I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 75
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She couldn’t suppress her anger and threw the teacup she held.
“See? You can’t even throw a teacup at my face. Because I am the King.”
Adrian remarked sardonically.
“What are you doing standing around? Clean up this mess. What if His Majesty gets hurt?”
“I’m, I’m sorry.”
At Leah’s words, the maid, who had been frozen in place, hastily cleaned up the shattered pieces of the teacup. Her movements were quick, silent, and so discreet that one might not even notice her presence.
“Aunt, perhaps it’s time for you to retire and rest.”
Lady Luther stood up and glared at Adrian.
“Don’t mess up my plans, Adrian. Even if you’re my son, I won’t let it slide.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll do as you wish.”
Adrian smiled. Lady Luther turned her head sharply and exited the living room.
“Now that we’re alone, we can talk. Are you harboring feelings for the Duchess?”
Knowing full well, she hoped he would utter her name.
“Please, tell me. Maybe I can help.”
Adrian raised the corners of his mouth mischievously at Leah’s sparkling eyes.
“Then do your best with the duty mother has given you.”
“If you help, it might be easier.”
“Leah. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want.”
“It’s simple. Just create a small incident for me.”
Leah tapped the Spiegel newspaper with her finger.
* * *
Entry to the Elta Club was impossible without a ticket.
“Am I supposed to go looking like this?”
He felt ridiculous wearing a red cravat.
Mikhail removed the fabric around his neck after examining his reflection in the mirror.
“I can’t go like this.”
“But you must adhere to the dress code.”
Mikhail scoffed at Kartho’s words. The absurd rule that the club used strict criteria to judge its members was more than a little annoying.
“You can’t miss it. There might be important discussions.”
“I know.”
His irritation grew because he was aware of it.
Red.
Every time he saw that color, she came to mind. Emilia, with her pure red hair.
“That would be better than this.”
It was also an opportunity to see the foolish face of the one who set the dress code.
“Prepare it.”
“….What do you mean?”
Kartho asked with a trembling voice, alarmed by the dangerous gleam in his eyes.
“She’s red too.”
“Please, hold yourself back. You know women are not allowed entry into the club.”
“True, women cannot enter. But what about as an accessory?”
Kartho rubbed his face with his hands. Who in their right mind would bring their wife as an accessory to a social club?
Yet, he seemed to have no intention of retracting his statement.
‘By that logic, wouldn’t His Grace’s red eyes also qualify?’
But he couldn’t possibly voice that thought.
Kartho felt dizzy. The thought of what to say to the Madam was giving him a headache.
“I don’t have time.”
Prompted by Mikhail’s stern voice, Kartho finally moved his reluctant feet.
* * *
Emilia furrowed her brows at the sight of Kartho’s troubled expression. She then remembered waking up in her room that morning.
“Did you move me to my room? Sir Byne said he didn’t, and I can’t think of anyone else who could have.”
“Madam, I’m sorry, but it wasn’t me.”
“Then?”
“….”
Kartho fell silent.
‘It was the Duke who moved me.’
Emilia quickly understood the meaning behind his silence.
“Madam, the reason I’ve come is that you need to go out.”
“Go out?”
She was not keen on the sudden outing. Emilia squinted at him.
“We don’t have much time; you should start getting ready.”
“Butler.”
“I’m sorry, Madam. But we really are short on time.”
Sighing, Emilia gave in.
“What do I need to do?”
“Thank you.”
“Save the formalities. It seems I don’t have much of a choice anyway.”
Suddenly, maids rushed into the room.
A startled Dell stepped back as they immediately began assisting Emilia with her preparations.
What could possibly require such hurried preparations?
Despite her reluctance, Emilia let them proceed.
Dressed in a wine-colored dress, darker than her red hair, she presented a different ambiance.
Alluring yet intense, she looked like a rose in full bloom.
“This is too much.”
Emilia scoffed at her reflection in the mirror.
To an outsider, she might have seemed like a seductress standing on the streets of Delphora, luring men.
Only after donning a wide-brimmed hat was she ready to leave the room.
