The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 72
Marsha looked at the tents being erected one by one, mumbling in distress,
“Our madam isn’t someone who should sleep in such a shabby place…”
“It’s hardly shabby. Everyone’s working hard to set up our sleeping area, so it’s rude to say that.”
“But it’s your first time camping, Madam. Nights can be so cold, and the ground is so uncomfortable.”
Nina suppressed a bitter smile.
‘I know, of course I know how uncomfortable camping is for me…’
How did she manage in those dirty, dangerous back alleys, where sewer rats scurried around, with nothing but a worn blanket?
The memory of those times, wandering the streets until death, was still vivid in her mind.
Compared to that, this sturdy tent made by experienced campers was no different from a hotel.
For a moment, a faint sadness flickered in Nina’s blue eyes.
But she forced a lighthearted smile, shaking off the unpleasant memories.
“Enough, as long as there’s no draft and there’s something to lean on, that’s all that matters.”
Nina dismissed Marsha’s complaints, which stemmed from loyalty.
Everyone was busy leveling the ground and setting up tents—she couldn’t just stand there complaining.
“But, Madam…”
“Yes?”
“It’s just… something feels a little off…”
Nina pressed Marsha, who hesitated with her lips parted.
“What? What is it exactly?”
“Why does it seem like there’s no tent for you, Madam…?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
An inexplicable sense of foreboding arose as Marsha’s eyes flitted toward the completed tents.
“Just a moment, let me go check on something!”
Marsha rushed over to the workers, leaving Nina behind.
Soon, the workers, also looking confused, began rummaging through the luggage wagon, glancing around.
‘No way…’
As the atmosphere grew more chaotic, the thought that had just crossed her mind was beginning to feel all too real.
‘No, it can’t be… it can’t be…’
Please, just let that thought not be true.
Despite her silent plea…
“Madam, what should we do? It seems they didn’t bring your tent…”
As Marsha returned with this news, Nina’s vision went dark.
Ah, this is a disaster.
* * *
Inside Ash’s tent.
Ash spoke to Nina, who stood before him with a grim expression.
“No tent, you say?”
“…I have no excuse.”
As he looked at her drooping shoulders and sorrowful eyes, he grabbed his coat and spoke.
“Get new equipment in the city later. For tonight, you can stay here.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just sleep by the fire, so don’t worry about it…”
“Are you trying to make me into a scoundrel who leaves his wife to sleep outside?”
“Why are you getting angry at me? It’s not even my fault…”
As Nina pouted and voiced her complaint, Ash sighed and continued.
“I’m not angry at you.”
The blame lay with the worker who had accidentally forgotten her tent.
Why would he be angry at her when it wasn’t her fault?
“I’m just used to speaking this way. If it sounded like anger, I apologize.”
Although he no longer had a reason to respond sharply to her words, old habits didn’t disappear easily.
“…Then that’s fine. I was just worried about any unnecessary misunderstandings.”
“Misunderstandings?”
As Ash asked with a puzzled expression, Nina turned her head and mumbled in a small voice.
“…It’s nothing.”
Her white cheeks and earlobes slowly turned pink, resembling the color of her hair.
In that moment, a memory flashed through his mind.
“It’s already been two years since we got married. Don’t you think it’s time to fulfill our marital duties? Just how long are you going to leave me neglected?!”
Ah, that kind of misunderstanding…
“……”
Ash turned his head sharply, covering his chin with his hand.
He couldn’t help but recall that day when she had barged into his bedroom in a provocative outfit.
Until recently, it had been a scene he wished he could erase from his memory, but now…
Seeing her blushing cheeks, soft neck, and tightly pressed lips stirred an inexplicable tension within him.
He quickly spoke to escape the suddenly awkward atmosphere.
“Anyway, I don’t mind where I sleep, so just rest here.”
As he finished speaking and turned to leave, she suddenly said,
“Let’s sleep together…!”
Ash stopped in his tracks.
What did this woman just say?
“What…?”
“No! No! I meant that I’ll sleep on the floor, and you can take the bed! I didn’t mean it in any strange way—that just slipped out!”
Sleep on the floor?
He looked at Nina’s rapidly reddening face with a peculiar expression.
“It wouldn’t feel right to make you leave, after all…”
Perhaps because of her earlier slip, her face was now flushed as red as a sunset as she tried to add an explanation.
