After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 113
[According to Claude, you value efficiency, so instead of wasting time waiting for Miss Bella, why not do something useful?]
Watts had said that and handed him a bundle of things needed for garden maintenance.
[No one likes a gloomy man.]
[…….]
[At least you should show that you’re doing your job properly, tsk.]
It was an incredibly frustrating moment, but there was no real argument against it. As Watts said, he had done nothing but wait for her. Like a loyal dog waiting for its master.
Still, I don’t like that guy.
If he wasn’t the only doctor who could treat Sebelia’s illness, he’d probably be a half-dead corpse by now.
“I should make sure that the doctor knows how much I’m holding back. It’s a shame.”
Dehart wiped the sweat off with a handkerchief he’d snatched from Watts.
At his feet, a small pile of white wildflowers had gathered. Just as he was about to pick up the pruning shears to trim the wild roses.
A rustling sound came from the other side, followed by an unpleasant cat’s meow.
“……!”
Dehart tried to stay composed. I’m just here to tend to the garden. I wasn’t sitting around waiting gloomily for you. He continued to work with the shears as if he hadn’t noticed Sebelia had returned.
Snip, snip.
Perhaps because of his nerves, his hands trembled as he trimmed the roses, deviating from his plan. It was a hit to his pride.
In the midst of that, footsteps grew louder, drawing closer. Dehart tried to suppress his pounding heart and took deep breaths, attempting to stay calm. The light footsteps became more distinct.
This should be close enough.
The key was to seem natural. He had to greet her as if he had been focused on his work and only noticed her presence just now. Recently, it seemed like Sebelia had been distancing herself from him, and Dehart’s anxiety kept growing.
Damn, how do I even know when the right moment is?
There wasn’t much time left. He couldn’t just keep killing these poor roses. If he didn’t acknowledge her first, Sebelia would surely just walk inside, and then he’d spend the whole day wracked with anxiety, following her around, unable to leave her side.
I can’t let that happen.
He glanced sideways to spot Sebelia’s shadow. There was still some distance, but he couldn’t let his guard down. Who knew when she might change direction, chasing that damn cat?
Resolved, he cleared his throat and turned around as naturally as possible to face Sebelia. But the next moment, he froze in place, unable to say a single word.
“……”
“……”
The blue eyes that were looking at him were filled with a deep darkness, undulating like a tide. Dehart could instinctively tell. The eyes, as if lost in some faraway place, weren’t truly looking at him.
What is she looking at?
A burning question struck his chest and seared his throat. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He wasn’t Dehart Inverness, her husband anymore.
What is she thinking, looking at me like that?
The result of denying the past in order to stay by her side had led to this. Dehart could be beside her, but that was all. He was just a stranger now.
“Bella.”
Dehart had no choice but to call her name. The bitter taste rose in his throat, but he couldn’t do anything about it. As an ordinary young man with no real connection to her anymore, he couldn’t ask, ‘Who are you really looking at?’
“Bella, are you alright?”
Taking a step closer, he asked again. Only then did Sebelia snap out of her daze. For a moment, her expression was startled, but she quickly regained her composure.
However, Dehart didn’t miss that brief moment. A painful light flashed through his eyes. Sebelia, who was caught in the memories of the past, didn’t see it. She gently smiled, brushing off the moment with a calm voice.
“I’m fine. I was just lost in thought and didn’t even realize I’d come home. It startled me for a second.”
She reached down to pick up Maya, who had stretched out her arms, asking for a hug.
“But what were you doing here, Mr. Dehart?”
“I was tending to the flowerbed. The weeds had gotten tangled up.”
“I see. That’s impressive. To me, I can’t even tell what’s a weed and what’s a flower.”
An awkward atmosphere settled between them. Dehart looked down, defeated, and Sebelia, looked eager to leave.
“Well then, I’ll head inside. You’ve worked hard.”
“Alright. Go rest.”
Sebelia nodded and slowly began to walk away. Dehart’s golden eyes followed her, only to return, heavy with defeat.
I almost turned and ran away.
Once inside the hallway, Sebelia took a deep breath.
