I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 14
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The beautiful woman who faced his sword and stayed until the end. Or rather, the woman who didn’t avoid Duke Heinrich’s sword who was protecting Adrian. The memories of that day were so vivid that he wanted to break her again. If it’s not a rose to be crushed in his hand, he can use someone else’s hands.
“Isn’t that right, Mrs. Heinrich?”
“….Yes, that’s correct.”
The red roses that grew on the estate of the Loren family boasted an exceptionally vivid hue.
However, what truly made the roses of Loren famous was the fact that their red color never faded, even as the roses withered and fell to the ground. Moreover, these roses exuded a rich and enduring fragrance, making them highly popular among women.
Such was their popularity that there were even those who tried to steal them when House Loren refused to part with them. The folklore goes that a proposal made with a Loren rose was never met with rejection.
“But now that I see it, I wonder if the prized Loren roses are not really those roses.”
She didn’t want to hear Adrian’s more explicit words anymore. An uncomfortable atmosphere began to fill the ballroom. However, noble guests with interested glances took a step back and watched the situation from a distance.
It was a gaze that made her unable to endure and escape from this place.
“Your Majesty.”
But their hopes vanished when a low voice summoned the king.
Adrian’s lips curled up before he leaned back in his chair, seemingly losing interest.
“Speak.”
Mikhail stared at him with a stern expression. An indescribable tension settled over the room, and everyone held their breath.
Did he intend to show discomfort to the king, who had mocked his wife and molested her?
Unlike the expectations of others, Emilia had no expectations at all of being referred to with the term “couple” as there were no emotions that could describe their relationship.
“I was the one rolling around the bed, so leave it at that and announce the start of the party.”
This single comment silenced Adrian, who had been spewing vile words.
On the other hand, Emilia’s face turned white, unable to turn more red due to his remarks.
‘Mikhail von Heinrich. You rotten bastard!’
***
A horrifying memory was etched into her mind. She would never forget the party that took place today.
Mikhail, sipping his wine, did not leave Emilia’s side, hiding from the gazes of others.
“If you have something to say, go ahead.”
Emilia finally spoke, unable to bear it any longer.
Ignoring the chattering nobles who were waiting to approach him, Mikhail stayed by her side, undoubtedly because he had something to say to her.
“Is standing here miserably making you feel better?”
“…Have you forgotten who made it this way?”
“Why don’t you ask yourself that?”
In response, Emilia glared at him. His height was unnecessarily tall, and her neck would get sore if she tried to look up at his face.
Maybe it was because of the chandelier’s lighting or the wine she sipped, but even when looking up, there was not a single humiliating aspect to his face.
The lines on his descending face depicted his distinct features, and the red irises that sparkled in the light were as beautiful as rubies.
Reluctantly, even in this situation, his appearance was truly impressive. So, the ladies in the ballroom must be salivating at the sight of him.
She frowned, recalling the talk about gentlemen and whatnot.
“I suppose it wouldn’t matter if I left the ballroom first. Everyone would probably find it more convenient if I weren’t here…”
He, who seemed not to care, suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“That would be troublesome. If you leave this place, the king’s shadow will follow.”
“Why would the king’s shadow follow me?”
“Perhaps to ensure that I am fulfilling my promise.”
“Promise?”
Her green eyes trembled with a sense of unease.
He didn’t respond but instead handed her a glass of wine from the table.
“Drink. It would be better to get drunk today.”
“…Did you poison it or something?”
“I have no intention of giving sweet gifts to someone who probably wishes for death more than anyone else.”
Emilia took the glass and downed it. She wasn’t one to enjoy alcohol, but today, she just wanted to drink and fall into a deep sleep.
However, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of concern about what he had mentioned.
‘It would be better to get drunk today. What on earth did he promise?’
It didn’t sound like it would lead to a peaceful death. She couldn’t grasp what he truly wanted.
