Divorce Manual

Chapter 88

Frankly speaking, our Abella is better than Evangeline.

Why did you even bring up Evangeline?

From my point of view, who cherishes Abella's appearance, the comparison itself is unpleasant.

"So, when people from her side come up with an argument like this, just smile."

"..."

"You're arguing with people who don't match your rank."

"But I can't accept it."

At the end of her words, Pope sticks out her lips like a duck, hissing and revealing her anger as if she's on fire.

"Pope."

I look at myself in the mirror, or specifically at Abella, and call out to her.

"It doesn't matter if you accept it or not. Objectively, beauty is known just by looking at it."

"....."

"So there is no need to respond to every single one of them."

Because our Abella is much prettier.

All the bad feelings of the previous day have disappeared. Just by looking at Abella's appearance, I'm already in a happier mood.

"......"

Pope and Cosette, who have previously been on my side and are burning with enthusiasm, shut their mouths as if they're speechless.

It's not just the two of them.

Everyone who's heard me in the salon shut their mouths and turn on the spot.

It must have been the first time they've seen a person boasting shamelessly about their appearance.

To be honest, I might not be able to do it with my original face, but I can do so with Abella's face.

My narcissism flows out.

If I was the listener and not the speaker—

I might have vomited if I can't stay quiet.

Boasting too blatantly makes me feel rejected.

But nevertheless—

Abella, you are the best.

I shrug, continuing staring at Abella in the mirror.

I've always wished I could live with a really pretty face for just one day.

I've come full circle.

"Ha... I'm pretty."

I can't touch my face since it's been completely made up, so I run my hand down the mirror as if I'm the king of narcissism.

"That's a bit of a bad thing to say."

Charles's voice is filled with laughter.

"But it's true, so I can't deny it."

"Your Grace."

When did he come in?

It's hard to guess when he heard my narcissism, so I narrow my eyes.

"I heard everything."

He laughs as he tells me that he has heard everything from start to finish.

It's not that I'm tired. It's that he's really smiling and looking at me...

"..."

My heart gives an irregular beat.

He's perfectly dressed, leaning against the wall and staring at me.

The black uniform and red badge signify that he's the head of the Knight's Order.

I think I'm going to have a nosebleed.

Now my heart is beating crazily out of the norm.

Like we weren't the people who have a conversation full of hurt the day before—

Not only that.

I, too, am the same.

I think I'm crazy too.

I need to get it together. I've made up my mind.

It's only been a few and I'm already like this.

Do not speak to him.

What kind of treacherous behavior is this after pushing him away like the radish that I hate?

Calm down, Abella.

No, Eunjung-ah.

You have to live!

Are you going to die looking for love again?

By the way—

He's so handsome.

The appearance of Charles in uniform is exactly what I imagined while looking at Ropan.

Black hair, black eyes, black uniform-

To be honest, if he had worn a tailcoat, I might have lost my mind.

(T/N: So we know Abella's kink)

And a tall gentleman hat.

Yeah, then I'd not have made up his mind before he even went to the capital.

As you know, I'm a really big idiot.

As a true member of the idiot club, if I don't feel good after seeing his appearance, I might as well be dead.

A wolf's whistle goes off in my head as I lift my head.

"I was only telling the truth."

"I agree."

"..."

"You are particularly beautiful today."

Wow, is he really trying to kill me?

It's a deeply spoken emotional line that's really different from his acting that I have seen in the past.

Is it fine that even I, who clearly knows that it's acting, insist that it's not acting? As much as I want—

With that dense acting ability—

"Haha. You look great, too."

Let's turn around and give back the received praise.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. Her Grace makeup is finished. Now if she just put on her shoes—"

Cosette answers and scans through the shoes.

"Is that it?"

Charles asks, pointing to the red shoes that Cosette's eyes rest on.

"Yes, Your Excellency, but—"

Before Cosette's reply is finished, he strides towards the console and picks up my shoes.

What is that person doing now?

For a moment, I picture what he's about to do and shake my head violently.

"Pope c—"

Before even the words 'can do it' come out of my mouth, he walks up to me with my shoes in his hand and gets down on one knee.

"Try it on."

He puts the shoes down in front of my dress and looks up.

You're not even the prince from Cinderella.

Why are you kneeling in front of me with my shoes and making a fuss?

I want to say something but there's a real uproar from all sides.

"Your Excellency. You're so cool."

"What a romantic gesture."

"I knew he was a lover, but I didn't know he was this much."

In the midst of a lot of chaos—

"Is this alright?"

Charles tilts his head slightly.

"..."

Wow- this man... Are you trying to reform your image using me?

I wonder why he's trying so hard that it's the first thought that came into my mind.

Maybe yesterday was a dream?

Did I dream of it?

With my head in a mess, I wrinkle my forehead.

"Should I bring you something else?"

"No! It's okay."

I shake my head, stopping him from raising his body slightly as if he's really going to bring something else.

"It's alright."

"Alright then, try it on."

Charles' meticulousness in gently pushing the shoe with his fingertips toward me causes another commotion again.

I can't get used to this, so I stare blankly at him while putting on my shoes.

"You are so pretty."

To his statement, I say.

"Your Grace."

"Yes?"

"Didn't we talk yesterday?"

I can't quite understand Charles' attitude, so let's see if it's a real dream or not.

"We did."

He nods as if it doesn't matter.

"I don't think this is a reaction after having such an uncomfortable conversation."

"Is that so? I think it's a normal reaction after that."

Where are you going with this?

I blink my eyes, wondering what the hell is normal anymore.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a necklace.

What else are you going to do?

As soon as I think about it, I pull myself back to avoid Charles, who's approaching me.

However—

"Wait."

He unclasps the necklace and holds both ends. He leans forward as if he's about to hug me.

"..."

I can't move or breathe well.

My body stiffens even more.

"Relax."

His breath touches the nape of my neck.

Thump thump.

This isn't the first time he's held me in his arms, but I wonder why I'm so nervous...

Too close.

It isn't even a hug, but he's too close.

If he just casually moves his head, his lips might touch my cheek.

Or somewhere else—

This is driving me crazy.

My heartbeat can't be calmed even though I try to do so. I then urge him.

"Your Grace, if you're done, I—"

With the trembling of my voice—

"I think it will be difficult in the future if you become stiff like this."

Backing away a bit, he leans toward me.

"When I think about what I'm going to do next—"

"... What?"

I look at him with a squint, wondering what else he is declaring war on.

"I'm going to go see you until you tell me that you're tired of just sleeping."

Determined, he tilts his head and whispers sweetly to me.

And I—

At the sound of his voice, for a moment, I feel my head going numb with warning alarms going off.

At my dazed gaze and hardened expression—

"Then, why don't we do something more than this?"

With a faint smile, he looks down at me and stops at the top of my lips.

"What's more?"

I lift my head and lock eyes with him.

What's included in this more than this of his?

When my sanity finally returns, my face burns up.

"Are you crazy?"

Unable to breathe, I spit out the last words as I move my eyes from him slightly.

He shakes his head and pulls away from me.

"No, I'm perfectly fine."

He smiles and holds out his hand.

"Shall we go, Wife?"

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"I've been worried about you since last night."

A woman with freckles on the bridge of her nose and both of cheeks says.

"I know. Since the rain and wind were raging last night, I was so nervous that the banquet might be cancelled."

A woman in a green dress smirks, adding milk and sugar to the tea on the table.

"Oh my, I also drink it like this too. Isn't this delicious?"

"Yes."

"To be honest, I drank black tea because it was trendy, and I didn't know what it tasted like, but it was too bitter for my mouth. How is this tea so sweet and savory? It's so delicious. I even added a little more milk and a spoonful of sugar."

The woman with freckles seems to have found her own taste with the duchess' recipe.

"I drank the drink out of curiosity after I saw the duchess make it herself, but when I lie down to sleep at night, I always think about it."

"Do you do that, too? So do I. Of course, I haven't seen you in person."

She smiles awkwardly and looks at the woman in the green dress, who's holding up a teacup.

"As expected, it's delicious."

"Isn't the duke's milk more savory?"

"Right, I'm not the only one who feels that way, am I?"

"No."

As if she's glad to have met a person with the same heart as hers, she lowers her voice and gently fans her face.

"Maybe I should order the milk separately."

"We also raise cows separately, but I think the duke's milk is much more luxurious and delicious. right?"

"I mean, I don't have colic anymore since the milk's been sterilized with magic stones."

"Since I'm here today, I'm going to order as well."

"Then, let's do it together."

The woman nods her head in agreement.

"But it has a different name."

"Oh, right. I heard his wife built it separately, right?"

"It's a common name."

When the two wives tilt their heads and look at each other's faces to recall the name of the milk delivery—

"The duke and duchess have arrived."

The announcement of the Duke and Duchess of Diago can be heard.

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T/N

Y'all asked for updates instead of these memes and well, we all can't get what we want. Lol

Thanks for reading~