The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 60
“Oh, I see you’ve already had your tea, Wife. I did ask to leave the afternoon teatime to me.”
Gerun spoke, feigning regret as he looked at the remnants of teatime.
She glanced down uneasily at the nearly devastated dessert before looking back up at Gerun.
“When will you divorce me?”
To her question, which had become like a greeting, Gerun simply smiled without a word.
“I have no intention of divorcing.”
“I feel suffocated.”
“Perhaps you should go for a walk then.”
Looking at Gerun, who deftly changed the subject, the Marchioness clenched her mouth shut.
“I’m saying, being with you makes me feel suffocated.”
Her aquamarine eyes, the same as her hair, glared at him filled with resentment.
“…That’s why I only visit once a day, during teatime. Bear with me.”
Gerun said as he placed the box on the table.
“I don’t understand why you, who used to be obsessed with work and never showed any interest in me, are acting like this all of a sudden.”
“I told you, I like you.”
“What kind of joke is this now? Please, just leave me alone. If you won’t give me a divorce, then ignore me like you used to!”
The usually calm and frail Marchioness squeezed her eyes shut and yelled this.
Gerun remained silent, wearing his usual painted smile.
Instead, he pushed the box he had brought towards her.
“A child who wants to be acknowledged by you told me to give this to you.”
At Gerun Wilfred’s words, the Marchioness’s eyes widened.
“…What’s this sudden talk about a child?”
“Exactly as I said. If you join me for tea next time, I’ll tell you.”
At Gerun’s words, mixed with a laugh, she clenched her mouth shut.
With a hesitant gaze, she opened the box, widened her eyes, and paused.
The Marchioness, gaze alternating between the Marquis and the jewelry box for a while, opened and closed her lips as if choosing which words to utter.
“Marquis, really, why are you doing this…?”
To her question, Gerun remained silent.
“It was a marriage I proposed first, so I never resented you for being indifferent. But being human, it was hard for me too. So, I gradually let go, and now I’ve given up on everything, but just when I’ve finally let go…”
“……”
“If you hated hearing me talk about divorce, I won’t mention it anymore. I never intended to tarnish your honor, so please, just stop.”
The Marchioness nearly begged. Gerun’s eyes slightly trembled.
Looking at his frightened wife, Gerun, who had been sitting in front of her for a while, finally stood up after a long silence.
“I’ll come again at this time tomorrow.”
“……”
“There’s a lot I want to say, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to talk.”
At Gerun Wilfred’s words, the Marchioness clenched her mouth shut.
“That was bought by Ducal Lady Bellion. Even if you dislike me, please don’t throw it away. She said she bought it thinking of you.”
“……”
“Have a good day today, Marchioness.”
The Marchioness kept her mouth shut until Gerun closed the door behind him.
She continued to stare down at the jewelry for a long time after he had left.
***
“What, what… what did you say?”
Ian Bellion, dumbfounded by Roxelyn’s sudden visit and dropped a bomb-like announcement, stupidly asked again.
One eye was swollen shut, and his cheek was patched up with gauze, making his face so swollen it was hard to recognize him.
It seemed true that he was receiving what was euphemistically called ‘spiritual training’ disguised as sparring with the duke every day.
“Quit the Makruxa.”
“Never! Before that!”
Ian Bellion screamed with a leaking pronunciation.
“Ah.”
Roxelyn let out an exclamation with an expressionless face.
“If you don’t quit, you’ll die soon.”
“Before that! And why don’t you properly call me ‘Uncle’?!”
Roxelyn frowned in annoyance at the ridiculous sight of Ian Bellion, his face swollen, waving his hands.
‘Before that?’
Ah, how bothersome.
Roxelyn decided to just repeat what she had said earlier.
“I saw a future where you die, Uncle. And because of you, the entire family will fall to ruin. Grandfather, Father, Uncle—you’ll all die.”
“……”
She stated it again, in a tone devoid of highs and lows.
