The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 52
Of course, he wouldn’t believe her.
But she couldn’t help feeling a surge of frustration.
“If you’re suspicious, ask anyone. I’ve been eating around this time lately…”
Grroowl.
While calmly explaining with a composed expression, her stomach growled loudly, cutting her off.
Well, she had been trying to appear serious to gain his trust…
But it was a rather loud sound.
Though embarrassed for a moment, she quickly composed herself and cleared her throat before continuing.
“Anyway, we haven’t run into each other in the dining room recently, so I hope there’s no misunderstanding…”
Grrrroooowl.
But then, her stomach roared again, demanding food without any consideration for the situation.
His expression, which had been filled with disdain, subtly shifted.
Though she had shown him plenty of embarrassing moments before, she had hoped to avoid adding to that list.
‘Maybe this is for the best?’
Nina sighed in resignation.
She had already lost her dignity, but at least now she didn’t need to explain herself further.
“As you can hear, I’m genuinely starving too. But I’ll leave you to eat first. I’ll come back later.”
Just as she finished speaking with a detached expression and turned to leave…
“…Wait.”
A voice unexpectedly called out from behind her.
‘What? Was that a hallucination…?’
Nina froze in place, blinking, before coming to a conclusion.
‘Hm, must’ve been a hallucination.’
There was no way her husband would call out to her.
After spending all day worrying about how to tell him she had quit the loan business, it felt like she was imagining things.
She let out a small chuckle, shook her head, and continued walking.
But then.
“Didn’t you hear me saying ‘wait’?”
Nina’s eyes widened in surprise as she spun around.
“Ah… Was that directed at me?”
Blinking, she pointed to herself, and he raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Who else would I be talking to right now?”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
Tilting her head in confusion, a thought suddenly struck her, and her face stiffened.
“You’re not going to interrogate me about whether I really do eat at around this time, are you?”
That would be too much, even for him!
Isn’t this a bit too much?
Feeling a bit wronged, Nina shot him a frustrated look, but he sighed softly and said,
“…What I meant is that there’s no need for you to leave.”
“Are you suggesting we eat together…?”
“…”
A slight crease appeared between his brows as if he were troubled, but he didn’t deny it.
In this situation, silence could be taken as agreement, right?
After their conversation earlier, she had worried that their relationship hadn’t improved, but it seemed things were getting better. What a relief.
For him to suggest eating together—wasn’t that a gesture of reconciliation?
It’s not as if they had yelled at each other, but still, there had been tension.
“Well then, I won’t refuse.”
Her face immediately brightened, and she quickly headed into the dining room, afraid he might change his mind.
‘He wouldn’t just disappear after acting like we’d eat together… right?’
Nina glanced back over her shoulder.
Fortunately, he was following her, just as she had hoped.
The maids who were setting the table stopped in surprise, wide-eyed.
“Master, should we prepare dinner for the two of you together…?”
One of the maids asked, looking unsure, and Ash silently nodded.
Since the day they had returned from Granvil, it wasn’t lost on her that the charm of that “princess carry” had long since worn off, as she and her husband hadn’t been seen together in the house.
Marsha had subtly been listening to the staff’s conversations, keeping tabs on Nina’s reputation.
Their relationship had improved, but it still wasn’t considered good.
That was how people viewed her and Ash these days.
So, who could have predicted that, at this moment, the couple—who hadn’t eaten together in two years—would enter the dining room side by side?
The maid’s eyes grew wide in shock for a moment before she quickly regained her composure.
“We shall prepare Your Graces’ meal right away.”
The maid, eager to gossip, hurriedly left the room like someone who couldn’t wait to spill the news.
