I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 67
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Emilia dashed out of the carriage as soon as they arrived at the mansion as if she were escaping.
In contrast, Mikhail walked leisurely, like a predator that had caught its prey.
Clutching her skirt, Emilia rushed into the mansion and ran straight to her room, not noticing the butler who greeted her or the maids who looked at her curiously.
She deliberately ignored and again ignored the stares that followed her.
Bang!
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her breath catching in her throat, her chest heaving up and down.
Only after locking the door did she feel a wave of relief wash over her.
Slumping down, she buried her face in her knees.
‘It was dangerous, so dangerous.’
Gasping for air, her vision blurred with hot breaths.
Since arriving here, Emilia had faced all sorts of humiliations, but today had reached a new low. The feeling of endlessly falling made her feel a deep sense of self-disgust.
Fear seemed to consume her, turning her into a coward.
How much more would she have to be trampled and broken here before becoming numb to this sensation?
And the moment she became numb would be dreadful too.
Emilia stood up, gripping the doorknob.
Running away wouldn’t change anything. She needed to become stronger. He would want her to break. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. She needed to become stronger.
‘Right, Dahlia!’
She hurried to the window, drew the curtain, and quickly scanned the direction of the annex through the gap.
Had she made it back safely?
Her heart raced again at that thought. Just then, Emilia caught sight of Mikhail heading towards the annex.
She opened the door and quickly descended the stairs.
“Madam!”
Dell called out upon spotting her, but Emilia did not stop.
Did Dahlia have enough time to return to the mansion and change her clothes?
After sending her away in the carriage, Emilia had danced two songs with Adrian and was then promptly brought back to the mansion by Mikhail.
Anxiety seemed to spur her steps.
Mikhail was nowhere to be seen; he must have already entered the annex.
Emilia swallowed hard to calm her breath and quickly asked a maid for the room where Dahlia was staying before heading there.
She saw him holding the doorknob and called out before she could think.
“Duke!”
He turned his head sideways. Without a hint of surprise, as if he had been expecting her, he smirked and turned the doorknob.
“Wa, wait!”
She reached out to stop him, but Mikhail had already entered the room.
Emilia stood dumbfounded in the hallway before snapping back to reality and approaching the room.
The door creaked slowly open. Mikhail, with his hands shoved in his pockets, was visible from the back.
Beyond him, sitting on the couch with a tea cup in her hands and eyes wide with surprise, was Dahlia.
* * *
The unexpected tea time gathered the three of them in Dahlia’s room.
“Do you have something to say to me? I didn’t expect my brother and his wife to come looking for me together at this hour.”
“Sorry for coming unannounced.”
“If it’s urgent, I’ll understand. So, Brother, what brings you to my room without saying anything?”
Dahlia asked calmly without batting an eye. If Emilia hadn’t known any better, she might have been fooled too.
“I thought I saw you at the ball and came to check.”
Mikhail’s words made Dahlia raise her eyebrows.
“Brother, you didn’t take me to the ball, and you never gave permission. What are you talking about now?”
She spoke in an annoyed tone. Sitting back on the couch, she set down her tea cup with a grace and quietness akin to a butterfly landing on a flower.
“That’s true. But the maid attending Emilia at the ball seemed familiar.”
“What are you suggesting? Brother, are you implying I disguised myself as a maid to attend the ball?”
“Dahlia, I only said that one of the maids felt familiar.”
“It’s not just that, is it? Why would I disguise myself as a maid to attend the ball?”
“Well, I am curious. But since you seem unwilling to tell, I guess I won’t find out.”
“Don’t you think there’s nothing to tell?”
“Dahlia, do you think I don’t know you?”
Suddenly, Mikhail’s voice grew somber.
“It would be better if you didn’t disappoint me further.”
“Of course.”
She smiled brightly.
* * *
Emilia followed Mikhail out of Dahlia’s room.
They maintained silence on their way back to the main building. Eventually, Mikhail stopped in front of the bedroom. Emilia, who was not far behind, quickly put some distance between them.
Then, Mikhail turned to look at her.
“Come to think of it, it’s strange.”
