Marrying The Billionaire Who Was Terminally Ill

07

Chapter 07

Bailey opened the door to the rooftop. There, she saw a man leaning half of his body on the railing, looking down.

"Your name reaches even the college building."

Bailey closed the door. The man straightened up and turned around.

"My twin is too much of an attention seeker. Can't be helped," Bailey flatly replied and sat by the door. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

In that place, she experienced a moment of silence. Bailey then opened her eyes and looked at the man leaning on the railing, staring at her.

As usual, he was wearing a facemask, glasses, and a hood. Three months after the classes started, she met that clumsy guy again and saw him on that rooftop.

At that time, the man was always there, hanging out. In that place, it was just the two of them, with no noise.

"What happened this time? You're not in the mood."

The man approached Bailey and sat not far from her.

"Beatrice saw the invitation card that Bree gave me. She pretended it was an accident, but I saw Beatrice intentionally destroyed the paper."

Castor said the party was boring. Like him, Bailey also didn't like crowds, so she didn't understand why he wanted to go to the party.

"Because Bree said my fiancée will attend."

Bailey replied flatly while looking at the invitation card. Each senior high school student had one invitation card. Bree gave her the card because she was in the same department as Sebastian, who was also her partner on that day.

"I thought it was just an arranged marriage. Why do you want to meet him? His family seems to treat you well even if you're not close with your fiancée."

Bailey scratched her head and said that was the reason why she wanted to meet her fiancée.

"You said there are many rumors about your fiancée, like he's ill-mannered and not attractive," Castor said. Bailey looked at him and said she didn't care about that.

"Do I look like I care about appearance?" Bailey asked, pointing to herself.

"Bree and her family are very kind to me—even if it's true that he has a disability and I have to take care of my fiancée for life, I'd do it because it wouldn't be enough to repay the Nicastro family's kindness."

Curious, Castor asked what she meant. He said Bailey had deep-seated reasons.

Bailey crossed her arms and said she wouldn't tell a stranger.

Castor raised an eyebrow, feeling slighted. They spent almost every day together on that rooftop for three months, yet Bailey still considered him a stranger.

Castor touched his chin and wondered if their relationship could be called friendship.

He was there, so he had no choice but to hear everything Bailey said since they were the only ones there.

Bailey suddenly laughed, and Castor looked at her.

"You're so easy to read. Are you confused between friends and strangers?"

Castor pursed his lips. Bailey laughed more and called him naive.

"I can't call you a friend—I don't even know your name."

Castor was always on the rooftop, listening to Bailey's complaints, and he had shared quite a bit himself. It was hard to believe they didn't know each other's names or have formal introductions.

"You can call me Piero."

"Anais Bailey Madrigal," Bailey replied, extending her hand to Castor. Castor looked away and said he had mysophobia.

Bailey withdrew her hand and rolled her eyes, saying her hands were clean.

"You just touched the floor earlier."

Bailey glared at him, noting he was sitting on the floor now, but before she could finish speaking, she saw a box laid out on the floor.

Such things were on the rooftop, and she was wearing a skirt, yet Castor hadn't offered her a seat.

"I'm not sharing this."

Bailey raised an eyebrow as the man scooted away. He acted like a cat hiding a piece of fishbone from her. Bailey stopped and laughed.

"I'm not taking it."

Bailey stopped after her phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and looked at the caller.

She saw the name of the Madrigal matriarch. Bailey's smile immediately disappeared, replaced by disgust.

Upon answering the call, the woman immediately berated Bailey.

"What do you think you're doing, Bailey? Didn't I tell you to stop harassing Beatrice?"

Bailey asked what she would gain from harassing Beatrice.

"You stupid freak. You have the nerve to talk back and defy us. You have no gratitude. Remember, you are not yet an official member of the Nicastro family. You can easily be replaced by Beatrice! Everything you enjoy should be hers, remember that!"

When the call ended, Bailey put down her phone and clenched it tightly.

Bailey knew from the beginning that the position was not meant for her. Beatrice rejected the engagement, so it fell to her.

Anytime she could lose it, as her parents said, the position was meant for Beatrice, not her.

Castor stared at Bailey as if she might snap at any moment. Castor leaned on his knees. Such an expression didn't fit a 13-year-old. Castor was curious about what Bailey had gone through to develop such strong endurance.

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"Take care of that, okay."

Bailey stopped when Bree handed her another invitation card. She went there to apologize for tearing the previous invitation card.

"Thank you, Bree!"

Bailey's face lit up with joy after seeing the invitation card. Bree said it was from Sebastian and to thank him if she saw him.

"I thought you had no plans to attend the party," Sebastian asked. He was sitting near Castor's table, who was currently resting his head on it. Sebastian was holding his head with his feet on the table.

"My mom sent some clothes, and I'm not attending. I'll just drop by."

Sebastian glanced at Castor. He never really understood his friend's thoughts.

"Pierro!"

Bailey peeked out the window. Sebastian was surprised and fell off his chair.

"You're such an i***t," Bree scolded after seeing her fiancé flip the chair.

'She knows that weird guy.'

Castor turned around. Bailey waved and smiled.

Castor smirked. Bree asked if Bailey knew Castor. The woman seemed shocked.

"He's the one I told you about who got his foot stuck in the water drainage."

Bree looked at her twin. It seemed like Castor met his fiancée without introducing himself.

"Why?" Bailey asked Bree. Bree laughed awkwardly and said it was nothing.

Bailey left, leaving Bree in the corridor. Bree glanced at her twin, who was back to resting on the table.

Bree laughed at the idea that Castor acted uninterested in the marriage arrangement but secretly met his fiancée.

"You're really cute, Bailey. You have no idea that the person you want to meet is someone you see almost every day since the first day."

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"Do you have a spare pen?"

Bailey stopped. She was sitting on the box, tapping the pen on her practice book since the ink wouldn't come out again.

Castor was lying on the box, not far from where Bailey was sitting.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

Castor took the book off his face and looked at Bailey.

'Is that obvious?'

Bailey laughed. She couldn't help but be amazed at Castor's facial expressions.

"Can I ask you something, Pierro? Why do you always wear a facemask? Are you missing teeth?" Bailey asked, pointing to her mouth.

Castor went poker-faced after Bailey laughed at him again.

"Annoying," Bailey said. She laughed and said she was 100% sure that was what Castor was thinking.

Castor covered his face with the book and said he had another pen in his bag. Bailey could use it.

Bailey looked for Castor's bag. She saw it beside Castor, so she stood up and approached him.

"Borrowing it, okay."

She saw only one notebook of Castor's, along with his wallet, phone, and earphones. Bailey was stunned because Castor's earphones were a new limited edition.

Bailey looked at Castor. He didn't look wealthy, but he had limited edition items.

Bailey saw Castor's pencil case, so she took it. Her jaw almost dropped after seeing Castor's pens.

"I've changed my mind. I'll just buy one outside," Bailey said, closing the pencil case.

Castor looked at her and asked what her drama was.

"It's scary to borrow from you. Your pens are luxury items in magazines."

Each pen cost 500k, and Castor had seven in his case. Castor sat up, poker-faced, and told Bailey to take a pen.

"Take one."

"My three-month allowance is the price of one pen."

Castor asked if it looked like he cared about Bailey's credit card balance.

"I'm giving it to you, not asking you to pay for it. Who cares about the price?"

Castor took his pencil case and handed a pen to Bailey.

"I don't want it; it's too expensive."

Castor said he was giving it to her. Bailey didn't respond and played with her fingers.

Castor pulled the clip from Bailey's hair. Her hair fell, and Bailey was surprised.

"Let's trade. I'll take this," Castor said, showing Bailey's hair clip.

Bailey laughed and asked if Castor would trade the pen for the clip.

"You love asking obvious questions."

So? Bailey took the pen. Bailey smiled and thanked Castor, who briefly stared at her.

Their friendship was formed there, and the rooftop became their hangout spot during break time.

On that rooftop, it was just the two of them—quiet and away from the noise and attention.

Even with Bailey having company in the place, he felt comfortable not because Castor was too quiet but because whatever he did, Castor didn't judge him.

He didn't need to watch his actions and be wary because—

"Do you need a lighter?" Castor asked. Bailey turned to Castor, frowning, and asked why he needed a lighter.

"Burn your practice books so you won't have anything to do."

If Bailey had a bad attitude, an unfiltered mouth, and no sense of humor, Castor was even worse.

He decided to stay quiet and sit in the corner.

"If there are topics you don't understand, you can ask, but I'll only answer five questions. Talking is tiring."

Bailey laughed at this. Even though there were times Bailey was annoyed with Castor and wanted to punch him—he never failed to make him laugh in the end.

"Do you see these four practice books of mine? Why don't you just help me answer them," Bailey asked. Castor lay down again and turned to the other side.

"Don't be abusive. You're the one asking for help, yet you still have a guts to demand."

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"Huh?"

From the rooftop, Bailey saw Bree with Sebastian. She was with classmates and four students from their building.

"This is the first time I've seen Bree in uniform. What department is Bree in?"

"That's going to be your uniform when you're in college and come from class A."

Anyway, Bailey's uniform was different from other students at that university. Their coat was white while normal students wore black. Bree's coat was maroon with black sleeves.

"I want to leave class A."

Castor asked why. Castor said the university prioritizes the well-being of those in class A—how come Bailey wants to leave.

"Who wants to stay in a classroom with stupid classmates and the pet dog of my twin?"

Castor blinked. Bailey looked at him and said his classmates were possessed.

They bullied her just because Beatrice always played the victim.

"Do you have any siblings?" Bailey asked. Castor looked in the other direction and said he had three younger brothers and one sister.

"We don't get along, but our relationship is not as chaotic as yours with your twin," Castor said and waved his hand.

"My siblings are too selfish and self-centered, so maybe that's why we don't get along."

Castor lay down again and said everyone has their own greed.

"Could you hurt your sibling? Ruin their life to satisfy and fill your greed?"

Castor was speechless. He was envious of his siblings, yes, but the thought of reaching a point where he would hurt his twin or ruin their life never crossed his mind.

"It seems your relationship is worse than I thought."

In Bailey's mind, it might be because they were both adopted, and in that way, Beatrice could survive. Bailey looked down from the building.

Whatever the reason, he wouldn't let Beatrice abuse her. She wasn't just protecting her name and dignity now—she was also thinking of the Nicastro family and the man she would marry in the future.