After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 96
It seems that he truly has amnesia. Sebelia glanced at Dehart, who was following closely behind her like a puppy, and tightened her grip on the basket she was holding. As their eyes met, Dehart smiled brightly, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“Ugh.”
Sebelia hugged the basket tightly and turned her head away. She needs to hurry back. As she quickened her pace, the sound of footsteps following her also sped up. It felt like being chased by a well-behaved wolf.
In short, it was hard to determine whether this feeling was good or bad.
“Slow down, Bella. You might trip.”
But one thing was certain: if this was an act, then the Empire had definitely missed out on a tremendous actor.
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The man was overly affectionate. His clinginess was suffocating, sending chills down her spine. Sebelia retracted her earlier statement about not caring whether he was acting or not.
I might end up with a stomach cramp at this rate.
It had been five days since she introduced herself to Dehart, who had lost his memory. She was on the verge of becoming neurotic from the constant stares that followed her wherever she went. She almost thought it would be better to look at her with disdain, like in Hillend Hall.
I can’t say harsh things to a patient who doesn’t even know who he is.
With a deep sigh, Sebelia bookmarked the book she had been reading. Every time she read in the living room, Dehart would subtly join her, which had prompted her to come to the garden today.
If there were some ulterior motive or if she felt he meant to harm her, she might have pushed him away. But he had never once tried to touch her recklessly or shown any strange intentions.
He simply followed her around like a baby bird freshly hatched, full of curiosity about everything she did, hopping along and interfering.
Every time he does that, I feel this strange urge.
For some reason, every time she saw Dehart, she wanted to raise her hand and smack her forehead in disbelief, which left her astonished each time.
Was I always this kind of person?
She sighed and absentmindedly looked up. Her gaze met Dehart’s, who was looking down at her from the window.
“Hah…!”
“Good morning, Bella. What book are you reading?”
There was no time to protest. Dehart supported his chin with his hand, smiling softly, his golden eyes sparkling. Even after being caught eavesdropping, he remained composed.
“I didn’t want to disturb you since you seemed focused. But today’s choice of location is unusual. You usually read in the living room.”
As his words poured out, Sebelia blinked silently and closed the book. A small crease formed on her forehead.
It really does seem like he has amnesia.
The Dehart she once knew was not this sly. He was always sharp and sensitive, mistrusting people and harboring a twisted personality that questioned everything around him.
Let alone me, his wife, I’ve never once managed to enter his heart.
The thought that he had ever opened up to her was nothing but an illusion. Sebelia realized this painful truth through the words he whispered to her on the day of betrayal.
[Don’t feel too wronged for being caught. Everyone makes mistakes in life.]
[But… if you had truly remembered what I said about knowing your place, this wouldn’t have happened.]
Where had the man gone, who once looked at her with cold eyes and wiped her tears? The one who brushed her cheek with his rough hand and then pushed her away completely—had he really vanished? Just thinking about it made a sigh escape her lips.
It wasn’t sadness that caused her to sigh, but rather the fact that the personality that had appeared after his disappearance was like this.
Is it okay to leave him as he is? Should I help him find his memories now?
Sebelia’s blue eyes gazed at him, filled with indescribable emotions. But perhaps it would be better for him to completely forget her. Three years of marriage had left wounds on her, but it likely hadn’t been good memories for him either.
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Meanwhile, Dehart was diligently trying to uncover the hidden intentions of the fake Sebelia, following Eli closely as usual. Leaning against the window frame, he looked down at Sebelia and spoke in a gentle voice.
“Does reading in the garden help you concentrate better?”
“It’s not a matter of concentration. It’s just a matter of mood.”
“Hmmm… a matter of mood, you say. Then I should try reading in the garden as well.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know, I really don’t know anything right now. Since I have no memories, I should gather as many new experiences as I can, right?”
As Dehart stood up to speak, Sebelia’s eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her bewildered expression.
Yes, I can see how that would be surprising.
But I won’t miss a single move you make. Dehart picked a random book from Claude’s shelf and headed toward the garden.
What do you intend to do outside instead of the living room?
Hmmm. With a deep breath, Dehart quickly descended the staircase. It was quite suspicious that she had been venturing outside rather than staying in the mansion lately. It seemed she was attempting to inform someone behind the scenes of his amnesia.
“Whew…”
Before opening the side door to the garden, Dehart looked at his reflection in the window and adjusted his expression. Kind and gentle, just like that damned Eli, to win over people’s affections.
“Alright.”
