Divorce Manual

Chapter 113

Teleportation to such a distant place...

It's a little less cool than what I've seen in the movie.

Should I say it's more realistic?

The teleportation I have envisioned in my head involves light shining under my feet and then a wind comes and carries me away.

I have imagined that the moment I would reach my destination, I would be standing tall on my own two feet.

At this moment, it's actually so dark under my feet that I can't see an inch ahead, and the wind blows in from all directions.

This experience feels like I'm going through a typhoon, where I have gone out without an umbrella, and the wind is blowing like crazy, making my hair scattered and making it difficult for me to stand.

Reluctantly, I sit down, holding onto Pope. If I don't do that, I think this wind would blow me away somewhere else.

Save me.

It may sound unlucky to say that the wind will blow me away, but it's blowing too fiercely.

What scares me even more is that I might end up in the wrong place.

"There is no such thing."

Hortman has said previously with a smirk on his face.

"You should be able to trust him."

It doesn't seem like a person who dislikes me would come to rescue me.

Even if he comes to save me, it will take a while, and he will come after I'm injured.

Or maybe—I wish I could go back to Korea as I am falling.

Oh, it would be worth it if I fall to Korea just as I am now.

I close my eyes tightly at my useless imagination.

"I'm here."

As soon as Hortman announces his arrival, the wind stops, and light pours into my eyes.

"You should open your eyes slowly."

I follow Hortman's voice and turn my body slightly.

"How slowly?"

"Very slowly. Otherwise, you may be blind."

"Eek—!"

After hearing that, I cover my eyes with both hands.

Then, I hear Hortman laughing as he turns around.

You're teasing me.

Excuse me.

When I open my eyes and lower my hands, I come to the sight of him struggling to hold back his laughter.

"Ah!"

"Wait."

Charles covers my eyes with his hands to block out the light.

"You won't go blind, but it's good to keep them closed."

With those words, he stands in front of me, puts his hand on my waist in a hugging position, as if to lend me support.

His breath touches my skin, making my whole body stiffen.

We originally were far from each other.

Then, he appeared in an instant, making me wonder how he got here. I back away, taking small steps away from his embrace.

"Uh—"

"Hold on."

As if to contain my movement, he exerts a small amount of force to the hand that's wrapped around my waist.

To anyone who hasn't seen the situation between the two of us last night, he might look like a caring husband who's holding me tenderly because I was startled—

I am very uncomfortable with this situation now.

"...Shouldn't you control your emotions?"

Charles's shocked expression remains in my head the whole time, and it's difficult to look at his face without stabbing guilt.

"Your Grace."

To get out of this uncomfortable situation, let's push his hand away—

"Your Grace, you are overprotective."

Again, Hortman lightly clicks his tongue towards Charles as if he's being too much.

"The light only hurts your eyes a little when you come out of the dark."

"......"

"Your reaction is too much."

Despite Hortman's words, Charles stands there unmoving, so I end up pushing him away.

"Hotman is right. It is fine. I don't feel dizzy at all."

"......"

Unable to pull her back, his hand feels lost, floating in the air. He then curls his fingers into a fist.

"I see."

He doesn't look angry, just sulky. He turns around and calls for Lejan.

"Lejan, check on my wife."

"Yes, don't worry."

However, before Lejan can finish speaking, a cold wind blows as Charles passes by him.

If it had been a little bit colder, ice might have formed everywhere it touches.

He's mad.

I'm perfectly fine seeing his cold back. To be honest, I've been in that state since yesterday.

He's frustrated because I don't know exactly why he's angry. Though I know why, there's no way to solve it, so I, too, am frustrated as well.

Is this what it feels like to eat sweet potatoes without water and kimchi?

(T/N: basically sickeningly parched)

I also want to figure out how to solve this, but I need reassurance that the future could be changed if I make a move.

It's just a matter of where I'll find that assurance.

"Hah."

I release a deep, stuffy breath.

"Are you sick anywhere?"

Lejan, who was standing behind me, raises his head like a ghost.

"You scared me."

"That's a relief. I was worried you wouldn't be scared."

I glance at the sly Lejan with a hand on my chest.

"How is your body?"

"Neither good nor bad. It's somewhat ambiguous."

"I think it'll be fine if you aren't going to do anything. If you are going to do something annoying, it might not be."

As always, I feel like I need to make sure that Lejan can't hear my inner thoughts.

"Yes."

"It's good to be honest."

Coughing through his clenched fists, he glances at Charles.

"Did you two fight?"

"No."

"His Excellency looks particularly uncomfortable."

"...What is there to fight about?"

"A fight for love is best when it is not something that should be fought in the first place."

"It's not a love fight. You're being too dramatic."

Thinking that he's saying nonsense, I look at Charles's back with a bitter smile.

His back looks uncomfortable as the cold air flows through, making it look small.

Let's find a way first.

I immediately nod to myself.

"I need to rest."

Once you find a way to change the future, you will be able to openly express your feelings to him.

Until then, I can't relieve his anger. More than just liking him, I really want to live this life for a long, very long time.