She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 207

Saphira was still intimidated by Lucian. The young man’s presence was so overwhelming that she instinctively lowered her gaze.

“Cyrilla isn’t feeling well,” she said. “She might have caught a cold.”

“A cold? In this heat?” Lucian asked skeptically.

Saphira couldn't answer, but Robert stepped in. “I think it might be the stress of the new school. I saw her walking alone in the garden last night. The mountain air gets chilly; she probably caught a cold from the wind.”

Lucian nodded. “Then let her rest at home for the day.”

Just as he finished speaking, Cyrilla’s door opened, and she emerged, perfectly dressed in her school uniform. She coughed twice before saying, “I’m fine. My throat just feels a little scratchy, that’s all. I can go to school.”

Saphira went over and felt her forehead. It wasn't hot. “Are you sure, Cyrilla?” she asked, still worried.

“I’m fine, Mom. High school is tough, especially here in Metropia. If I miss one day, I might not be able to catch up.” Cyrilla then walked over to Lucian. “Lucian, are you leaving now? Could you give me a ride to school on your way?”

Lucian was up early and still had plenty of time before he was supposed to meet Loyce, but he said, “You still need to have breakfast. The driver can take you after you eat.”

“I’m not hungry. I don’t have an appetite,” Cyrilla replied, her eyelashes trembling as she lowered her head.

Lucian studied her for a moment before relenting. “Fine. You're practically like a sister to me, after all. Let’s go.”

His sister? She didn’t want to be his sister! Cyrilla kept her feelings hidden and obediently followed him downstairs.

Saphira watched them go in silence, her expression complex. She knew her daughter was becoming more and more scheming, her intentions now written all over her face. And the heir to that great family had surely noticed, using the word “sister” to create distance. She hoped Cyrilla would take the hint.

Before leaving, Lucian had the kitchen pack a breakfast and placed it on the driver's seat.

When Cyrilla got in the car and saw the breakfast, her face lit up with happiness. “Lucian, I’m really not hungry,” she said shyly. “You didn’t have to get breakfast for me.”

After closing the car door, she spotted a few students walking by. She deliberately ran back to the car and tapped on the driver’s side window. When the window rolled down to reveal Lucian’s handsome profile, she smiled sweetly. “Thank you for the ride today, Lucian. I hope you have a productive day. Goodbye.”

She had done it on purpose so they would see his face. After the car drove away, she walked along the tree-lined path of the school, and a group of girls immediately swarmed her. “Oh my god! Cyrilla! Was that the man I’ve only ever seen in newspapers?!”

Cyrilla feigned ignorance, then quickly shook her head. “No, you’re mistaken.”

“Don’t even try it,” the girl insisted. “I saw the military car and the license plate. Come on, what’s your relationship with him?!”

Cyrilla hesitated for a long moment before whispering, “I’m only telling you this because I consider you a friend. You can’t tell anyone else.”

The girl swore to keep the secret. Then she heard the words, “My grandmother did a great service for the Shapiro family. They designated me as Lucian’s future wife.”

A secret told in confidence is destined to become common knowledge.