The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 36
In the hallway outside the private room.
Allen asked Ash,
“Are you alright? You seemed really shocked.”
Ash nodded.
He was indeed shocked.
He had never imagined that his wife would get hurt in his place.
Leaning against the hallway wall, Allen spoke cautiously in a low voice.
“…About your wife.”
“…….”
“She seemed to know that the accident was going to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
When Ash asked sharply, Allen sighed and explained.
“…She said it was ominous and told me not to stand there.”
That was the reason Allen had such a serious expression all along.
If he had continued standing there, he might have been seriously injured or even killed.
“At first, I thought she was picking a fight, but now I think she was worried I might get hurt.”
“…….”
Ash leaned against the wall with a complicated look in his eyes.
If she hadn’t been watching intently, there was no way she could have reacted so quickly.
“……Are you alright?”
He recalled how she had asked about his well-being before even recognizing her own pain.
Her pale face, the trembling he felt through their touch, her small body tensed up.
And then the way she curled up in pain and groaned.
All of it was confusing him.
Was she really the same person he knew?
The Nina he knew wasn’t someone who would risk injury to save another.
She was someone who only knew how to love herself.
She believed that money and power gave her the right to do anything she wanted and would stop at nothing to get what she desired.
Even the act of binding servants with debt was something a sane person would never do.
The gap between his wife’s past and present.
He couldn’t tell which was her true self.
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Nina spent the night at Duke Granvil’s mansion and then boarded a carriage to return home.
“I’ll tell our parents that you seem to have come to your senses this time. Please stay out of trouble and stay healthy.”
Instead of severing ties, Neville expressed his concern for her.
“I apologize for my rudeness and thank you for saving me and my friend, Madam.”
Marquis Saldersford’s apology.
“I’m really sorry. I don’t know how I’ll repay you for this, but I’ll do anything I can.”
“Madam, I also feel responsible for this incident. It’s only right to compensate you, but if there’s anything else you need, please let us know.”
The Duke and Duchess of Granvil who promised to grant her a favor.
And finally…
Ash, who was accompanying her in the carriage on their way home.
Although she had told him to go home first because she was fine,
“…Are you asking me to leave my injured wife behind?”
Because of his insistence, they were returning home together.
She had gained quite a lot from this one outing.
The man who couldn’t even stand to breathe in the same space as her was now sitting with her in a confined space?
‘Does this mean I’m not that much of a bother to him anymore?’
It was worth breaking her principle of not attending social events for a while.
Or so she thought…
‘Don’t be mistaken.’
Nina stopped her hopeful thoughts that were spinning like a windmill.
She had been staring at him without realizing it, and her husband’s eyes had suddenly turned cold when he felt her gaze.
She realized again that she needed to be conservative in her thoughts regarding her husband.
No matter how much gratitude he might feel for her saving him, considering the fall of her family, a premature conclusion could lead to a mistake.
His eyes still showed that he didn’t trust her at all.
‘He’s really an impenetrable fortress…’
How many hours passed in that suffocating silence?
The carriage, which had been running smoothly, came to a halt.
They had finally arrived home.
She couldn’t wait to wash up and go to bed.
Having endured the awkward silence in the carriage all day, she felt both physically and mentally exhausted.
Ash folded the newspaper he had been reading and stepped out of the carriage first. Nina carefully stood up, using the wall for support.
Every step sent a sharp pain through her right leg.
Groaning, she cautiously stretched her leg out of the carriage.
