I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 41
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“The dance is over. We won’t be eating refreshments together, I suppose.”
“You know it well. If you hadn’t come, this uncomfortable situation wouldn’t have happened. It’s a pity.”
The Duke escorted her back to her original place without wiping off his fake smile.
“If you plan to return to the mansion, let me know. Unfortunately, thanks to me, you can’t leave the party alone.”
“I don’t plan on leaving yet.”
“Alright then.”
Emilia turned away without any regrets. Then, she immediately headed for the lounge reserved for the ladies.
It was uncomfortable to continue being the center of attention, and she didn’t want to be in the same space as the Duke.
As she entered the lounge, she took off her long, suffocating gloves. Just by taking off one glove, she felt like she could breathe again.
“I guess I came for no reason.”
She was already fed up.
What was the atmosphere of the party again? As far as she could remember, it wasn’t like this.
Before the civil war broke out, Duke Loren’s house received countless invitations.
Duke Loren’s family, who supported the first prince, had the power of the imperial family on their backs, so everyone wanted to be in their good graces.
In contrast, although Emilia had now become the wife of Duke Heinrich, who stood at the center of power, her treatment then and now was like heaven and earth.
Even in the past, she wasn’t particularly interested in social circles. So, when she participated in parties, she wouldn’t show her face unless her father had chosen the venue.
Leaning back on the sofa, she closed her eyes as fatigue washed over her. She tried to relieve the headache by pressing her temples with her hands, but it was futile.
As long as she didn’t leave this place, the headache would persist.
“By the way… How long has it been since that day?”
Emilia’s eyes widened gradually.
‘It can’t be. It couldn’t have been a week already.’
Her eyes trembled with anxiety.
Whether the king’s shadow was watching from somewhere, or if they truly was, he would go through with it.
The act of bearing a child.
Emilia thought of the dagger she had hidden under the pillow.
She had imagined killing him over and over in her mind, but she had failed repeatedly.
There were several reasons for that.
Her significantly inferior stature and his robust physique. And his quick wit and honed instincts in practical situations.
The beast-like sharp red pupils, capable of subduing her with one hand.
‘Everything is against me.’
Emilia bit her lips hard.
The unfortunate Duke Heinrich.
The two of them could never reconcile. Getting married wouldn’t change that; instead, the hatred would gradually accumulate.
It was evident that they would face some kind of disaster in the end.
Having a child wouldn’t stop her hatred for him. If anything, it would only intensify.
If she were to harbor the blood of her enemy in her belly, what choice would she make?
Emilia gently stroked her flat belly with her hand.
“This cannot happen.”
She had to prevent it somehow. Her misfortune couldn’t continue into the next generation.
‘If only I could get some contraceptive pills.’
The nobles had been using them secretly for years, but she had never actually seen them. She didn’t even know where to obtain them.
Heirs were prioritized, so they weren’t necessary in the ordinary relationships of nobles.
It was only used in cases where it was inappropriate to have a child, such as in secret relationships.
If such a place existed, one could guess that it would be….
“I should go to the Delphora’s back alleys.”
If she were caught going there, she would be surrounded by all sorts of suspicions. There was no way to do it now.
Emilia covered her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to clear her complex thoughts.
* * *
Mikhail stepped outside the venue and lit a cigar.
Whether the party was boring or there were no ladies to request a dance, there were many men outside. They glanced at Mikhail as if they were looking for an opportunity.
‘These annoying people will stick around,’ he thought, ignoring the eyes that followed him persistently. He took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled.
“I didn’t expect to see Your Grace here.”
Baron Vincent, who had been watching for an opportunity, spoke up. Mikhail nodded briefly in response.
“I agree as well.”
It was a statement reflecting his intention not to continue the conversation. However, the Baron continued without care.
“I heard that His Majesty has recently taken notice of you.”
The Duke chuckled.
“The rumors do spread fast, don’t they?”
“Considering the great interest in Your Grace, it is a natural phenomenon. After all, the palace has many watchful eyes and ears.”
