The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 121
In the corner of the club, a notorious group known for their crude behavior was drinking heavily. Seeing James Kestner among them was hardly surprising. They were so engrossed in their banter that they didn’t notice Leonid’s silent approach, moving like a ghost without a sound.
“What am I supposed to do if her face keeps drawing my eyes? And besides, her figure is pretty damn nice. There’s a satisfying feel to a body that clings to you when you hold it… It’s a shame, really. If the Marquis hadn’t gotten to her first, I would’ve taken her for myself.”
“What are you talking about? Isn’t she from a fallen noble family? You planning on marrying her or something?”
“Marry? Hell no. Just, you know, have her once… maybe a few times if she’s good. Then move on when I get bored.”
“You’re one hell of a scumbag.”
But even the man pretending to criticize him wasn’t particularly serious; it was just a bunch of men enjoying lewd jokes together.
“But that woman’s pheromones were really something. I caught a whiff of it once. Man, it was insane.”
“What? When?”
“At the wedding reception. The Marquis had her in his arms and passed right by me… I could feel the heat rushing through me.”
“What did it smell like? What kind of scent?”
“Some kind of floral scent, really sweet and…”
The conversation of these so-called noblemen was no better than that of street thugs. Leonid’s lips curled into a cold smile as he silently pulled out a vacant chair at their table. Sitting down with deliberate calmness, he addressed them with a biting, icy tone.
“Oh, seems like you all were having an interesting conversation,” Leonid remarked, his voice dripping with irony.
The four men turned pale the moment they realized who had joined them. Just moments ago, they had been casually mocking Johanna without a second thought, but now, with Leonid’s sudden appearance, fear had gripped them, and it was almost amusing to watch.
“From what I heard, it sounded like you were talking about someone I know.”
“…”
“What’s the matter? Keep going. I’m curious to hear what else you have to say.”
The four exchanged uneasy glances, clearly rattled. Even if Johanna came from a lesser noble family, she was now the wife of Marquis Neubitz, the mistress of his household. And having been caught making vulgar comments about her by her husband left them with no excuses or easy way out.
In a situation like this, the wisest move would have been to prostrate themselves and apologize. But James Kestner, the unofficial leader of this crude group, couldn’t bring himself to swallow his pride. He chose instead to feign innocence.
“Leonid, you’ve got this all wrong. We weren’t talking about your wife—this was about someone else.”
It was an obviously futile attempt. Leonid responded with a mocking smirk.
“Do you think I’m deaf, James? Even from ten paces away, I heard you talking about my wife.”
“No, seriously, it’s just a misunderstanding.”
James insisted, doubling down on his lie. But the other three couldn’t muster the courage to back him up and instead shifted their eyes nervously toward Leonid.
It was clear why: James had been the one to bring up Johanna first, and the other three had merely gone along with it, tossing in a few words. But now, finding themselves lumped together with James, they couldn’t help feeling wronged.
James continued to mutter nonsensical excuses, but one of the three men, who had been nervously watching Leonid’s growing fury out of the corner of his eye, finally decided to speak up, seemingly to save himself.
“It was about the Marchioness Neubitz.”
“What?!”
James shouted in shock at the sudden betrayal. But the confession didn’t stop there.
“James started it, and the three of us just… agreed with him.”
“Y-Yeah, that’s right.”
“We’re all just a bit drunk right now…”
Blaming it on the alcohol—an utterly pathetic excuse. Leonid crossed his legs and glanced around at the miserable group before letting out a short, derisive laugh.
“So that’s the story, James.”
“N-No, I—”
“It’s true that my wife is a beauty. And, as you said, her figure is exceptional, and the scent of her pheromones… well, it’s enough to drive any alpha wild.”
As he spoke, Leonid slowly stood, rising to his full height. With his imposing stature towering directly over James, it felt like a mountain was bearing down on him. Instinctively, James gulped dryly.
“But she’s my omega,”
