle hadn’t thought a woman who was about to be married would be so brazen as to flirt, but then again, a person who extorts money from another country’s military probably wouldn’t think twice about stealing another person’s man.

Instead of grabbing the hair of the woman messing with her man, Giselle clenched two fists of cold air. She had planned to tolerate it if it only went as far as holding hands.

—Ouch!

Martine’s shoe slipped on the second step. As the woman stumbled and was about to fall backward, Edwin instinctively reached out his arm. But before he could reach her, Giselle’s two hands suddenly came between them and shoved Martine’s back forward with all her might.

—Agh!

This time, no one caught Martine as she fell forward. Giselle wouldn’t have pushed her in the first place if she’d intended to catch her, and Edwin’s mind had frozen from the murderous look he saw in Giselle’s eyes for the first time.

—It hurts…

Giselle grabbed the woman’s two arms, which were placed on the dirt-covered steps, and forcibly pulled her up. The way she heartlessly shoved Martine inside as soon as she regained her balance was like dealing with a heinous criminal.

Watch your step. Before she loudly called out the kind words, which felt so disconnected from her actions, Edwin distinctly heard what Giselle had whispered threateningly to Martine.

—What kind of brazen act is this? I warned you I’m crazy, didn’t I?

She warned her? He could guess what had happened out of his sight. He reached out to help Giselle up the train steps, but she blatantly refused and went in by herself, flashing him a murderous glare for a moment, too.

You know I’ve never flirted with any other woman.

Why did it feel so good, even though he was being unfairly accused?

‘My god…’

Hawkins was completely dumbfounded. It was because of the unfamiliar smile that had appeared and vanished in a flash on his superior’s face as he followed Lieutenant Bishop.

He believed that a military commander should devote everything they have to the mission entrusted to them. Their capabilities, of course, but also their private connections and personal time like weekends.

And for Colonel Eccleston, even his handsome looks.

It was utterly regrettable as the person in charge of the mission that they had to resort to his power to resolve the situation, but on the other hand, after seeing Martine’s attitude, he thought it was a good thing the Director had come. If Martine had a crush on the handsome overall commander of the mission, then Room 303 would have a valuable lure to win over the difficult fox.

However, Lieutenant Bishop brazenly stopping Martine from flirting with the Director was like throwing the only lure they had into the trash.

Could it be that she just couldn’t stand seeing a woman she dislikes clinging to her Ajussi? Letting personal feelings interfere with work is forbidden. Furthermore, using force on a person being managed, without a legitimate reason, is a violation of regulations. He had decided to call her over once the train departed and scold her sternly for not doing such a thing again, but seeing the Director who was actually pleased with the lieutenant’s brazen behavior, he felt that scolding her would make him look like a clueless idiot.

Was she checking her as a woman?

Does that mean Bishop likes the Director as a man, too?

Could they already be dating…?

Hawkins remembered a call he had gotten from Rita Dawson not long ago, where she had prodded him in a declarative tone.

-Is there a woman in the military who’s close to our Duke?

There is. Only one. Giselle Bishop.

He wasn’t an idiot who would reveal to an outsider that the two were from the same unit, so he had no intention of answering truthfully in the first place. The nuance of Dawson’s question hinted that the Director’s lover was in the military, and he instinctively knew he shouldn’t give any hints.

To be honest, at that time, he had thought that the Director was suffering from a painful unrequited love that he couldn’t even hide at home, a love he couldn’t even tell the person he liked.

He couldn’t even begin to suspect that it was mutual. This was because Lieutenant Bishop’s attitude toward the Director was the same as her attitude toward the other crew members. When he called her, she would make a face as if to ask what sin she had committed and try to avoid him, just like all the soldiers in the Intelligence Bureau.

Besides, if a woman had a boyfriend, she wouldn’t hang out and drink with male colleagues, would she?

Of course, there were people who questioned their relationship, but Lieutenant Bishop publicly denied it and even treated them like fools who believed tabloids.

—Major Hawkins, it’s insubordination if I’m rude to the Director, but what crime is it if the Director treats me like a kid?

In front of the station, when the Director fixed the scarf around her neck so that it covered her head, she had pouted and complained as if a father was treating her like a child in front of her friends—that was not the attitude of a lover.

And more than anything, Giselle Bishop did not look at Edwin Eccleston with the same eyes.

Wary eyes.

He didn’t know what she was wary of, though.

He was sure the two were dating when they entered the train car. As Bishop stood in an empty seat and began to unbutton her coat, the Director came up behind her and took it off. This time, Bishop didn’t refuse his help with her coat and, as if it were a matter of course, gave him her coat and sat with her legs crossed by the window.

The Military Intelligence Bureau does not tolerate insubordination.

However, in this relationship, it was clear to anyone that the woman was in charge, so it couldn’t be called insubordination.

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The man in the seat beside her kept looking at Giselle. He seemed like he wanted to talk about what had happened when they boarded the train.

But with the other team members and Martine in nearby seats, he couldn’t open his mouth and looked frustrated. That was fortunate for Giselle. She didn’t really want to talk about it. She was starting to regret how she’d behaved like a madwoman, blinded by jealousy.

Now there’s going to be a ridiculous rumor that the Director and I are getting married.

Since she had said it with her own mouth, what good would it do to deny it?

Giselle Bishop, you’ve made a mess of things again.

She had a history of causing major trouble by losing her temper because of jealousy. Could you really say she had learned and grown if she was causing trouble for the same reason again?

Of course, she wasn’t regretting that she’d acted like a crazy person toward a woman flirting with Edwin.

You can be a more poised, elegant, and cunning crazy person, Giselle!

A bigger problem than them getting caught was the fact that she had so clearly shown her insane jealousy in front of Edwin. She pretended to ignore him because she was angry, but in reality, it was mostly because she was embarrassed.

I must have looked like a monster.

To avoid Edwin’s gaze, she only looked outside, but since it was dark, the window had turned into a black mirror, and she kept making eye contact with him in the reflection. Giselle quickly turned her head forward and pulled a crossword puzzle magazine and a fountain pen from her handbag. She opened a random page, solved the first clue, and filled in the answer. Immediately, a hand reached over and took the magazine.

She thought he wanted to take turns solving it, like when they were kids. But when she got the magazine back, there were strange letters written in a 15-box puzzle.

Were you jealous?

Her face flushed.

—That’s wrong.

Giselle ignored his attempt at conversation, solved another problem, and handed the magazine back. Edwin then completely disregarded the number of letters and the boundaries of the boxes and spoke to her again.

Your jealousy is even thrilling ♡

What kind of man gets a thrill from a monster? This time, her cheeks turned red for a different reason.

A heart? It didn’t suit his appearance at all. Giselle barely managed to hold back a laugh at the absurdity of it.

—Why do you keep insisting on something that’s wrong?

She feigned ignorance again, calmly wrote the answer to the next problem, and gave it to him. As soon as he got it, he wrote something without hesitation. Now what…?

Do you want to live a life sentence, too?

What kind of nonsense is this all of a sudden? She furrowed her brow, looking down at the magazine, and Edwin wrote a long line in the box directly below it, right in front of her eyes.

In the prison called ‘me’