I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 9
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Yes, there might be another opportunity then. Marrying the man she despised, and now having to wait for it… What a situation.
‘Will they skip the wedding since we spent our first night together?’
She squinted her eyes. After thinking for a few minutes, she shook her head.
Externally, he needed to demonstrate his alliance with Adrian. Even if it meant going through with a wedding. It would reassure their opposing factions that their safety was guaranteed, preventing them from making rash moves.
The position he had acquired through rebellion was precarious, and Adrian probably desired to eliminate potential threats, especially with the vacant position of queen. Noblewomen with ambitions for the queen’s position would be abundant, even among those who had sided against Adrian.
“Your mind is surprisingly sharp,” she muttered, closing her eyes. Her head throbbed when she thought too much.
“Madam, I will go inside now.”
Madam? Emilia burst into a dry chuckle. She lay still, not opening her eyes.
“Madam, this evening, there is a dinner planned with the Duke, but I understand that you’re not feeling well. I’ll bring the food into the room.”
“…”
“If you heard that, I’ll prepare accordingly.”
The servant, as if she hadn’t asked to hear Emilia’s response in the first place, bowed her head and was about to leave the room.
“Your name.”
Emilia sat up and turned her back toward the servant, speaking in a demanding tone.
“Even though you speak eloquently and handle things so well, it seems your ears are selective.”
The stubborn servant, after standing firm for a while, finally turned toward Emilia. She lowered her head and stated her name.
“…My name is Milena.”
The servant’s face looked strangely familiar to Emilia.
Where had she seen her before?
Emilia quickly searched her memory, but nothing came to mind. She eventually gestured for Milena to leave, indicating that she could go.
“Very well, I will leave,” Milena said with a curt farewell, then closed the door behind her. Emilia furrowed her brow.
“Why does she look so familiar?”
She couldn’t shake the feeling of having seen Milena somewhere before, but no specific memories came to mind.
In the end, Emilia had to admit that she might have been overly sensitive and mistaken. After all, the people in the castle had changed along with its new lord, and there was no reason she should recognize everyone.
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“Is this the meal?”
Milena, who was carrying a tray with a simple meal towards Emilia, was startled by the voice from behind. She lowered her head.
“Yes, it is.”
“How peculiar. Today’s meal was scheduled to be shared together. Did she request to eat separately?”
In response to Mikhail’s question, Milena explained, “It seemed like she might not want to eat with anyone else.”
He looked at the dishes on the tray and then picked up a knife. As he ran his fingertip along the blade, blood began to trickle.
“My lord! Are you alright?”
Milena was shocked, her eyes wide open.
…He’s not in his right mind. Very few people would consider cutting their own hand with a knife.
Is there anyone, including the woman in the room and the man standing in front of her, who is in their right mind?
She still couldn’t erase her bewildered expression as she looked at Mikhail. He, who had been indifferent to Milena’s presence. He still had an expressionless face as he lightly traced his thumb and index finger.
“Take the knife away, leave the food, and go.”
“…Yes?”
“I said I would handle the matter from here, so you can leave. Is that hard to understand?”
“No, not at all.”
Milena quickly lowered her head and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Milena pushed the tray inside before entering herself. Mikhail stretched his long legs and leisurely walked into the room.
Hoping to see Emilia’s face contorted with anger.
“Well, I’ll be leaving now.”
Milena left the room and Mikhail closed the door. He stared at Emilia’s green eyes that were still unbroken and shining as she sat on the bed.
He didn’t care that there wasn’t any cut meat or prepared food.
If, by some chance, she decided to eat and asked him to tear it apart with his hands, he would comply.
He didn’t want to be bothered In case she tried anything stupid with the knife and threatened to end her own life, so he had no choice.
Mikhail approached the chair, took a seat, and spoke.
“I thought you would raise a fuss as soon as you woke up. It’s nice that you’re quiet. Maybe your neck hurts; that’s one positive.”
“…”
Emilia’s eyes narrowed further. She clenched her lips at his taunting tone.
“Why are you here? Wasn’t our business finished?”
Mikhail rose to his feet and stood in front of her. He reached out, sliding his hand behind her head, and clenched it.
“That’s the story of when you had my child.”
Ugh.”
She bit her lip in pain.
“Let go of me.”
She glared at him with a fiery look. His hand seemed as though it might pull her hair, but he leaned in closer and whispered into her ear.
