Secret Wardrobe of the Duchess

Chapter 50

Edgar closed his eyes to think. His eyelashes fluttered like starlight. Looking at his beauty made Rubica forget her anger sometimes.
Beauty was indeed the best.

“Do as you want.”

So, you made all this fuss only to let me do as I want? Rubica could barely restrain her agitation.

“I like talking to you as I do now.”

“Then do so. But, do not call me ‘my lord’ ever again no matter how angry you get.”

Edgar then held her hand tightly. His manly hand was strong, and Rubica had to tell her heart not to leap up again. Edgar looked at the servants, still holding her hand.

“How my wife talks to me, it is between her and me. I will not tolerate if any of you speaks of it again.”

The servants had to be very angry about the fuss he was making for something so small. Rubica recalled Ann begging her to make him come down to the dining hall to eat.

This was why Edgar couldn’t even get near the hall, much less eat there.

‘I’m sorry, Ann.’

Rubica apologetically looked at Ann. But to her surprise, Ann looked so happy to see her and Edgar.

Rubica looked at the other servants. Although they clearly looked a little confused and irritated, they were not offended.

Yes, she would also make that expression from time to time before. It was…

‘The expression of watching a couple fighting!’

More accurately, it was the face of someone saying, ‘of course, you will end it soon’ when watching a couple that was holding each other tightly after they had been quarreling.

“Carl, your wage will be cut for three months.”

Rubica was surprised to hear Edgar say that to the still kneeling Carl. She grabbed his arm as he let go of her hand and was about to sit down.

“Edgar, but Carl just… made a mistake. We all make mistakes sometimes.”

Edgar hesitated for a moment at that.
“Then I take back what I said.”

Rubica relaxed a little and sat down again. In the meantime, the food had gone cold.

“Your Grace, what do you want me to do?”

The roasted bunting had been very delicious. Rubica was sad that she only got to have one bite because of Edgar. She felt sorry for making them do things twice again, but she spoke in a tiny voice.

“Could you heat it again?”

“I will tell the kitchen.”

The servant smiled as if there was no need to even ask for it. He picked up the dish, but Edgar stopped him.

“No, just bring new ones.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Another servant removed Edgar’s dish as if he had been waiting for it. It looked like being served also required experience. Rubica hadn’t even thought of having them cook it again.
In fact, the food had gone cold not because of the servant’s fault. It had been all because of their fight. She had felt somewhat sorry at asking them to heat it up again.

‘… but I don’t think it was a good idea to tell them to bring new dishes.’

The roasted buntings they just had hadn’t been simple dishes. She had been able to enjoy the scent of wine and marinated lemon when she took a bite. Cooking again was going to take some time. Of course, Edgar wasn’t a man who would tolerate it if they didn’t cook it properly to speed up.
Some boring time passed.