Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 68
Recalling the thought he had when he saw her lips, Izar clenched his teeth in humiliation.
It was absolutely impossible.
She might say she had feelings for him, but he had no intention of giving even a piece of his own heart to anyone.
He didn’t want to crumble miserably because of love. If the end of giving his heart away was only misery like his father’s…
‘Then there’s only one choice left.’
He should draw the line now while it was still a simple thirst.
If he takes this woman to the capital, he’ll confine her in the mansion there.
And forget about her until a suitable time comes.
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When Freesia woke up in Izar’s bedroom, she looked around in a daze. Coldly, he had already left.
And she looked just as she had the night before.
‘…Then why did he call me?’
Though she had admitted to herself that she had feelings for him, her husband, as he was right now, was inscrutable. However, the dream from last night left her head throbbing.
“Ugh…”
It seemed like a very painful dream.
‘It felt like that dream was about what happened after I recovered from losing our child.’
Was it because she slept in Izar’s bedroom that she had such a dream?
But no matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn’t remember the details.
Dreams usually melt away with the morning sunlight, and besides…
‘The end was completely shrouded in darkness.’
As if someone had poured black ink in front of her eyes. Why was that?
But the moment she looked in the mirror to wash her face, the thought of the dream fled as she was startled by her reflection.
“Huh? What?”
Both eyes were swollen and red.
It clearly looked like she had been crying a lot.
“Why am I like this?”
As Freesia touched her eyes in confusion, the door was flung open.
The person who had summoned her here, the owner of the room, appeared.
But somehow, he didn’t look any better than she felt. If anyone saw him, they might think he had been up all night.
“Did you… sleep well… Your Grace?”
“……”
Izar looked at her as if he had a lot to say but couldn’t. Freesia almost instinctively pulled her upper body back.
It had been a long time since she had seen such a ferocious expression on his face.
And then, embarrassed by her guess, she blushed.
“Did I… make a lot of noise throughout the night…?”
Did she cry loudly because of a strange dream? Was that why he also had a sleepless night?
However, Izar just glared at Freesia silently.
‘Given her state, it seems she’s not pretending to have forgotten about it.’
It seemed like he truly had forgotten about what happened last night. While that should have been a relief, his anxious face was unbearably irritating.
She had kept him awake all night, completely tense.
Izar bluntly spat out,
“It was horrible.”
“……!”
“Sharing a bed with you is something I can never do again.”
Freesia’s face turned red with embarrassment at the harsh rebuke.
It would have been better if he had just said she was grinding her teeth or snoring.
Saying it like that, she couldn’t even guess what she had done, only feeling embarrassed. The countless embarrassing possibilities she might have committed burned her up inside.
Then Izar gestured towards the bedroom door.
“Go to your room without causing a scene.”
“…Yes.”
“Right now.”
It meant she should not even dream of acting like a favored wife, as cold as when she had returned from Deneb.
‘After calling me here himself…’
…The sudden coldness crept up on her, bringing hot emotions. It wasn’t surprising that Izar was indifferent in the first year of their marriage.
But perhaps it was because it was in this room, filled with precious memories, that the cold treatment felt unbearably bitter in contrast to the awkward tenderness shown by her twenty-six-year-old ‘husband’.
And at the same time, she wanted to rebel just this once.
‘Even though it might seem trivial to others.’
She couldn’t possibly defy the head of the household. So, the only choice Freesia had was one.
To turn her back strongly, leave the room without saying goodbye.
It was the most she could do, knowing how childish and powerless it was.
‘Surely it won’t hurt Izar at all.’
But if she didn’t do even this much, she felt like resentment would build up.
…And Izar, who had been turned away from, gritted his teeth as soon as Freesia left.
“Really, that brazen thing.”
The shepherdess must have forgotten that there was a mirror in the room, which allowed him to see her pouting her small lips and glaring at him with resentment as she left.
Above all, the moment he saw her turning her back without a word, he felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest.
As if his insides were being ripped apart the moment the shepherdess turned away from him.
As if his guts were being torn open by a beast’s claws from his lower abdomen to just under his throat.
‘To turn your back like that?’
After looking at him with such eyes when she was groggy from the dream?
Trembling with an indescribable fury yet reminding himself he had no reason to hold her back, he cursed under his breath.
“Damn it.”
Izar now more concretely defined what the shepherdess was to him.
Without a doubt, she was a disaster that had come into his life.
