After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 152
The moment their gazes met, it was fleeting. Sebelia remained silent. Dehart’s golden eyes trembled like leaves caught in the wind.
“….”
He unconsciously dropped his head and avoided Sebelia’s gaze. The change in Dehart’s demeanor, from relentless shouting to silence, naturally caused the eyes of those around them to converge.
“Duke, that person.”
Eli was the first to break the silence. He had been carrying a bundle of herbs the herbalist had hidden and, upon noticing Sebelia, stared at her in shock.
“Is that… her? The one who… passed away? No, but unless this is a trap, she looks exactly the same.”
“….”
“Were they twins, by chance? That would make sense. Ah, and did you apologize for chasing her so relentlessly?”
Eli spoke, seeming confused by his own words. Dehart lifted his head and glared at him fiercely.
Shut up.
As Dehart silently warned Eli, Sebelia carefully scanned his appearance. His hair, tangled with dust and sweat, and the bloodstains clinging to his chest where they had dried. And the glass flowers, he still held firmly in his hand —like a lifeline.
“Whoo…”
A deep sigh escaped her lips, but even from a distance, Dehart felt it as if it was right next to him.
With a tight grip on the herbs, Dehart’s lips tightened. The once aimless golden eyes now held a stubborn gleam. He turned away from Eli’s gaze and fixed his eyes on Sebelia.
His gaze was arrogant and unyielding, as if he had done nothing wrong. Recognizing the meaning behind it, a deep furrow appeared on Sebelia’s brow. She then took an unhesitant step forward.
Her destination was, of course, Dehart.
“Oh, Duke, she’s coming this way.”
Eli, who was flustered, was easily pushed aside by Dehart as he approached Sebelia. Instead of lowering her head under the heavy gaze, Sebelia lifted her chin.
“It’s nice to meet you. I came here with the doctor for an inspection. My name is Sebelia.”
Sebelia looked at Dehart and extended her hand to Eli. She was doing this on purpose. Dehart pressed his lips together, avoiding her gaze. Eli, looking a bit lost, hesitated before lightly taking her hand and offering a formal greeting.
“I’m Eli Hursfield, assisting the Duke.”
It was an overly polite gesture for a young lady who wasn’t a noble. However, Eli had an ulterior motive. If Sebelia wasn’t a fake created to bring down Dehart as he had said, perhaps through her, he could help heal his wounds.
She’s a commoner, so marriage isn’t an option, but spending some quality time together should be fine.
After spending a few years together and then giving her enough money to live comfortably for the rest of her life, it would be a neat and mutually beneficial outcome for both of them. That’s why Eli maintained a polite attitude toward Sebelia.
If both Sebelia and Dehart knew about his thoughts, they would both be furious. But fortunately, neither of them had telepathic abilities.
“Nice to meet you, Sir Eli.”
Sebelia, who had been glaring at Dehart, turned her gaze toward Eli, briefly scanning him with a small smile. Eli, slightly taken aback, nodded his head politely. For a moment, Sebelia radiated a noble elegance, a quality that had appeared almost suddenly.
And then, the next moment, Eli felt his heart almost leap out of his chest.
“Duke.”
Sebelia’s hand had placed itself gently over his shirt. As she traced her fingers softly across his chest, Dehart’s eyes widened in surprise. But his misinterpretation was shattered almost instantly.
“I thought you promised you’d take good care of things.”
Instead of feeling his chest, her delicate fingers tugged at the pocket of his shirt. Inside, the small, limp body of the blue bird was pitifully nestled. Her almost whisper-like voice grazed his ear.
“Didn’t you promise there would be no danger?”
“I—”
“What I need right now isn’t an excuse.”
Her blue eyes, looking up at him, were chilling. Dehart swallowed hard. Sebelia, having taken the blue bird from his pocket, reached out with her other hand to adjust his shirt around his neck.
The cold scent of the forest, the brush of her fingertips against his chest—he instinctively tried to pull back. But in that moment, her gaze, as cold as a still lake, held him in place.
Stay still.
Her lips remained perfectly still, but Dehart felt her command with his entire being. Her icy eyes froze every nerve in his body.
“Just as I thought.”
The brief but intense moment ended. Without hesitation, Sebelia pulled away from him, leaving a small red piece in her hand. It was Alos’s remnants.
“That child shattered while trying to protect you.”
Dehart clenched his jaw tightly. A shadow darkened his golden eyes. His excuses fought their way to his tongue but were silenced before they could leave.
“Let’s talk inside.”
Sebelia said as she passed him. The words she left behind pierced his heart like a blade. Soon, the fabric blocking the tent’s entrance fluttered in the wind.
