The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 94
She went outside, thinking she’d give him a piece of candy since he’d been lingering around for a while, and she was shocked when she saw his condition.
Ten years old? Eleven at most?
He was a boy with blue hair, and his face was covered in bruises as if someone had beaten him.
“Child, do you need help?”
“Um, I…”
The boy hesitated for a long time, then quickly disappeared down a narrow alley.
Was it domestic violence? Or was it someone else?
She thought he might run away if she pried too much, so she decided to wait patiently until he was ready to talk.
But she should have tried harder to persuade him instead.
The image of his bruised face lingered in her mind, leaving her feeling heavy-hearted.
“Is something troubling you?”
Had he heard her sigh just now?
Ash, who had just returned from bathing and was gathering a thin blanket, asked Nina.
“Actually, earlier… No, it’s nothing.”
She started to tell him but decided against it.
There was no way she could find out the boy’s identity right now, so saying anything would only share this unresolved feeling of frustration.
“…If you’re worried about losing to Duchess Nord, there’s no need for that.”
Seeing her husband, who had returned directly from the imperial palace without any detours, even showing concern for her, she felt a wave of emotion.
“Your Grace…”
Just as she was about to be moved…
“It’s not as if you have much dignity left to lose anyway.”
…His following words shattered that emotion like a bubble.
Of course. That’s exactly like him.
She had started feeling closer to him lately, but she must have gotten ahead of herself in her mind.
He casually threw out another remark while gathering his blanket.
“So stop worrying about unnecessary things and get some sleep.”
Ah, a classic tsundere. A grumpy but secretly caring type.
In the end, wasn’t he just saying he was worried she wouldn’t get enough rest?
She flopped onto the sofa and studied Ash’s face as he casually toweled off his damp hair.
She half-expected his ears to be a little red, but no—he was completely composed.
Forget tsundere.
It was just his handsome face filtering his less-than-pretty words, making them sound better.
As she watched him settle onto the sofa, she finally asked.
“Your Grace, are you planning to sleep on the sofa again tonight?”
“Yes.”
Of course…
She had a feeling this morning, from the way he made those petty remarks.
She knew he was planning to sleep on the sofa again tonight.
“Your Grace, just in case, let me say this upfront—don’t take it the wrong way.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I was thinking…”
“……?”
Ash tilted his head, raising one eyebrow in suspicion.
His gray eyes, now sharp with doubt, and his cold expression made her falter.
Ah, whatever.
She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out.
“I’ll just sleep on the sofa tonight!”
She smiled sheepishly, like an idiot, at his expression of disbelief.
“…You hesitated so much just to say that?”
Exactly.
At first, she thought about suggesting they’d share the bed, but knowing his personality, he’d probably storm off in protest.
Yet he acted as if he’d never even heard her suggestion, lying back on the sofa and hooking one leg over the armrest.
“Your Grace, I don’t want to be petty. I don’t like it, and it makes me uncomfortable when I’m the only one being considered.”
He had come to the capital after a grueling journey, moving under the hot sun all day, just like she had.
It didn’t seem fair for me to sleep comfortably while he didn’t.
Even if it was a small thing, she didn’t want to accept his one-sided consideration.
“Even if you dislike it, you’ll endure it. It’s better than hearing you complain.”
“I swear I won’t complain. Did I say anything while we were camping? Not even once, right?”
Her entire body had screamed in pain, but she didn’t show it, nor did she hold him back.
Still, he didn’t trust her?
He seemed to run out of arguments, covering his eyes with the back of his hand as if to end the conversation.
For some reason, she felt a surge of stubbornness.
“Fine, then let’s just share the bed.”
“What on earth are you saying…?”
He looked at Nina like she was some kind of pest, and she snorted.
“If you don’t like that, then give up the sofa to me—”
…Wait a minute.
Now that she thought about it, this was strange.
If they were arguing over the bed, that would be one thing.
Why were they fighting over who gets to sleep uncomfortably?
Erica
When will he start being nice? She’s right, he’s not a tsundere, just an asshole. It’s almost chapter 100 and he STILL hasn’t improved at ALL. He still uses every excuse to insult her, still doesn’t appreciate anything she does, and is still suspicious of everything. He’s officially a red flag 🚩