"Huh?"
Ignoring the people's puzzled looks, the Duke seriously repeated the motion of scooping up soup, bringing it to his lips, and then letting it dribble down again, as if he were an actor performing in a play about eating soup.
Naturally, not a single drop of soup passed down his throat.
"Hmm, what a waste of food, what is he doing?"
Of course, I could generously overlook the male protagonist's eccentric behavior.
"Duke! What is this rudeness?"
Drrrk, Duke Forshee rose from his seat, pushing his chair back. He seemed very angry at first glance.
"Our family has prepared this meal with great care!"
Had he tried to eat with a spoon beneath his mask, it might have been understandable, but letting the soup spill like that was almost tantamount to suspecting the food was poisoned.
"Lady Forshee. The Duke is simply having difficulty eating because of the mask."
"If you don't want to eat, put the spoon down. How dare you mock us like this...!"
Everyone's faces hardened, and the atmosphere seemed poised for a fight to break out at any moment.
In this tense moment, everyone's nerves on edge.
"Ahaha!"
A cheerful laugh cut through the tension.
"Annette?"
"Now you too, what are you doing!"
"Sorry. I couldn't help but laugh."
Pff. I covered my mouth and laughed as if the Duke had just made a really funny joke.
Duke Forshee, furious, seemed ready to grab the Duke by the collar, and the Duchess, the hostess, blushed.
Only I was smiling comfortably, like a carefree child.
"It's amusing to see His Grace the Duke, a grown man, seeming to be picky about his food."
Although Duke Forshee criticized the Duke's rudeness, I too was seated as the host.
My dismissing the Duke's rudeness as a mere 'joke' made it awkward for Duke Forshee to bring it up again.
The atmosphere changed.
"Hmph!"
Duke Forshee looked at me displeasedly and sat down again. Regardless, I smiled kindly at the Duke.
'I've just taken your side, you saw? Remember that well.'
"Could it be because they are to be married? They seem to understand each other so well already."
"Indeed. There seems to be something between them that we can't understand."
My stepmother and sister Caitlin laced their words with thorns to criticize me.
Everyone at our house was stiffened by the Duke's behavior, thinking it was funny. 'You're certainly not one of our family,' was the implication.
'I'd be thankful if you said I get along well with the male lead.'
If it lets me live even a day longer, I could match not just humor but anything.
"I'm so happy to hear that the Duke and I get along well."
A special service.
I winked at the Duke.
Regrettably, the Duke completely ignored my cute gesture.
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The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce
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