I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 151
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She believed that family would sacrifice for her—such arrogance.
“I need to check the mood around here.”
“I’ll send someone to gauge the situation.”
“Going out myself wouldn’t be a bad idea either. It’s raining, and it’ll give us a chance to show others as well.”
Kartho nodded.
“Prepare it.”
Mikhail took a deep drag from his cigar, watching the rain begin to fall. The damp air was seeping into the office. The scent of summer still lingered, and it felt far warmer than the cold, snow-filled winters. It was a season where he didn’t have to worry about freezing to death or struggling to get a fire started.
He exhaled, and the smoky mist swirled in the thick fog. The taste of dry wood lingered on his tongue. The dampness in the air mixed with the rich vanilla scent and the aroma of coffee.
It wasn’t the scent typically associated with summer, but he didn’t mind it. The sticky humidity, the droplets falling from the leaves, and the thick green fragrance all calmed him.
Just watching it made him feel peaceful. Occasionally, the breeze would brush against his face, almost as if it were caressing him.
He liked summer. The fresh green of the leaves and the pouring rain helped quiet his noisy mind and douse the fire of his anger, bringing him back to a calm state.
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The rain was falling even harder now. Emilia felt uneasy about the sudden outing.
“….Do we really have to go together?”
“You didn’t mind going before. What’s the problem now? Don’t like stepping in the mud?”
“No, I don’t mind that.”
“Well, then, no problem.”
Mikhail opened the umbrella. The two of them could easily fit under it.
‘Wasn’t this the same umbrella from back then?’
Emilia suddenly recalled the umbrella from that day, which had seemed smaller then. Even now, when it was opened, it seemed large, but when he stepped under it, the space shrank drastically.
‘No way… we’re not going to share it, are we?’
She subtly distanced herself. She expected Dell to bring out an umbrella, but no matter how long she waited, Dell didn’t appear.
“What are you doing?”
“….I’m waiting for Dell.”
Without hesitation, Mikhail reached out into the rain, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward him.
In the end, they ended up under the same umbrella. Emilia narrowed her eyes and looked up at him.
“Why?”
There was something strange about sharing an umbrella.
‘He’s such a weird person.’
Why did he always manage to confuse her? Emilia, not wanting to lose, lightly placed her hand on his arm.
“We’re getting wet.”
“You won’t die from a little rain.”
If only the words he spoke matched the beauty of his face, they would fit together so perfectly.
The rain struck the umbrella with a loud thud, falling heavily to the ground. Emilia watched him silently, standing under the dark umbrella, as if he was the only light in the storm.
“You’re doing things you don’t normally do.”
“You can walk in the rain if you want.”
Despite the sound of the rain, his voice was clear. Whether it was due to his deep voice or the proximity, she couldn’t tell.
‘It’s cold.’
The rain had grown heavier, and the wind was causing the rain to scatter. Emilia leaned closer to him. Her body, still warm from the fever, hadn’t fully recovered. If she got caught in the rain again, she would likely fall ill once more. In two days, she had to go to the Loren estate.
The wound left by Dahlia still ached, and the scar on her neck remained. The rain made the pain worse.
He stopped walking abruptly and turned his head to the side. His eyes seemed to ask why she was so close.
“It still hurts.”
“Stop exaggerating.”
His head turned forward again, and his feet moved ahead. Emilia quickly matched his pace. If she didn’t, she’d end up soaking wet.
It was difficult to keep up with his long stride, but she took deep breaths, trying not to show it. The strange thing was that she felt like she was getting less wet than before.
With a breathless sigh, they reached the carriage. The coachman opened the door, holding an umbrella, and helped her inside. Thanks to him, she didn’t get drenched. He climbed into the carriage, and only then did the door close.
Emilia took out a handkerchief to wipe her arms and dress. As she did, her gaze fell on Mikhail’s trousers.
‘Why are they so wet?’
Her eyes slowly traveled upward, finally reaching his shoulder.
‘The umbrella seemed pretty big.’
It looked as though he had taken on the rain all by himself, with one shoulder damp.
“You seem to need it more than I do.”
“Forget it.”
Emilia offered him the handkerchief, but he didn’t take it. He turned his head and stared out the window at the rain.
“You’ll catch a cold like that.”
“You should be the one worrying about that, not me. It’s probably faster to count the days you’ve stayed healthy at the Duke’s residence.”
“…That’s true.”
Emilia withdrew the handkerchief she had offered. For some reason, she felt a bit tense today. It was probably because of the article in the gossip column.
She didn’t push him further and instead turned her head, gazing out the window with him.
