After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 102
What on earth is going on?
Sebelia felt bewildered. She was surprised, dazed, and sensed something strange, while at the same time feeling a bit put off. Even though he had lost his memory, he was still her husband, who had previously ignored her.
“Then enjoy your meal.”
Dehart said this and turned away. Sebelia looked down at the lavish breakfast spread before her, her mouth moving in disbelief. As the delicious aroma wafted up, a spicy scent poked her nose from somewhere.
She picked up her fork and decided to tackle the salad first. The salad, with its various dressings and seasonal fruits, was perfect for whetting her appetite.
I never thought I would be treated to this by Dehart.
Suddenly, she felt a realization. Dehart was different now compared to the past. Just as she had to treat him like a completely different person, he too deserved to be treated differently. But it was difficult.
The same face, the same physique, the same voice. No matter how much he had lost his memory, everything about him kept reminding her of the past. It felt as if her appetite had suddenly vanished.
“Is there nothing to your taste?”
As Sebelia poked at her salad, Dehart, who had been leaning against the wall, hesitated before asking. She was startled to see him still in the room and quickly stood up.
Dehart rushed over to steady her shaking chair.
“Oh, when were you there?”
“I’ve been here the whole time… I must have startled you.”
Dehart apologized with his eyebrows drooping. Sebelia almost poked her own hand with the fork she was holding. Although the amnesiac Dehart was oddly affectionate, this time it was excessive.
Is this really Dehart? Or is he just someone who looks like him?
Her mind flickered between the past and present versions of Dehart. She remembered the time he passed her in the hallway with a cold glance while enduring the maids’ ridicule, and now here he was, looking like a dejected puppy right in front of her.
Despite losing his memory, how could a person change so much? Sebelia felt a pressing need to delve deeply into the nature of humanity.
She took a deep breath and sat back down. Dehart was now standing right beside the table. Sebelia looked up at him with disbelief.
“You’re not thinking of serving me my meal, are you? Mr. Dehart, you’re not a servant.”
“I’m not a servant, but Mr. Watts asked me to help Bella.”
Dehart said as he moved the sharp salad out of the way, one of the things she had not liked. Sebelia watched the departing dish and muttered.
“I don’t understand how ‘help’ turned into watching over my meals.”
“It’s dangerous to faint while eating. You don’t realize how dangerous that tool you’re holding is, do you?”
Dehart replied calmly as he filled the empty glass with water. His skill was so adept it resembled that of a capable butler.
“Dehart, this is…”
“Is it too much for friends to do this much for each other?”
No, since when have we been friends?
The words caught in her throat. Sebelia looked at him wide-eyed before turning her head away. It was all a matter of experience. Although she had heard harsh words throughout her life, she had never been on the giving end.
“Still, it feels uncomfortable.”
Sebelia sighed deeply.
“Why don’t you sit across from me instead?”
“Me?”
“Who else would be here then?”
Sebelia said as she tore a piece of bread with her hands. Strangely, facing him seemed to bring out a rougher side of her personality. She had even wanted to smack him on the forehead earlier.
Did I have this bad side in me all along?
Perhaps it was due to her experiences of being mistreated by her family since childhood. She was afraid she might resort to violence herself. That was also why she refrained from speaking harshly. She didn’t want to become someone like her father.
Meanwhile, granted permission to join her, Dehart held his pounding heart and stepped out to get a chair. Just then, Claude, who was passing by in the hallway, saw him and rushed over in surprise.
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After confirming that Dehart wasn’t on the verge of another episode, Claude let out a sigh of relief and headed to the dining room with him. Watts was still sleeping in, so there was no one in the dining area.
“Does it seem to be going according to plan?”
Claude asked as he cracked an egg into a frying pan. Dehart paused, counting the types of dessert Sebelia would eat. Seeing his hesitation, Claude frowned and turned to him.
“What’s the problem this time?”
“……”
“Dehart, talk to me. You know that sulking alone won’t solve anything.”
Dehart ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Turning his head while still leaning on the table, he forced a bitter smile.
“I think she might really be the real one… I just don’t know. I don’t know how to treat her or what to say. My mind goes blank, and my heart is racing so much that I can’t tell if I’m even speaking correctly.”
The weight of all the wrongs he had committed made it hard for him to approach her. He wanted to build affection and trust with her, but instead, it felt like he was ruining everything.
