I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 59
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It seems like the laundry maid didn’t want to speak. However heavy her lips may have become in front of the jewels, they must have become infinitely lighter in the face of death.
‘Surely, Brother must know that Serena is involved, yet he chose to ignore it. He probably wants to see how far I’ll go.’
Dahlia didn’t mind if a few maids disappeared or were scolded for no reason. After all, there were always new servants to be hired. It wasn’t something she cared about.
Besides, they also gained something from her, didn’t they?
“At the venue, there will be plenty of preparations to be made, such as touching up your dress or makeup, so the maids will accompany the guests.”
“Are you suggesting that I disguise myself as a maid?”
Dahlia frowned as she looked at Serena’s dress.
“But, Miss, this way you won’t be recognized by the Duke and others, and it will be easier for you to overhear conversations. I’m sure of it!”
“Serena, would I look like a maid even if I disguised myself?”
Even though her face was veiled, her splendid appearance wasn’t hidden. What about her air of elegance? Her manner of handling subordinates was smoother and more natural than that of high nobles.
“They’ll all notice, won’t they?”
“Brother will probably recognize me right away.”
Dahlia clicked her tongue.
“Should we just tell Madam and take a separate carriage?”
“What if we switch with the dedicated maid?”
Emilia had no choice but to agree to her request.
After all, Dahlia had already given her something.
“Can you find clothes that I can wear?”
“Of course. If you wish, I can purchase them from the store where we often buy clothes. You can’t wear the clothes we used to wear.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try.”
Dahlia smiled as she attached the brooch to Serena’s chest.
“Hurry up. The party is tomorrow, so we need to finish preparing before Brother returns home.”
“Yes, Miss!”
Watching Serena hurry out of the room, Dahlia closed the curtains on the window.
The red sun was coloring the sky.
* * *
Having finished watching the opera, Emilia couldn’t shake off her uncomfortable feelings.
Could changing her name and family erase the emotions she suppressed?
No, they were different from Romeo and Juliet. The difference lay in the fact that they didn’t hate each other based solely on their names and families.
Emilia had a clear reason to hate Mikhail.
He had not only oppressed her family but also used her as a hostage. After that, an unwanted marriage and a relationship had followed.
She was thrown into a situation with no time to calm her heart.
As she walked from the Chatelet Theatre to Epfora Park, Emilia struggled to contain a burning question that had been building up inside her throat.
‘Why on earth would he do this?’
In the end, she couldn’t resist and asked him.
“I hate you to the point of wanting to kill you. But why do you dislike me?”
“Is it important to you whether I have a reason? It’s as if you want to find a reason.”
“…I was just curious. Your strange words from the last time bothered me.”
Emilia stopped in her tracks.
“You mentioned that my family may have tarnished their honor. What did you mean by that?”
His red eyes seemed to blaze even brighter, like a sunset coloring the sky.
Under his gaze which felt like he was scrutinizing her, Emilia felt her breath catch in her throat.
“Do you think you can handle it if I tell you?”
“Whether I can handle it or not is up to me.”
“Even now, you look overwhelmed.”
“Are you worried about me?”
“As if.”
Mikhail gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and when he casually did so, she flinched. She shot him a guarded look.
To ask if he was worried after giving a look like that. It was clear that she didn’t know much about herself.
Once again, the wind swept through, tousling her red hair. Mikhail reached out his hand without realizing it.
“Don’t.”
Swat. This time, she was faster.
Emilia pushed his hand away and walked ahead. The disheveled strand of hair swayed by her cheek once again.
It looked like rose petals fluttering in the wind.
Mikhail remained still, watching her retreating figure.
A delicate neck was revealed beneath her updo. Seeing her pristine nape, he had an inexplicable urge to bite it.
‘I’ve finally gone mad.’
He didn’t immediately follow her. Just watching her walk away as if she were escaping gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.
Then, she stopped and turned around abruptly.
Standing against the sunset, she began to express her thoughts with measured words.
“Come to think of it, perhaps hating without any reason is better than having a justified hatred.”
Ah.
There was no way to just let that pass.
